Ljubljana, Slovenia.
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Maribor, Slovenia.
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Portoroz, Slovenia.
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Two years old! And, yes, that’s a blurry Carniola font.
This blog began exactly two years ago today with this post. I can’t believe I’ve managed to keep going for so long without killing anyone (other than those two prostitutes). [Note to self: No more cocaine binges!!] But here we are. This is the 528th post.
To celebrate, I thought I’d go on a massive cocaine binge and maybe meet-up with some hookers later on. But then I remembered that this is a time for reflection; not blow-fuelled mayhem. Plus, I still haven’t cleaned up some of the stains from last time. You know what? Let’s not talk about it. Let’s talk about Carniola.
When I look back on my very first post, I remember how different it was back then. For a very long time there were no comments, no e-mails, no anything. My inbox was gloriously void of essays explaining why the Bay of Piran belongs to Croatia, or what I should do with my head in relation to my arse. On the other hand, as that changed, I realized that the comments on this site were what made things really worthwhile. It’s great when people can correct your errors, answer your questions, or provide opinions you didn’t think of. It’s helped me learn a lot about this country and the people who inhabit it. In a way, it’s been the perfect tool for assimilation.
I’m thankful to everyone who has commented here, or sent me something nice, or just stuck with me for one reason or another. Out of curiousity, I dove into the archives and dug up some of the first comments of regular commenters. (By regular, I mean people who have commented more than 20 times.) I started copying and pasting, and discovered that they made for an interesting pastiche. Kind of like a work of modern art, except not art. At any rate, here are the results:
The First Words of Regular Carniolans: