Monday, July 31, 2006

day 4

We saw a kick ass tango show last night but thank god the folks were here or we would not have been able to afford it!

There ain´t much to add this time, we just happened to be at an internet cafe and wanted to let ya´ll know that we went to the San Telmo flea market yesterday, saw some street tango dancers, visited a church covered in argentine flags as mass was getting out and an italian marching band of old dudes was playing songs and getting people riled up and then had an awesome lunch in a place recommend to us by someone we met at the exhibition the other night. Less than 30 dollars for people to eat like kings and queens and well, other minor nobility. It´s like Assiyeah and I are fattening ourselves up for the winter before the folks go home and we´ll have to start eating food within our budget which is a good pebble or two above rock bottom.

After we did some shopping in which my mom bought a necklace, dad bought some spoons and assiyeah some earrings, it was good to chill out at the place for a bit before the tango show. The best part for me was the gaucho dude who had like a pirate outfit on an italian machismo while spinning these ropes around with hard balls on the end and he made a rhythm from tapping his boots and the balls hitting on the ground. He had those little bastards spinning fast and it reminded me of my black belt test and the nunchucks but that´s another story.

Today we changed some money, had a nice breakfast in the fancy mall again and then bought our tickets to Colonia, Uruguay as a day trip tomorrow before getting in a taxi to Plaza de Mayo to check out the church again and you guessed it, shop. Assiyeah bought a beanie, pop bought a couple of cds including Buena Vista Social Club (it was funny because Assiyeah and I have both had that cd for more than 4 years and my folks are totally into that music for dancing but don´t have much of it at home).

The Evita song in the tango show was filled with that kind of cheesy patriotism that you will NEVER see in Germany, including 4 dudes waving Argentine flags during the end of the song! Classic!

All right, I´m not sure when this internet connection is going to end again so I´ll let you go but I´m going to visit my 27th country tomorrow so that´s always an exciting thing. It´s funny because while some countries on that list I know pretty well like Germany and Canada, others I only saw for a day like Slovakia and now Uruguay...adios!

Sunday, July 30, 2006

day 3

it´s almost 9am, the folks and girlfriend are still sleeping and so I snuck down into the lobby of the hotel to write a bit about the trip to this point...

We arrived at 7.50am and were met by maggie who had been helping me organize my photo exhibition and what was the first thing she told us? Your parents are going to come in 12 hours late! I wasn´t sure I understood her at first because I just wasn´t expecting it but we went with the flow and ended up coming into town alone with the plan of coming back out to the airport at night to get the folks.

The hotel is in a good location, we checked in but couldn´t get into our room because checkout wasn´t for 3 or more hours. My pleas to let us chill out in a dirty room just so we could relax and get our bearings was denied. So we went out walking. The first thing we saw was a small military band playing music to a stage of 50 or so dignitaries and another 50 or so stragglers like us who just happened by. The amazing thing is that we could get right up on the band, meaning we were standing just behind them, so much so that I could get a couple of nice shots with their funny military hats blocking out the morning sun that I hope turn out well.

We continued down to Florida, a big pedestrian shopping street, had a nice breakfast of coffee, orange juice, croissants under a beautiful mural in a fancy shopping mall, bought an Argentine SIM card for the cell phone and after awhile went back to the room to finally put our stuff in. a couple of hours later we were picked up and we walked to the art store to get supplies for the exhibition. They didn´t have everything we needed but promised to send it to the room later and so we left but not before me noticing how friendly the people were and how they tried to make it cheaper for me if possible. Then we ate our first LOMITO, like a thin carne asada steak with a fried egg and various sauces and what not put on liberally by my own manos. We walked back and had a couple more hours before heading out to the airport. The folks came in 13 hours later in the end but just them arriving safely made everything feel perfect.

Day two began with a good breakfast in the hotel and while Assiyeah took the folks to the shopping center again, I went over to the cafe with the exhibition and starting preparing my folks. Or rather, Maggie´s husband Juan did. I don´t know how this happened but he decided to do all of the preparations and I sat and had a coffee with milk and then a tequila with a very strange dude named Alex who spoke a brand of English and Spanish that I couldn´t understand. Unfortunately I could understand his request to have a shot at 12.15pm with him. He flirted with all of the girls there in a way you would never see in germany. A sample conversation:

Do you have a boyfriend, he asked one of the waitresses.
Yes, she said shyly.
He´s a son of a bitch, he answered.

