I just read this on somebody else's blog. He gets it and says it exactly right.
"I'm sick of saying goodbye. It's beginning to jade me. You have the best times with the most fascinating world travelers and then you must always say goodbye. goodbye. goodbye. goodbye. I need more hellos, which end in tomorrows."
27 July 2007
11 July 2007
05 July 2007
A Rainy 4th
The wintry weather in Berlin did not make 4th of July very festive for any Americans seeking sunny summer fun. I got rather drenched in a few downpours and ate dinner at a Spanish tapas restaurant. Star-Spangled Banner indeed!
In sad news: 3 of my (um, like 8?) friends in Berlin moved away this week, two to London, one to Chile. :(
In sad news: 3 of my (um, like 8?) friends in Berlin moved away this week, two to London, one to Chile. :(
02 July 2007
A Good Reminder (Listen up, boys!)
This comment today on the PostSecret website from a 33-year-old father:
"True good guys are good guys for a reason: they walk the walk and are kind and considerate. They might be dicks once in a while (I still am), but at the end of the day, they call, they listen, they love."
"True good guys are good guys for a reason: they walk the walk and are kind and considerate. They might be dicks once in a while (I still am), but at the end of the day, they call, they listen, they love."
30 June 2007
Brandi Carlile lyrics - now go listen to the eponymous album! (2005)
Hold out, I know you feel it getting cold out
Without the blanket for your soul now
Before you know it you'll be frozen
You have to see this through
There's no one here but you
Don't go to sleep and cry because tomorrow
If you let it, it will swallow
You up and none of this will matter
Will matter anymore
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Tracks 2, 4, and 6 are my favorite, but I also like 1 and 3 a lot.
Without the blanket for your soul now
Before you know it you'll be frozen
You have to see this through
There's no one here but you
Don't go to sleep and cry because tomorrow
If you let it, it will swallow
You up and none of this will matter
Will matter anymore
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Tracks 2, 4, and 6 are my favorite, but I also like 1 and 3 a lot.
28 June 2007
Assaying Religion, People, Metal
A very brave woman on Al-Jazeera, "discussing" Islam. Watch this before the link is disabled.
http://switch3.castup.net/cunet/gm.asp?ai=214&ar=1050wmv&ak=null
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From Die Tageszeitung 28.06.2007, as posted on signandsight.com:
Filmmaker Werner Herzog, to whom the Munich Film Festival is currently dedicating a retrospective, talks in an interview about the quality he looks for an actor: "It's really only when someone is under extreme pressure, because for example they have to fight for their life, that you recognise what they're made of. It's similar with materials that physicists analyse. You have to expose a metal alloy to extreme pressure and extreme heat to find out about its composition. The same's true of people who're put to the test. Just like an ore that's assayed and refined in the forge."
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Quote of the day:
Sarah: I'll be an old maid before you.
Me: How is that possible? I'm 6 months older.
http://switch3.castup.net/cunet/gm.asp?ai=214&ar=1050wmv&ak=null
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From Die Tageszeitung 28.06.2007, as posted on signandsight.com:
Filmmaker Werner Herzog, to whom the Munich Film Festival is currently dedicating a retrospective, talks in an interview about the quality he looks for an actor: "It's really only when someone is under extreme pressure, because for example they have to fight for their life, that you recognise what they're made of. It's similar with materials that physicists analyse. You have to expose a metal alloy to extreme pressure and extreme heat to find out about its composition. The same's true of people who're put to the test. Just like an ore that's assayed and refined in the forge."
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Quote of the day:
Sarah: I'll be an old maid before you.
Me: How is that possible? I'm 6 months older.
26 June 2007
Dear...
I hope you enjoy the:
1. sunshine while it lasts
2. bike riding
3. brown-bagged lunch
4. library browsing
5. frantic reading
because life could be a whole lot worse, and someday you might look back and think "Those FU Berlin days weren't really so bad - kind of relaxing, idyllic" in the split second before your pregnant 15-year-old daughter starts screaming about the empty refrigerator, your 7-year-old boy throws the remote control at the TV, missing and smashing a hole through the living room window, and your second ex-wife's new boyfriend, who is over to collect the 3-year-old, crashes, in his drunken stupor, into the glass case containing your mother's precious porcelain dishes handed down four generations, and just as the shelves start tipping, a cascade of painted white bone china like a mountain avalanche, your 3-year-old, momentarily dropped by the startled ex-wife's boyfriend, projectile vomits all over the newly polished hardwood floors, and as this cacophony is turning you into a Moses Herzog figure, a cocktail of paralyzing self-pity and enraged insanity, you glance out the window to see your ex-wife impatiently glaring at you from the passenger seat of the shiny blue Mustang parked in your shabby driveway, and you jolt into action, run to the door, and shout, "How dare you let this RAVING DRUNK MADMAN drive with little Bobby in the back seat!"
This is why all of you, dear readers, would be lucky to maintain email communication with me: I'm known to send wishes, possible predictions, and very long sentences at 10 in the morning, to unsuspecting homo sapiens.
1. sunshine while it lasts
2. bike riding
3. brown-bagged lunch
4. library browsing
5. frantic reading
because life could be a whole lot worse, and someday you might look back and think "Those FU Berlin days weren't really so bad - kind of relaxing, idyllic" in the split second before your pregnant 15-year-old daughter starts screaming about the empty refrigerator, your 7-year-old boy throws the remote control at the TV, missing and smashing a hole through the living room window, and your second ex-wife's new boyfriend, who is over to collect the 3-year-old, crashes, in his drunken stupor, into the glass case containing your mother's precious porcelain dishes handed down four generations, and just as the shelves start tipping, a cascade of painted white bone china like a mountain avalanche, your 3-year-old, momentarily dropped by the startled ex-wife's boyfriend, projectile vomits all over the newly polished hardwood floors, and as this cacophony is turning you into a Moses Herzog figure, a cocktail of paralyzing self-pity and enraged insanity, you glance out the window to see your ex-wife impatiently glaring at you from the passenger seat of the shiny blue Mustang parked in your shabby driveway, and you jolt into action, run to the door, and shout, "How dare you let this RAVING DRUNK MADMAN drive with little Bobby in the back seat!"
This is why all of you, dear readers, would be lucky to maintain email communication with me: I'm known to send wishes, possible predictions, and very long sentences at 10 in the morning, to unsuspecting homo sapiens.
22 June 2007
Moments That Expose My Apathy and Laziness
This man utterly puts me and my aspirations to shame. Some people are unbelievable.
3quarksdaily.blogs.com/3quarksdaily/2007/06/getting-better-.html
www.gawande.com/bio.htm
Writes a friend in response: "Yes, you should be utterly ashamed of your pathetic, inactive, lethargic, useless, careless, spiritless existence."
I know, I know.
3quarksdaily.blogs.com/3quarksdaily/2007/06/getting-better-.html
www.gawande.com/bio.htm
Writes a friend in response: "Yes, you should be utterly ashamed of your pathetic, inactive, lethargic, useless, careless, spiritless existence."
I know, I know.
21 June 2007
One of the Worst
Today was a really bad day.
A really really bad day.
I want to go home. Where is home?
A really really bad day.
I want to go home. Where is home?
18 June 2007
The Piano Problem
There's only one solution: record record record. Otherwise, I'll sound bad forever.
Today's count:
--Prelude: 11
--Fugue: 6
Today's count:
--Prelude: 11
--Fugue: 6
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