Before a short Summer break, the E-Tisch will be returning once again to the CavaRo Weinbar on Saturday evening, 13 July 2013 for some more wine, beer, whiskey, Flammkuchen, AND English speaking! :-)
Who knows? Perhaps the weather will be great again so that we can spend some more quality time outside in the cozy "Strandkörbchen". :- )
Curious? Here are the details:
Time: Saturday evening 13 July 2013 starting at 20:00.
Place: "CavaRo Weinbar", Rothenbaumchausee 107 (across from Vapiano) www.hotelamrothenbaum.de
Subway ways: U-Bahn Hallerstraße, Hallerstraße or Hallerstraße. (Please just choose Hallerstraße: it is right across the street! Or take mega-bus 15 or bus 109)
Price of admission: Zero Euros. (No student discounts available.)
Attendance: Between 30 and 100 people. This time probably 70 or so again ... but who knows? :-)
Misc E-Tisch Information
- The following E-Tisch will probably be two weeks later on Saturday 27 July 2013. Stay tuned for details. :-)
Chapin, Tom, Steffy, Sylvia, Canadian Bob, and David (and lots of international E-Tisch-people!)
For all of you Star Wars fans out there, here is a little known blooper from the original film:
A simile is a figure of speech that directly compares two different things, usually by employing the words "like", "as". Even though both similes and metaphors are forms of comparison, similes indirectly compare the two ideas and allow them to remain distinct in spite of their similarities, whereas metaphors compare two things directly. For instance, a simile that compares a person with a bullet would go as follows: "Canadian-Bob was a record-setting runner as fast as a speeding bullet." A metaphor might read something like, "When Canadian-Bob ran, he was a speeding bullet racing along the track."
Many good similes invoke thoughtful imagery. The following similes, however, are bad. Really bad:
The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a Delta 747.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.