in as much as this running debate between Gumishu and Pawian is very interesting and, at times, enlightening(for this American Polonian), it's at the same time very sobering illustratrating the deep divisions that exist between brother Poles :) Makes me a little sad.
proszę edg·y (j) adj. edg·i·er, edg·i·est 1. Nervous or irritable: The performers were edgy as they waited for the show to begin. 2. Having a sharp or biting edge: an edgy wit. 3. Daring, provocative, or trend-setting: an exhibition of edgy photographs; an edgy menu.---------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------
WielkiPolak's post jogged my memory as it relates to this word. My childhood friend Andziej (when I was a boy my father took me along to other Polish families where I was befriended by their sons - Andziej was one of them).
Andziej's mother was a proponent of corporal punishment. She was always beating him. And Andziej seemed to relish antagonizing her pushing her buttons (mind you we're about 6 years old). One of those buttons which he pushed often was his use of vulgar Polish words. He absolutely loved saying "kupa gówna, kupa gówna) and duźa dupa! Saying those words always cracked him up, enraged his mother and sent me to a neutral corner :)
citizen67, I love the three things you cited. I never, until now, thought of those two Army-related items you cited as distinctive nor stylish. I do now Thanks ps I too love gołąbki...........
I just saw a wonderful piece on TVP about some storks who "ryzykowaly" (took the risk) to come to Poland from Africa despite the cold and snow and were shown all this love and attention from the locals. It really was very touching to see the locals feed the birds and worry so about them. Apparently, nothing unites a village like the presence of a mating pair of storks.
I had NEVER seen a stork until I had my first sighting back in 1978. I, like most New Jerseyans my age, had only heard and read about them. I was enthralled, to put it simply. And to see their nests! Magnificent. I re-tell the experience to my daughter (apparently ad nauseum) over and over again. I can't wait to bring her to Poland and show her myself!
sorry swissi, I stream it from the States.(listen online) I'm sure some of the in-country members can help you out :) keep listening. it helps a lot :)
I always have to laugh when my wife and daughter describe to me (and others) what Polish sounds like to them : a series of ch-ch-ch interspersed with sh-sh-sh.
I found your comment both interesting and very familiar. I went to med school in Wrocław back in the day. All your frustrations were acutely felt by me and my colleagues. I can't beleive they still make you deal with that gd Indeks! lol good luck to you!
I mean REAL hard. Wet-panties-humping-my-leg hard. Not bad for a 53-year-old. I could chalk it up to my God-given good looks, my efferverscent, charming personality, or to my long, flowing white beard. But the cynical side of me has to concede it has more to do with cash.
are you certain they weren't simply hookers (no offence)?