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Webcam Fun | English in Action – Italy

I got my Logitech communicate webcam working in linux. After many years of neglecting webcam support, some frog managed to make the process easier. Here’s the easy take on things.

sudo gedit /etc/apt-get/sources.list

Paste in:

deb http://blognux.free.fr/debian unstable main

sudo apt-get update

sudo apt-get -y easycam2

Then you just simply open up easycam2 and press install. So easy your grandma can do it.

My first call from Nicola was on Wednesday. By Friday I have the contract in my hands and the tickets booked. I’m leaving on Sunday. I just need to buy some smart clothes (the attire section says no ripped jeans. bummer). Hopefully I can find someones old dusty digicam which they’re about to chuck away and buy it for peanuts.

My third broken camera. Jeannine dropped it on New Years, it was about to break anyway to be honest and I did get it for free.

Oh how I love this song | Cute myspace girl | Austria – Teaching English

Bright Eyes – Landlocked Blues

She’s cute, not least because the webcam is wayward. I was actually watching it because I was listening to Sigur ros.

I spoke to Houss a couple of days ago. Turns out he’s in bloody Austria teaching some kids English for a fortnight. He tells me he got the job from Paul, the guy we did the CELTA with. I give him my mobile number with the strong addage that he must, oh how he must, get me a job. Today I recieve a text asking whether i’m free to leave this weekend. Let’s hope this doesn’t fall through.

And if I do actually get the job, how do I teach? What was the 3rd conditional? Gerunds?

Martin’s 19th tomorow[sic]. A pretty girl on MySpace added me via him. She’s got the angles though, i’m scared. Fear the angles.

Bloody Passport Applications

Me, circa 2002. Nowadays, you can’t have big hair, nor can you smile.
So I have in the envelope:

• 4 Passport Photo’s
• 1 Birth Certificate
• 1 Photocopy of the lost Passport
• 1 Passport Application Form
• 1 LS01 Lost Passport Form
• Signature from a Teacher saying I really am who I am

But no. My head is too large. My hair clips the outside of the transparencies. School’s closed. I want to cry. Even after I get that sorted out I have to find the letter that states why my parents were deemed British. I want to ask them, but I doubt they know.