tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-753589427119541238.post7585011022312211869..comments2023-07-05T09:38:23.624+01:00Comments on The Half-Dipper: Quiet RaspberriesHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10719619695211038389noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-753589427119541238.post-59172549699386383172014-04-05T05:59:03.506+01:002014-04-05T05:59:03.506+01:00Thanks for the explanation. I don't think ther...Thanks for the explanation. I don't think there is a specific word for it in German.<br /><br />Given that you find Nevada to be "uncomfortable and ungainly", I'm surprised that you don't seem to have major complaints about China, but perhaps a readily available, wide variety of pu erh and other teas makes up for some of the shortcomings. :DSippin' on some Pu Erhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01017006157449819051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-753589427119541238.post-13143072923339457752014-04-04T12:54:04.694+01:002014-04-04T12:54:04.694+01:00Going to London feels, to me, like walking through...Going to London feels, to me, like walking through a history book. So much in my country that is significant has happened in London, and it is all around you to see. It is a "world city", with all that is good and bad along with it, but it is a very special place. There is so much <i>life</i> in London that I simply cannot comprehend it - to me, Oxford is a "big city", and Hobbeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10719619695211038389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-753589427119541238.post-56353461610571519382014-04-03T06:32:22.407+01:002014-04-03T06:32:22.407+01:00Welcome to the state of deserts and strip malls, b...Welcome to the state of deserts and strip malls, but London is far more depressing in different ways imo. :D<br /><br />I still have no idea what you mean with raspberries btw.Sippin' on some Pu Erhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01017006157449819051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-753589427119541238.post-56123621117049705902014-04-02T14:24:45.164+01:002014-04-02T14:24:45.164+01:00They come at night. Mostly.
The raspberries, tha...They come at night. Mostly.<br /><br />The raspberries, that is. In the darkness before dawn, I can hear my youngest son flapping his lips and practising that most amusing of sounds: the raspberry.<br /><br />It is sunrise, and sonrise. The beauty of the dawn is only accentuated by Xiaolong's raspberries.<br /><br />The image is from sunset, in Nevada. It's fair to say that I love theHobbeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10719619695211038389noreply@blogger.com