Anyway, I had to leave before the photos were finished because we were scheduled to go on a city tour so we took a taxi back. The tour started an hour later and was bigger meaning more people than I had originally been told but it was a good time. We passed through all the most important neighborhoods and saw a good range of stuff. By the time we were let out by a handicraft fair, we had no energy for shopping but needed to eat so what did we do? We tried to find a reccommended restaurant to eat in but of course it was not open at 6pm. It didn´t open until 7.30pm so we chose another that had some metal saddles outside and some nice cuts of meat that I hoped hadn´t come from whatever was originally under that saddle. We got 3 cuts of meat, rib eye, sirloin and loin, big chunks of meat and each was 11bucks or less. Fantastic.

Back at the room, we had an hour before going to the exhibition. The cafe where it was located was an interesting place to say the least. Under the subtitle of Joker Traveller´s Cafe, the photos looked good on the reddish walls. A total of 13 people were there, including myself but we had a nice time. We were 6 Americans, a German, 2 Canadians, 3 Argentinians, and a South African. We got to try some nice wines and some good conversation. I hope to meet up with some of the folks again while here. The funny thing is our taxi cost 17pesos (less than 6 dollars) going to the exhibition but only 7 pesos (2 bucks and change) going back. The first guy had been nice, even could speak a bit of English because his wife was an interpreter, including for the CIA he said, but somehow it costs more than twice the price of the other taxis, taxis because I had also taken one earlier in the day to get back for the tour. How did that happen? The answer? South America somehow...Maybe in America or Europe(south and eastern europe not included) might drive you around to make the bill larger but I think here the machine was tampered with. The dude also had a police like siren that he used to get people out of his way while he invented a variety of lines on the 10-minute trip.

We got home at 1.30am and somehow I was up at 8.30 this morning. By the way, it´s cold as hell here, probably close to freezing last night on the way home. Poor Assiyeah, she had said she´s ready for a change when we were leaving Germany and it´s 100 degree weather and already she´s unsure how she will survive this cold for 2 months. I guess I´ve got my work cut out for me.

All right, well I guess this is a pretty good first entry and I just want to get it entered on the site before there´s a power outtage or I lose all of it so much love, peace and smiles, and I hope to hear from some of ya´ll soon!

adios!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

In 22 hours

In 22 hours we'll be on a plane from Basel, Switzerland to Paris, France. We're going to have a 3+ hour layout in Paris and then we're on the way to Buenos Aires, the beginning of an 8-week trip that has been in the planning since March of last year. It was an idea and it became my main goal. Now it's time. There are things on my "list of things to do before I go to South America" that I won't get a chance to do. I won't get a chance to officially register my change of address with the proper authorities. I won't be able to change our phone bill to a cheaper tarif, or even if my lufthansa/united miles from a trip in april have been accepted and who knows what else I've forgotten.

I'm so freakin' exhausted from the past week, getting ready to leave, moving, finishing grading tests and everything, seriously, it's been too much and I would definitely plan the timing of things differently but hey, just like life, you only get one time around. There will never be another first trip to south america. There are going to be so many firsts. Like this. This is going to be my first "last post" before south america. How 'bout dat?

I'll try and keep ya'll updated as much as possible, there is going to be a great whirl of energy around us, I hope you enjoy it.

cheers

Monday, July 24, 2006

chaos!

Our dining table is in the middle of our bedroom. We have some backpacks, an extra mattress, some boxes, a vaccuum, a fan and some other crap strewn about. The weekend was an asskicker in the nicest possible terms, 3 days of off and on moving and then 8 hours yesterday painting and we're not finished yet!!! oy vey!

I went to work for a few hours today, did a bit of organzing and packing for the trip and then sent some emails. I thought I could update the ole blog while I was online and soon we're going to make some dinner and then try and paint two ceilings if possible and then I hope to never ever paint anything ever again! It's not likely but a guy can hope, right?

