Breakfast, 7:45.
4 slices of dark rye bread, 1 egg, 1 cup of tea.
Morning break, 10:30.
1 cup of black coffee.
Lunch, 12:15.
10 slices of whole wheat toast, 2 slices of prosciutto ham, 2 spoonful of Nutella, 1 cup of tea.
Afternoon break, 3:30.
1 cup of black coffee.
Supper, 6:00.
A hot meal including a main component (meat, fish or vegetarian alternative), a filling component (potato, rice, pasta or similar) and a vegetable component (vegetables or fresh salad).
Night snack, 10:00.
Home made cookies or cake, or fresh fruit.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Singer/Songwriter
I just found this on youtube.
I suddenly remembered: A guy named Sven played this on a guitar for us once in a small club in Berlin after a Croiled Kondoes show.
Then I found this, and I remembered I had to sing this song in music lessons when I was in school, grade 7 maybe. Back then I hated it.
But my favourite Gundermann song so far is still this one. I understand that being confronted with the looks of this guy you might not be 100% able to enjoy his music, so if that's the case, check out this version of the same song. But know that Gerhard Gundermann always refused to live off his music alone to prevent its commercialization. He operated an excavator in a coal mine and often went from a concert directly back to work, or straight onto the stage when his shift was over. Maybe he just didn't find time to get his hair done properly.
I suddenly remembered: A guy named Sven played this on a guitar for us once in a small club in Berlin after a Croiled Kondoes show.
Then I found this, and I remembered I had to sing this song in music lessons when I was in school, grade 7 maybe. Back then I hated it.
But my favourite Gundermann song so far is still this one. I understand that being confronted with the looks of this guy you might not be 100% able to enjoy his music, so if that's the case, check out this version of the same song. But know that Gerhard Gundermann always refused to live off his music alone to prevent its commercialization. He operated an excavator in a coal mine and often went from a concert directly back to work, or straight onto the stage when his shift was over. Maybe he just didn't find time to get his hair done properly.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Banana
I just ate a banana and thought: Man, I've saved 3.70 when I bought groceries on friday, but I could have saved 6.40 or even 11.10 if I had bought two/three bottles of on sale laundry soap instead of one only.
So does long term money-saving justify going beyond this week's budget limits?
I have to go.
PS: It was actually 39 countries, I think.
So does long term money-saving justify going beyond this week's budget limits?
I have to go.
PS: It was actually 39 countries, I think.
Ich weiß nicht, wo ich jetzt hinsoll...
...ich quatsch einfach nochmal ein bißchen...
What fun! Lena Meyer-Landrut wins the Eurovision Song Contest!
(annual event, 37 countries, 37 songs, winner chosen by public vote)
Here's the winning song live on a TV show.
Last time Germany won this thing was 1982 with this song.
What fun!
Ich can see the headlines already: We Are Lena!
What fun! Lena Meyer-Landrut wins the Eurovision Song Contest!
(annual event, 37 countries, 37 songs, winner chosen by public vote)
Here's the winning song live on a TV show.
Last time Germany won this thing was 1982 with this song.
What fun!
Ich can see the headlines already: We Are Lena!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Popular Culture
One:
Today in the morning right before breakfast as usual I turned on Radio Eins, and they played Joan Baez's Diamonds & Rust. Of course I didn't know that, I had never heard this song before. The radio threw me in right at that bridge before she sings about not being nostalgic, and I magically had to remain without moving where I was until the song was over, and then I shh'd my wife who was saying something in the background because I was hoping the radio guy would please let me know the title or singer of this song.
They did and I was quite surprised, because the song didn't sound like 1975 to me at all.
A bit of googling later I found this on youtube, and I'm listening to it all the time.
Two:
After eight seasons of 24 the show is finally over, although appearantly a movie will be made. They aired the last two episodes last monday, and in my opinion they ended it quite nicely. Season eight had been highly anticipated by me, and apart from the first few episodes I was quite disappointed with it. But then suddenly, from episode 15 on (which also might mark the time when the producers found out they won't be making a ninth season) the show turned itself around and became good again. So if you ever find yourself watching all 8 seasons in a row (Average 43 minutes x 24 x 8 + 90 minutes season 7 prequel = almost 140 hours. If you sleep less than 5 hours a night you might be able to do it in a week), you will only have to drag yourself through the imho a little dull season 6 (being repaid by a quite exciting season 7), and through some quite over-written 12 or so episodes of season 8 (it was great fun to see Jürgen Prochnow by the way), all the rest is awesome entertainment material and well worth watching. Especially season one. And two. Three, too, especially the second half. And four and five. Six, yes. Seven. Eight.
Goodbye, Jack Bauer. See you on the big screen.
Three:
Deus, a Belgian band that I hold in high esteem, have made a song called Popular Culture. It's no new Instant Street, but still cool. You find it on their album Vantage Point (2008). Unfortunatly I wasn't able to find it on youtube, so you have to go with Via (from their first album) instead.
Today in the morning right before breakfast as usual I turned on Radio Eins, and they played Joan Baez's Diamonds & Rust. Of course I didn't know that, I had never heard this song before. The radio threw me in right at that bridge before she sings about not being nostalgic, and I magically had to remain without moving where I was until the song was over, and then I shh'd my wife who was saying something in the background because I was hoping the radio guy would please let me know the title or singer of this song.
They did and I was quite surprised, because the song didn't sound like 1975 to me at all.
A bit of googling later I found this on youtube, and I'm listening to it all the time.
Two:
After eight seasons of 24 the show is finally over, although appearantly a movie will be made. They aired the last two episodes last monday, and in my opinion they ended it quite nicely. Season eight had been highly anticipated by me, and apart from the first few episodes I was quite disappointed with it. But then suddenly, from episode 15 on (which also might mark the time when the producers found out they won't be making a ninth season) the show turned itself around and became good again. So if you ever find yourself watching all 8 seasons in a row (Average 43 minutes x 24 x 8 + 90 minutes season 7 prequel = almost 140 hours. If you sleep less than 5 hours a night you might be able to do it in a week), you will only have to drag yourself through the imho a little dull season 6 (being repaid by a quite exciting season 7), and through some quite over-written 12 or so episodes of season 8 (it was great fun to see Jürgen Prochnow by the way), all the rest is awesome entertainment material and well worth watching. Especially season one. And two. Three, too, especially the second half. And four and five. Six, yes. Seven. Eight.
Goodbye, Jack Bauer. See you on the big screen.
Three:
Deus, a Belgian band that I hold in high esteem, have made a song called Popular Culture. It's no new Instant Street, but still cool. You find it on their album Vantage Point (2008). Unfortunatly I wasn't able to find it on youtube, so you have to go with Via (from their first album) instead.
The First Anniversary
Dear blog,
today is your first birthday. The one year anniversary. This is post 234.
Now let's see:
234 posts in 365 days, that comes to
0.64 posts a day or
1 post every 1.56 days.
That is pretty good, I think. That is one post every 37 hours.
Please realize that at least 8 hours a day are worktime, and another 8 hours are sleeping time, plus 2 hours of eating, 2 hours of errands, 1 hour for personal hygiene etc. and 2 hours for relationship-upkeep. That leaves only 1 hour of personal spare time a day. Since we're talking one and a half day, we make that 1.5 hours, blog, do you see what I am saying?
How long does it take to write a typical blog entry? Average? Yes, about 30 minutes, sometimes longer.
So observe! 1/3 of my own valuable personal spare time, a time that is very necessary and critical in order not to drive my real-life close ones crazy, is spent on you, blog.
Does that make you happy?
I certainly hope so.
(Think of all the cakes I didn't bake because of you, think of all the friends I didn't contact because of you, yes, think of my parents, sisters, brothers, aunts and uncles whom I could have phoned but did not because of you, blog!)
Today, by the way, was a crazy day at the supermarket, a day they here call "happy day". It happens once every month, it's the day everyone eligible receives/cashes their welfare cheque at the supermarket's finance counter.
And because everyone eligible her in BF means 90 percent of the population, the supermarket is busier than an ant hill. Especially on the floor.
