More voice work

Recently, a local language instruction company sent a notice to the Embassy requesting two native English speakers – a man and a woman – to record dialogues for its English language course. Abby and I signed up, and today we went to make the recordings. We arrived at the studio and received the scripts; and as we flipped through the pages, we immediately realized that these truly were English scripts in that they included lines like “How do you like London?”, “Crikey, was anyone hurt?” and “I’m leaving tomorrow from the nearest tube station.” Moreover, despite the fact that the…

Munich photos

We spent a long Thanksgiving weekend with Swantje and Thomas. Abby cooked an amazing meal and we toured the city, which was lovely. Marienplatz by night; the Neue Rathaus (New Town Hall) and its famous glockenspiel; inside the Frauenkirche (Church of Our Lady); Ricky, the Munich walking tour guide from Canada, Pope Benedict XVI, and Abby. Produce at the Viktualenmarkt; people standing by a fountain in the market; the interior staircase of the Alte Pinokethek art museum. Views from the top of the Pieterkirchen (St. Peter’s Church), including the Alte Rathaus; the Neue Rathaus; the Frauenkirche; and the sunset. While…

Those Darn Albanians

I’ve titled this posting gently, instead of calling it “Those F—–g Albanians” as I would have liked to have done. The reason for this is that my nieces or nephews might see this blog entry, and I don’t want them to get the right impression of how I deal with annoying people. The subject of this entry is, of course (and possibly again), traffic in Albania. Albanians are the warmest, friendliest people when they in the open air. Even around cars, they’re helpful, for example, guiding you into a parking space. But put them into automobiles themselves, and they become…