It's another warm day, probably early 90s and it has an end of the world feel to it, not because of the temperature but because of the chaos. We have stuff in our old apartment, we have stuff in our new apartment, we have stuff in both cellars, I still have about 5-8 super important things to do before we go, namely change my address at the "Address Office", yes, that's run by the government, get my invoices finished so I can get paid, get some money for the trip, check on the passport and plane tickets again, teach a few classes, go to a meeting, a going away party (not ours) and all that in the next 72 hours! But hey, I love it! haha

Calgon, take me away...

Remember that ad? It was so hot and intense yesterday that I painted in my boxers and a tanktop, by far the classiest I have looked in ages. I look to my left and on the balcony is an empty box, a very full heavy box, our clean clothes on the clothesline thing, a rubberband ball, a hanger, some matches, a piece of wood, some stuff to clean clothes, a National Geographic from July 1976, a Maxim magazine, our laundry basket. Wait a sec, I see one of Assiyeah's shirts about to fly off the balcony! You can add that to the list!

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Squattin & typin

well, the move is essentially over. At least until October. Then we'll have to hoist a ton of crap (our boxes) up five flights of stairs but all we got left in our room is our mattress, some clothes, a couple of laptops and a box or two more of stuff. I finished grading the tests for the university, we are getting closer and closer. It's hard to believe but in 5+ days we'll be on a plane to Buenos Aires!

I've started writing in a new journal, don't know if I mentioned that already or not. I finished the old but still had 10 days before the trip started and I always need a journal with me. I tell ya, I think I would have been a Renaissance man back in the day. I dig the arts, and getting creative and what you can make, and can other people groove on it or even have a reaction. With photography, writing and music, these expressions are my main outlet in life. I hardly ever play music anymore but mostly because I'm so busy doing other stuff.

The sun is coming through the window and it's hot as hell. It should have rained today but didn't and so now we still have stubborn humidity persisting and I just wanna slap its face and say, beat it! But then again, it'll be cooler in Buenos Aires! In fact, a week from today I have a photo exhibition, that's a crazy thought.

Anyway, I'm on a stool and so is the laptop, hence the name of the entry. I just wanted to let ya'll know that I'm starting to get an idea what this blog thing is for. I might be able to portray a really nice, thick slice of life if I can take seemingly mundane experiences and weave them with larger themes thereby beefing out the niceties of my little life in the middle of Europe. My buddy Tom summed it up best earlier today after we moved some stuff. He said, "Dude, you're probably hating life for the next 4-5 days but then you have two months off man." You know what, I hadn't thought of it like that until he said that. I don't feel like I'm going to have two months off. I feel like I'm going on a two-month adventure that often will be more difficult than going to work. We're going to be on the move every 3-4 days and we'll be passing through 4-5 countries, some of which will have us keeping our wits about us on the lookout for pickpockets and who knows. I plan to take more than 40 rolls of pictures in 55 days. That will give me 1400 photos and I hope to get 40-50 great pictures out of it, even two different themes. I plan to do a South America exhibition next year but what if I could get another exhibition just entitled Portraits or Uyuni Salt Flats. Oh, that's a good idea. What if I could get 25 good pictures from Uyuni, or even Cuzco. The possibilities are numerous.

"So Far Away" by Carole King is playing on my Iriver. I've got over 3300 songs on there now. If the songs are an average of 5 minutes then that is 16,500 minutes. That means I have 11.5 days worth of music without repeats, can you believe that? Now it's a Rich Robinson song. Who knows what is coming next? And that is exactly what I got from Tom today? Who knows what is coming next? Nobody, but I've set myself up to get a damn good view of what is coming and I hope to document the hell out of it, just like this.

see ya soon!

Friday, July 21, 2006

Two concerts in Fall?

If there is one thing that is lacking in my life here in Germany, it's good live music by "mid-sized" bands. It seems that there are either no-name bands coming through Freiburg or it is something like the Backstreet Boys two years ago. The ZMF festival was good but no good bands that got me really excited.

So I've got to travel to see music. I already have been to London and Amsterdam to see the Black Crowes this Spring and now two more concerts have come up and I've gotta travel to get to them again...

The first is Ben Harper. He's playing in Strasbourg about 90 minutes from Freiburg in November. The month before that but I just learned about it this morning is Ryan Adams in Cologne.