And today I worked on the floor, yay! 7.5 hours of constant tidying up, recovering stuff, helping out people, answering questions, mopping up spills (barf, condiments, ice cream, pepsi). Children are the worst. The toy aisle needs to be done literally every 5 minutes: You pick up all the toys from the floor and you put them back where they belong, 5 minutes later the next wave of kids has run through and you can start all over. I think the thing I did most often today was putting fucking balls back into the fucking ball display.
But I like mopping up stuff. Why? Because I have to go all the way to the other end of the supermarket, into the janitor room, find a mop and one of those big yellow buckets with wheels. After filling it with water and cleaner, I put the mop into the bucket and push the whole thing all the way back to where the spill is. That takes about 1 or 2 minutes and is like driving a car: No brain functions necessary. You automatically avoid all obstacles and make your way through the aisles, brain shut off, the monotonous sound of the wheels and the splish splash of the waving water comes down like a veil or curtain between you and the trouble all around you, it's like break time, very relaxing, like floating through rush hour with activated mute-mode, like in a bubble. A feeling that even lasts into the cleaning part: you mop up the spill, that takes about 30 seconds, and then you drive all the way back to the janitor room for another great session of calmness. You leave the bucket and mop there, and then: Back out into the crazyness!
And blog, do you really think I am cheating on you with another blog? Well, I'd like to say this, I was pretty disappointed by the low number of comments regarding my announcement of breaking up with you, blog. Looks like people didn't believe me. Well, maybe they're right, now that I haven't blogged for a few days, now that I have emotionally distanced myself from you, blog, you seem much more interesting. Maybe I will use you more often than we thought I would. And you know me, it's much to bothersome to keep two of your kind.
I just don't have the time.
today is your first birthday. The one year anniversary. This is post 234.
Now let's see:
234 posts in 365 days, that comes to
0.64 posts a day or
1 post every 1.56 days.
That is pretty good, I think. That is one post every 37 hours.
Please realize that at least 8 hours a day are worktime, and another 8 hours are sleeping time, plus 2 hours of eating, 2 hours of errands, 1 hour for personal hygiene etc. and 2 hours for relationship-upkeep. That leaves only 1 hour of personal spare time a day. Since we're talking one and a half day, we make that 1.5 hours, blog, do you see what I am saying?
How long does it take to write a typical blog entry? Average? Yes, about 30 minutes, sometimes longer.
So observe! 1/3 of my own valuable personal spare time, a time that is very necessary and critical in order not to drive my real-life close ones crazy, is spent on you, blog.
Does that make you happy?
I certainly hope so.
(Think of all the cakes I didn't bake because of you, think of all the friends I didn't contact because of you, yes, think of my parents, sisters, brothers, aunts and uncles whom I could have phoned but did not because of you, blog!)
Today, by the way, was a crazy day at the supermarket, a day they here call "happy day". It happens once every month, it's the day everyone eligible receives/cashes their welfare cheque at the supermarket's finance counter.
And because everyone eligible her in BF means 90 percent of the population, the supermarket is busier than an ant hill. Especially on the floor.
And today I worked on the floor, yay! 7.5 hours of constant tidying up, recovering stuff, helping out people, answering questions, mopping up spills (barf, condiments, ice cream, pepsi). Children are the worst. The toy aisle needs to be done literally every 5 minutes: You pick up all the toys from the floor and you put them back where they belong, 5 minutes later the next wave of kids has run through and you can start all over. I think the thing I did most often today was putting fucking balls back into the fucking ball display.
But I like mopping up stuff. Why? Because I have to go all the way to the other end of the supermarket, into the janitor room, find a mop and one of those big yellow buckets with wheels. After filling it with water and cleaner, I put the mop into the bucket and push the whole thing all the way back to where the spill is. That takes about 1 or 2 minutes and is like driving a car: No brain functions necessary. You automatically avoid all obstacles and make your way through the aisles, brain shut off, the monotonous sound of the wheels and the splish splash of the waving water comes down like a veil or curtain between you and the trouble all around you, it's like break time, very relaxing, like floating through rush hour with activated mute-mode, like in a bubble. A feeling that even lasts into the cleaning part: you mop up the spill, that takes about 30 seconds, and then you drive all the way back to the janitor room for another great session of calmness. You leave the bucket and mop there, and then: Back out into the crazyness!
