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"Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock."--Will Rogers
Küssen verboten!
An 81 and a 98? It seems I do better on tests when I'm thoroughly convinced that I am going to crash and burn.
"Diplomacy is to lie and deny."--a famous diplomat of the 19th century
I thought Diplomacy was a game, like Risk only better because it depends on conniving deviousness instead of luck with dice.
"Diplomacy is to do and say the nastiest thing in the nicest way."--former U.S. ambassador to Rwanda
Today I found out that Paul Wellstone said if he lost this election he didn't want to go back to teaching at Carleton. He wanted to come to UMM. Where I am. Taking politics classes.
"Diplomacy without power is like an orchestra without a score."--Frederick the Great
On my way to this class I walked past one of my roommates--as blurry to me as everyone else is since I'm not wearing my glasses, since they've been missing for a week, but I thougt I recognized that yellow sweatshirt--and she said "Hey, Holly's going to class!" "Shut up, Michele!" was my witty reply. She laughed. So did I. "How often do you go to class?" I called after her. "All the time!" she told me. We both know better, though. If she goes to class all the time, then so do I.
"We express reservations..."
"We cannot remain indifferent to..."
"We have to reconsider our position on..."
"We will regard it as an unfriendly act if..."
"We decline to be responsible for the consequences..."
Nice "diplomatic langauge," eh?
It's too hot in here with my jacket on, and too cold with it off. Stupid Cow Palace. Any room called "the Cow Palace" can't be a good thing. They did show cows here at one time, the story goes (I even heard the chancellor explain it to Tim Penny when he visited).
"Diplomacy without cocktail parties is like Morris without the ethanol plant."--my world politics professor
The Cow Palace has funny steps. Much longer than they are high, and thus sometimes difficult to navigate. For people, anyway. They weren't built for people, they were built for cows. Maybe the climate's for cows, too. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter here.
Keine Frauen in Deustchland!
Twenty minutes left still? Argh.
The recognized state can sue in the courts of the recognizing state.
He says "Chechnya" with three syllables. "Che-chin-ya." It's great. I've noticed that his Korean accent sounds most interesting with Russian names.
Five minutes left. As usual, I didn't even check my watch until halfway through the class. Then again, when half of that half passed. Pretty soon it seems like I'm constantly looking at my watch. It's like What's-his-name's Paradox: to cross a room you must first cover half the distance. Then half of that half, and half of that half, and so on. I think the guy's name starts with a Z. Not Zeppo, not Zeffarelli. Maybe I'm thinking of something else. Anyway, the point is that you'll never reach the other side of the room. You always have half the remaining distance to travel first. I don't think I'll ever reach the end of this class.
"Bolsheviks" sounds kind of funny, too. Not as cool as Che-chin-ya, though.
Küssen verboten!
An 81 and a 98? It seems I do better on tests when I'm thoroughly convinced that I am going to crash and burn.
"Diplomacy is to lie and deny."--a famous diplomat of the 19th century
I thought Diplomacy was a game, like Risk only better because it depends on conniving deviousness instead of luck with dice.
"Diplomacy is to do and say the nastiest thing in the nicest way."--former U.S. ambassador to Rwanda
Today I found out that Paul Wellstone said if he lost this election he didn't want to go back to teaching at Carleton. He wanted to come to UMM. Where I am. Taking politics classes.
"Diplomacy without power is like an orchestra without a score."--Frederick the Great
On my way to this class I walked past one of my roommates--as blurry to me as everyone else is since I'm not wearing my glasses, since they've been missing for a week, but I thougt I recognized that yellow sweatshirt--and she said "Hey, Holly's going to class!" "Shut up, Michele!" was my witty reply. She laughed. So did I. "How often do you go to class?" I called after her. "All the time!" she told me. We both know better, though. If she goes to class all the time, then so do I.
"We express reservations..."
"We cannot remain indifferent to..."
"We have to reconsider our position on..."
"We will regard it as an unfriendly act if..."
"We decline to be responsible for the consequences..."
Nice "diplomatic langauge," eh?
It's too hot in here with my jacket on, and too cold with it off. Stupid Cow Palace. Any room called "the Cow Palace" can't be a good thing. They did show cows here at one time, the story goes (I even heard the chancellor explain it to Tim Penny when he visited).
"Diplomacy without cocktail parties is like Morris without the ethanol plant."--my world politics professor
The Cow Palace has funny steps. Much longer than they are high, and thus sometimes difficult to navigate. For people, anyway. They weren't built for people, they were built for cows. Maybe the climate's for cows, too. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter here.
Keine Frauen in Deustchland!
Twenty minutes left still? Argh.
The recognized state can sue in the courts of the recognizing state.
He says "Chechnya" with three syllables. "Che-chin-ya." It's great. I've noticed that his Korean accent sounds most interesting with Russian names.
Five minutes left. As usual, I didn't even check my watch until halfway through the class. Then again, when half of that half passed. Pretty soon it seems like I'm constantly looking at my watch. It's like What's-his-name's Paradox: to cross a room you must first cover half the distance. Then half of that half, and half of that half, and so on. I think the guy's name starts with a Z. Not Zeppo, not Zeffarelli. Maybe I'm thinking of something else. Anyway, the point is that you'll never reach the other side of the room. You always have half the remaining distance to travel first. I don't think I'll ever reach the end of this class.
"Bolsheviks" sounds kind of funny, too. Not as cool as Che-chin-ya, though.