We will have come back from South America and then two weeks later I'll be going to Cologne to see that concert. I haven't seen Ryan adams since November 5, 2002. I've had tickets to see him twice since then, once in Cologne in January 2004 and once in Oakland in August 2005 but both got cancelled so I'm hoping to get a show this time around. I have the Ben Harper tickets already (well, actually, they've been bought but I haven't picked them up yet) and as soon as the Ryan Adams tix go on sale, I'm going to buy 4. At least I think I can find 4 people who will go!

All right, we've got one day of the move finished and it was a pretty productive move, all things considered. Today will be making many small trips and dismantling the bed and tomorrow is moving the heavy stuff and then Sunday painting the apartment. I also need to grade 30 tests in this time. Fun fun fun...

It's going to be hot as hell again today...

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

patriotism & animal transports

There were two different arguments in two university classes of mine today. The first class had a presentation on animal transports and somehow it blew up into if animals had feelings and whether fish are animals or not. The second class had a good 20-30 minute row (that's British English for argument, friends) about the recent patriotism by German people and also the definition of "pride". One student said you could only be proud of things that you yourself had done. I personally disagree but it was interesting to see many German students, most of whom six months ago would not have felt this way, arguing that it was all right to have the flag out and that it felt good. This all stemmed from a statement from the current German president that the patriotism showed that "Germany was returning to normal". I more or less just sat there and pushed and prodded a bit but let them have at it. That is pretty easy money, I like it.

We are going to break a law tonight. Actually I'm not sure it's a law but it feels that way. Don't worry, this won't be enough to get me kicked out of the country but we are nearing a breaking point. We sent in a request more than a month ago for the "Special trash" people to come and take away a sofa among other things. See, ya just can't put that out on trash day in Germany, you've got to get an appointment. That's all well and good, and it might even be the same in America but with 9 days left before our trip to South America, we don't have time to wait for the gears of beauracracy to spin enough to come by and pick up our sofa. What happened is when I came home earlier I saw that other people had put out the "special trash" and it gave me the idea that we should just put our sofa and broken sled and old table out there with the other people's stuff and they'd just take it. My roommate thinks that they won't take it because it wasn't "applied for". Of course I scoffed at her but she's probably right. I just have trouble believing that it can all be so convoluted but there ya have it. A day in my life. Again.

Oh, I'm not finished yet. I ate a small pizza from Walfisch, the punk restaurant below my house and watched some of the deleted scenes from Wedding Crashers while eating. I'm starving for English tv and movies, it's funny, I can understand the German and it's okay to watch a movie that way but it's not enjoyable usually, I have to work too hard to get into it.

We watched a Room Raiders on MTV today (if you don't know what that is, get a life! haha) and it was lesbian girls. And it got me thinking. MTV has done more than any other group to "okayize" homosexuality. They have these different kind of dating shows, e.g. Date My Mom, Next, Dismissed and Room Raiders and they have all had gay guys and lesbians. It's fascinating and, most importantly, desensitizing. Now I don't need any desensitizing, mostly because my aunt is gay and because I'm part of the generation that doesn't care about those things as much. When I lived in LA with Amy, she always had gay friends over and so it became "okay" for me to hang with them. The point is, there are many people for whom that is/was/has not been "okay". But now they see that "those" people are just like "us". They have apartments and cars and jobs and smiles and personalities and, well, everything, except they like the same sex. That's more or less the difference. Hell, there are bigger differences between some heterosexuals than there are between some heteros and homosexuals. Oh, you know what I mean. I mean that MTV has brought this into all of our homes and we've gotten to see some secret glimpses into the lives of lesbians and gay guys and I think that that has done more for the desensitization of possible homophobes than anything.

All right, I gotta move a sofa. Don't tell anyone.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

11 days...

I haven't done too much to get ready for the trip. Maya was in the hospital earlier this week and I went over to hang with her and give her some distractions. Gregg came over and we watched some Chapelle and Simpsons. Then we had an ice cream and I came home.

I did get one box packed today and I can do some more tonight but it is difficult not to get the motivation but knowing that it all sort of means nothing because we still have to move all of our furniture AND paint our apartment, and Assiyeah's term paper and it's been so damn hot lately. I swear to god, it's not ungodly but I seem to need to be in front of a fan at all times or have a beer in front of me, wooh, it's tough. There is no air conditioning in this country, they just don't know how to appreciate one of god's greatest creations. As Woody Allen said, "Between god and air conditioning, I'll take air conditioning."