And blog, do you really think I am cheating on you with another blog? Well, I'd like to say this, I was pretty disappointed by the low number of comments regarding my announcement of breaking up with you, blog. Looks like people didn't believe me. Well, maybe they're right, now that I haven't blogged for a few days, now that I have emotionally distanced myself from you, blog, you seem much more interesting. Maybe I will use you more often than we thought I would. And you know me, it's much to bothersome to keep two of your kind.
I just don't have the time.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
The Break Up
Ok, blog, I am bored with you. I have been debating with myself for a while if I should tell you or not, and maybe I shouldn't, with your one year birthday/anniversary coming up and all, but then again, why ruin your birthday/anniversary?
So, blog, unless something totally unexpected happens I guess we will have to take a break for a while.
Yes, blog, I am breaking up with you.
Not really though, because I'd like some hope to remain inside you so you stay available for me in case I want you back, even though that is not likely to happen anytime soon.
Yes, blog, I will post something on your birthday, but merely for statistical reasons.
Bye for now.
So, blog, unless something totally unexpected happens I guess we will have to take a break for a while.
Yes, blog, I am breaking up with you.
Not really though, because I'd like some hope to remain inside you so you stay available for me in case I want you back, even though that is not likely to happen anytime soon.
Yes, blog, I will post something on your birthday, but merely for statistical reasons.
Bye for now.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Summer Summer Summer
Man, it's summer now. T-shirt weather, sweat-weather. Today at nine in the morning 23 degrees, and maybe 26 or so later... Winter is officially over.
The contents of all the boxes I unpack in a day confirm it: summer toys, summer toys, then summer toys and of course summer toys.
I have to go.
(drive)
The contents of all the boxes I unpack in a day confirm it: summer toys, summer toys, then summer toys and of course summer toys.
I have to go.
(drive)
Monday, May 17, 2010
Episodes From BF Nowhere
While opening boxes my thoughts usually wander, and mostly I imagine driving in a stolen car through a virtual city, running over people et cetera. And I think: Wouldn't it be nice now to take the rest of the day off and go home and do that? And I keep thinking that until I get distracted or until five o' clock. (It's not necessarily limited to GTA. It also works with running through Khorinis, Myrtana, Faranga, the wasteland; or founding cities, or being extra stealthy while shooting people etc.)
And then I go home and cook and do all those other things one is required to do in a household and when everything is done I sit down and drive through virtual Liberty City and run people over etc. but after ten minutes I get bored and shut the game down and do something else instead. Of course then I see the ten minutes were really more like forty minutes, but that doesn't matter.
The thing is that I've looked forward to do that the whole day and then I get bored after such a comparatively short time. Isn't that weird?
But then again, who cares.
I'm drinking lots of cold tea so I don't get dehydrated, the cake tastes very good, I have chocolate in the house (from Europe, whee) and, very important, it only takes half an hour or so before I start thinking about driving through Liberty City again.
So I sit down...
And then I go home and cook and do all those other things one is required to do in a household and when everything is done I sit down and drive through virtual Liberty City and run people over etc. but after ten minutes I get bored and shut the game down and do something else instead. Of course then I see the ten minutes were really more like forty minutes, but that doesn't matter.
The thing is that I've looked forward to do that the whole day and then I get bored after such a comparatively short time. Isn't that weird?
But then again, who cares.
I'm drinking lots of cold tea so I don't get dehydrated, the cake tastes very good, I have chocolate in the house (from Europe, whee) and, very important, it only takes half an hour or so before I start thinking about driving through Liberty City again.
So I sit down...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Father's Day
Today's the day of the Ascension of Jesus, which in itself is not very exciting.
In Germany though this day is a holiday, and not only that, it's a double holiday, a day off, because it is also Father's Day. Not June something or whenever it is in this country, in Germany Father's Day is always just like the Jesus Day on thursday in the sixth week following Easter.
It is also usually the day when around noon people grab their friends and two or three cases of beer (one case = 20 half liter bottles), go to the park and stay there the whole day and get drunk. Alternatively they do a little bicycle tour first, and then get drunk. Or they throw in a little barbecue, and then get drunk.
This year though it seems to be a bit cool in good old Germany, so I am happy to tell that here where I am we have some 20 or 23 degrees and sunshine.
And now I am gonna close the curtains and play Grand Theft Auto.
In Germany though this day is a holiday, and not only that, it's a double holiday, a day off, because it is also Father's Day. Not June something or whenever it is in this country, in Germany Father's Day is always just like the Jesus Day on thursday in the sixth week following Easter.
It is also usually the day when around noon people grab their friends and two or three cases of beer (one case = 20 half liter bottles), go to the park and stay there the whole day and get drunk. Alternatively they do a little bicycle tour first, and then get drunk. Or they throw in a little barbecue, and then get drunk.
This year though it seems to be a bit cool in good old Germany, so I am happy to tell that here where I am we have some 20 or 23 degrees and sunshine.
And now I am gonna close the curtains and play Grand Theft Auto.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Bye Belly Bye
Receiving boxes goes like this: Go to the pallet, cut the plastic wrap, remove the plastic wrap, and as you take down the boxes scan them with a handheld device. Then stack the boxes back up in a different place.
Every pallet contains between 15 and 50 boxes, depending on their sizes. Today I received 8 pallets or some 260 boxes, which gave me a nice feeling of accomplishment.
Why do I mention this?
Well, since yesterday I explored the lesser levels of Niveau (or the subbasements of good taste), I thought today I might give an example of what is good and morally spotless, and what is that if not good old honest work. Yes, I think today I was totally worth my ten bucks an hour.
Speaking of good taste, due to the fragile state of digestive system today I decided to take the safe route and bought myself some crackers for lunch. That didn't really turn out well, because I am from abroad, and that is why I know perfectly well which i.e. German cookies taste like crap and which are most delicious, while here in this country I have my difficulties even with comprehending the difference between cracker and cookie.
So I ended up with these really salty and flavour-free thin crackers. Definitely not something I would ever buy again. I employed a bottle of coke to wash them down.
Which brings me to the next thing: I am hungry. And here's the question: Should I choose wisely again and eat some dry bread or worse, cooked carrots, or should I just go crazy on myself and eat that leftover chili which is sitting in my fridge and calling my name.
I really want that Chili.
I think I am gonna eat it.
PS: Whoever wrote that comment about brown water at children's birthday parties - hello? Those things don't go together (only if the children produce it themselves, in that case though it would hardly be considered a party, it'd rather be fecal slaughter in the play room).
Every pallet contains between 15 and 50 boxes, depending on their sizes. Today I received 8 pallets or some 260 boxes, which gave me a nice feeling of accomplishment.
Why do I mention this?
Well, since yesterday I explored the lesser levels of Niveau (or the subbasements of good taste), I thought today I might give an example of what is good and morally spotless, and what is that if not good old honest work. Yes, I think today I was totally worth my ten bucks an hour.
Speaking of good taste, due to the fragile state of digestive system today I decided to take the safe route and bought myself some crackers for lunch. That didn't really turn out well, because I am from abroad, and that is why I know perfectly well which i.e. German cookies taste like crap and which are most delicious, while here in this country I have my difficulties even with comprehending the difference between cracker and cookie.
So I ended up with these really salty and flavour-free thin crackers. Definitely not something I would ever buy again. I employed a bottle of coke to wash them down.
Which brings me to the next thing: I am hungry. And here's the question: Should I choose wisely again and eat some dry bread or worse, cooked carrots, or should I just go crazy on myself and eat that leftover chili which is sitting in my fridge and calling my name.
I really want that Chili.
I think I am gonna eat it.
PS: Whoever wrote that comment about brown water at children's birthday parties - hello? Those things don't go together (only if the children produce it themselves, in that case though it would hardly be considered a party, it'd rather be fecal slaughter in the play room).
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Ass-Burping With Land
*ROFL*
Two days ago I learned something new: The difference between nausea and vertigo.
Nausea is when you feel like barfing, and vertigo is when the room's spinning around you.
I always thought you could use nausea for both, and that vertigo was some kind of more general term also linked to being afraid of heights. Appearantly not.