I have to work three days this week and part of that will be sitting in a beer garden with students and taking in the wonderful summer weather. Thursday through Sunday are crunch time to the fourth degree, with moving and painting while grading tests and figuring final grades and making invoices all try to coexist. It's gonna be intense.

There's a lot of shit going on in the world, with Israel retaliating in Lebanon and the US foreign policy is trying to blame damascus and teheran, I just can't figure out what in the hell is going on any more. All I do is keep entertaining people and making them feel good about something a little awkward and I get to run around earth like I'm one of his chosen children but to me, i know i'm just lucky (and I had great parents). But with all of this chaos is the beauty of my oldest friend (by duration of friendship, not age) Amy is pregnant and due soon with her first child. I can feel from Germany that it is this great growing potential that the whole family feels, including of course my mom and ruth, zach's mom. And everyone is excited and our lives are all so great, more or less, meaning that we do not have the sort of problems that plague most of the world, e.g. war, famine, poverty and so on. We aren't sure where to eat or if we should have another beer. Gas might go to 4 dollars/gallon I saw on the news the other night and the guy made it sound as if green men were coming from mars to take our children.

My point is that it ncver ceases to amaze me how much enjoyment and freedom and satisfaction I get out of life without having to work too hard while other people are just trying to survive the night. I don't do anything about it. Yes, I do. I celebrate my luck. I try to make my life as exemplary as possible, knowing that someday all that will be left of me are the experiences I created in some medium.

What trips me out is that I'm on the balcony on a beautiful Sunday evening, and I see my Lebanese neighbor hanging out her laundry to dry. Her husband is from Michigan. We've been neighbors for more than three years. I want to ask her what she thinks about all that's going on. I only ask her if her family is okay. The Israeli ambassador to the U.N. told the Lebanese ambassador in an open forum that he knows that if the Lebanese guy could, he would be sitting next to the Israeli guy, knowing that they were doing the right thing. Talking about Hezbollah or however the hell you spell it. It sounds like Snoop Doggy Dog infilitrated the plizzase. It's all insanity and in the middle of it, to the west a few thousand kilometers I'm sitting pretty, having just been invited to go for a walk with my lady, part of her only free time today away from everything that is in her way.

And that's all it is. We have some stuff in our way. But we have a way. And we're leaving in 11 days one way or another. That facts remains above all else. One way or another we're going. It will be okay. Everything will be all right. Let's all hold hands and stand on the edge of the reality that connnects with what we're not shown. We can handle it if we all stick together and then maybe, once the injustices of the world have been eradicated and the right people punished we can rejoice by knowing that as the world gets smaller and smaller, and life becomes more and more intertwined with perception, we are all still so far away from all that jazz. Damn, I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

I'm a lucky dude, and I try and focus on that and make other people's lives better when I get a chance so they know they're with someone who realizes how fleeting life is and how each day means more than whole years and enjoyment can happen from existence. Breaking it down, ya know what I'm sayin?

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Wilkommen/Welcome

So, I've just a large group email to friends and family about this blog and I wanted to give you guys some inside scoop. I've been working on this blog for about 7 months now. For those of you with an office job, this is good news. That means there is plenty to keep you from working, or at least I hope. Not all of the posts are funny or interesting but it is a great way to get an idea what it is like living in Germany, teaching English and basically enjoying the hell out of life because of a few things:
1)no children (yet)
2)no debt (yet)
3)german people respect holidaymaking as a pasttime
4)you can drink beer in the streets

Pretty much everything in this blog is true except for the things that you either don't believe or don't want to believe. Those things aren't true, mom!

Anyhoo, thanks for coming, I hope that you bookmark this blog and come back and check it because this is where I'll be updating our trip to South America while we're gone instead of bothering you with group emails again. Send me messages, communicate.

Much love to all of you and I hope that our paths cross soon!

cheers
jason


Germany's (and California's) finest in action after the game. I don't know if I'm directing traffic or predicting his future...


The English dudes and the Jaegermeister.


me and whitney, with some English dudes in the background. I showed them Jaegermeister for the first time and...


Hey, it was a weekend, living large as always!


Masha, Gregg, same stranger, Maya and Janet and me. That's 4 nationalities in 5 people, what a melting pot!