Why do I mention this?
Because I am experiencing nausea, not vertigo.
It must be some kind of stomach bug that got me there, because the whole thing also comes accompanied by what the Germans (literally) refer to as "fall-through", "thin-whistle", "whizzing-poo", "slippy Otto", "thin-shit", "ass-barfing", "spray-goulash", "fecal-slaughter in the anal chute", "poo-spray", "brown water", "spray-sausage", "farty barf" etc.
Fuck you, limits of good taste!
Yes, you, lines one is not supposed to cross!
Well, I feel some gargling going on.
I better go.
Two days ago I learned something new: The difference between nausea and vertigo.
Nausea is when you feel like barfing, and vertigo is when the room's spinning around you.
I always thought you could use nausea for both, and that vertigo was some kind of more general term also linked to being afraid of heights. Appearantly not.
Why do I mention this?
Because I am experiencing nausea, not vertigo.
It must be some kind of stomach bug that got me there, because the whole thing also comes accompanied by what the Germans (literally) refer to as "fall-through", "thin-whistle", "whizzing-poo", "slippy Otto", "thin-shit", "ass-barfing", "spray-goulash", "fecal-slaughter in the anal chute", "poo-spray", "brown water", "spray-sausage", "farty barf" etc.
Fuck you, limits of good taste!
Yes, you, lines one is not supposed to cross!
Well, I feel some gargling going on.
I better go.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
New Features
Hello fellow readers of this blog,
I'm happy to announce that new features have been implemented!
New exciting language support has been added, it is now possible not only to automatically translate this website into German, but also, wait, here it comes, into Japanese! But wait again, there is more, translation is also available into, yes, you're assuming correctly, Dutch!
How great is that! These three fine and wonderful languages only a mouse click away!
Farewell,
Brato
I'm happy to announce that new features have been implemented!
New exciting language support has been added, it is now possible not only to automatically translate this website into German, but also, wait, here it comes, into Japanese! But wait again, there is more, translation is also available into, yes, you're assuming correctly, Dutch!
How great is that! These three fine and wonderful languages only a mouse click away!
Farewell,
Brato
No Sleep
Man, I'm tired. And I have to go work soon. Yes, on saturday. And tomorrow, too.
Counting stuff.
Yeah.
I spent thursday and friday opening identical boxes. I mean, usually boxes come in all kinds of shapes with lots of different stuff in them, a feature that adds a nice feel of variety to this kind of job.
But then I had opened all the different ones already and was left with 12 big boxes of the same shape and size, containing clothes.
Awesome.
One of those takes an hour to process.
Great.
Whatever, I must go.
Inventory, here I come!
Counting stuff.
Yeah.
I spent thursday and friday opening identical boxes. I mean, usually boxes come in all kinds of shapes with lots of different stuff in them, a feature that adds a nice feel of variety to this kind of job.
But then I had opened all the different ones already and was left with 12 big boxes of the same shape and size, containing clothes.
Awesome.
One of those takes an hour to process.
Great.
Whatever, I must go.
Inventory, here I come!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Dear Dr. Muppleshrumph,
thank you for your commentary.
It's been almost two weeks since we got back from Europe. At this time there are no new plans for traveling.
The weather here is not as good as over there. It's colder, between 0 and 5 degrees. But sunny, too.
I also baked a cake last sunday, with cinnamon and apple in it. Very delectable.
I go to work everyday and open boxes.
In the evening I go home and cook food.
And then I eat.
I will eat now.
Goodbye for now,
Brato
It's been almost two weeks since we got back from Europe. At this time there are no new plans for traveling.
The weather here is not as good as over there. It's colder, between 0 and 5 degrees. But sunny, too.
I also baked a cake last sunday, with cinnamon and apple in it. Very delectable.
I go to work everyday and open boxes.
In the evening I go home and cook food.
And then I eat.
I will eat now.
Goodbye for now,
Brato
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
It's A Texture Thing
Last week we had fried chicken, and from the leftovers I made broth, and from the broth I made noodle-soup.
For some reason I made the soup at mid-day, even though it was supposed to be eaten for evening meal.
That's why all the noodles (Remember for next time: 500g noodles are too much for one big pot of soup, 250g are probably enough) turned very mushy, and because I put too many noodles in, the whole meal instead of soupy looks more like a blob of noodles wet with broth (with some vegetables sticking out here and there).
And we have so much of it, it's gonna last til the end of days. That's why I decided to call it the The Eternal Soup.
We ate it three times in a row already.
We will have it again today.
For some reason I made the soup at mid-day, even though it was supposed to be eaten for evening meal.
That's why all the noodles (Remember for next time: 500g noodles are too much for one big pot of soup, 250g are probably enough) turned very mushy, and because I put too many noodles in, the whole meal instead of soupy looks more like a blob of noodles wet with broth (with some vegetables sticking out here and there).
And we have so much of it, it's gonna last til the end of days. That's why I decided to call it the The Eternal Soup.
We ate it three times in a row already.
We will have it again today.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sidelining The Blog
On some days blogging gets on my nerves.
Today is such a day.
Yesterday was one, too.
Why?
Because as soon as you start caring about the people who are reading it, you can't really write without constraints anymore. The blog becomes a medium of presenting yourself in a certain light, which then again automatically and consequentially makes you write yourself into a corner.
In other words:
Writing without thinking twice is only possible if the blog is either closed to the public and open only to your friends, or if it is completely anonymous.
Neither is the case here.
A blog is anonymous as long as none of its readers knows its writer.
This blog is being read by a lot of people from close friend to total stranger, so every post is nicely filtered and has put on make up.
Since that is exactly what I don't like, I have no other choice but to open another complete secret blog somewhere else to allow for the necessary anonymity.
But don't worry, I will still post about things like the weather, cake baking, travel experiences and so on. I will also add a google translate button somewhere.
To redundancy...
and beyond!
Today is such a day.
Yesterday was one, too.
Why?
Because as soon as you start caring about the people who are reading it, you can't really write without constraints anymore. The blog becomes a medium of presenting yourself in a certain light, which then again automatically and consequentially makes you write yourself into a corner.
In other words:
Writing without thinking twice is only possible if the blog is either closed to the public and open only to your friends, or if it is completely anonymous.
Neither is the case here.
A blog is anonymous as long as none of its readers knows its writer.
This blog is being read by a lot of people from close friend to total stranger, so every post is nicely filtered and has put on make up.
Since that is exactly what I don't like, I have no other choice but to open another complete secret blog somewhere else to allow for the necessary anonymity.
But don't worry, I will still post about things like the weather, cake baking, travel experiences and so on. I will also add a google translate button somewhere.
To redundancy...
and beyond!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
May 1st
Did I say it was summer here? Did I mention children wearing shorts and t-shirts and no shoes playing in the sun? Did I talk about perfect barbecue weather, about sitting outside having food and about being bothered by the first bugs of the year?
(Super-monster-huge blood sucking insects, by the way.)
No I didn't, but I could have because it would have been the truth.
I know in other places like for example Berlin, Germany, on may 1st they always do demonstrations and street fights between cops and leftwing/rightwing people, the latter wearing hoods and throwing stones and turning over and burning cars, the former wearing shields and helmets, throwing water from water throwers and beating everybody up with night sticks.
Well, they don't do things like that here in BF. People probably planned on getting drunk a little bit here and there or smashing their guitars or something.
But today we are having a nice little snow storm: Wheee!
People are very likely still getting a little drunk here and there.
But the monster bugs won't survive this. Take this, fucking monster bugs!
(Super-monster-huge blood sucking insects, by the way.)
No I didn't, but I could have because it would have been the truth.
I know in other places like for example Berlin, Germany, on may 1st they always do demonstrations and street fights between cops and leftwing/rightwing people, the latter wearing hoods and throwing stones and turning over and burning cars, the former wearing shields and helmets, throwing water from water throwers and beating everybody up with night sticks.
Well, they don't do things like that here in BF. People probably planned on getting drunk a little bit here and there or smashing their guitars or something.
But today we are having a nice little snow storm: Wheee!
People are very likely still getting a little drunk here and there.But the monster bugs won't survive this. Take this, fucking monster bugs!
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