Gregg, stranger and Maya and me at Art Cafe during the Germany/Sweden game during the world cup.

A new German sentence

Two days, while at the Foreign Authority, I learned a new sentence. Es hat sich etwas getan. I could make a bit of what it might mean but I did what I normally do in this case: I ask a question with a similar meaning to see if I was right. Ist etwas passiert? I asked. "Has something happened?" His answer was yes, something positive and then I stood up in my chair and said, "What?" And he told me to calm down, to get off his desk and to let the hostage go and so I did. He told me in his (now) endearing dialect that there had been a meeting the previous week at the Foreign Authority and apparently all people who already had a specific status in Germany shall be able to remain in Germany.

I rubbed my greedy little fingers together, waiting to get my mitts on that little elusive f*cker. The case worker stood up and left the room. Had I accidentally touched him in an inappropriate place? Did I fart? He came back a moment later as I was using some Nigerian guy's file to swirl the wind around. Hello, I said guiltily, and?

There is nothing written officially, he told me, which means that everything is going to be all right but that I cannot get the official two-year extension until something is received in writing. Will that come by the end of the month, I asked? He looked doubtful, actually doing the beauracratica math in his head: somebody's gotta type it, put it in an envelope, a stamp, postal service, it has to be opened and then another letter has to be written to me, enveloped and mailed. Doubtful. Okay, no prob, mr. cool california led on, I can wait as long as you can.

He gave me another 90-day extension that will end in October instead of when I will be in Peru. That was my main purpose of the visit. I had succeeded. I had had a successful experience at the Foreign Authority. My last experience had also been successful in some ways. Perhaps they were turning the corner, maybe they were falling in love with me. I'll have to check the next time I go in there and oh yeah, I will be going in there again. yeah...

Monday, July 10, 2006

it's crunch time

17 days from now we will be on a plane to Paris which, a few hours later, will bring us to Buenos Aires. There is still a shitload to do before that and the excitment is having trouble manifesting itself as such. Today I made two copies of the key for our new apartment, a whopping 13euro for two keys, then I made some copies of the internet research I've been doing for South America for the past 6-8 months, then I went to work. After I got back around 6pm, I went and bought the toiletries I need for the trip, and I bought 36 rolls of film. I already had 7 rolls so 43 rolls for 55 days and I can always buy more, right?

I'm now ripping cds into my harddrive because I am now the proud over of an Iriver. It's like an Ipod but different (read: cheaper). It's got 20G which didn't mean a lot to me but I already have 1200 songs on there and it's only a quarter of the available memory. I'm currently ripping Peter Tosh's "Legalize It". This is going to be my music machine while in South America. I also hope to put about 100 photos on there as well, of friends and family to show people we meet.

I'm still trying to figure out what souvenirs to bring to South America. I want to buy 55 of something so that I can pass one out per day and get to know that person a bit, get their photo. It might even make a nice book afterwards. I'm going to start gearing this blog for the trip. I'm not totally sure what that but I hope to give a nice, long update every week from the road. I think starting this weekend, or rather Thursday (no wait, my weekend does start on Thursday!), I'll start a weekly article/update/blog about the trip, whether it be about preparations, things I'm bringing or just anything that comes up.

I also emailed all of my employers (9 at present count) of my new address. Yep, we're moving, it's official! It's one of the shortest moves in the history of moving, about 50meters away just around the corner but in a way it's longer than other moves because normally it goes from the room to the truck to the room and this way we have to walk these things across the street. But I finished grading the tests for one of my jobs and I'll be sending that invoice in this week. It feels good that things are winding down, they have to, because so much other stuff is winding up and making me feel like every single moment I should be doing something. Actually, I have this feeling often anyway. It's difficult for me to just sit and chill out for hours. No, scratch that. I can do it if it's going to be for hours but for like 30 minutes or an hour, it's hard for me to chill because there is so much I could be doing. Here is a list of important things that I never do:

*practice my photography, taking pictures around town, experimenting with light and the lens
*working on "A Humorous Guide to Leaving the Country"
*working on "Selling to the Norwegians"
*improving my German and Spanish

Isn't that enough? My desk is a huge mess right now and I don't even want to think about it. All of this shit will be in another building in two weeks and it's hard to imagine it. I wonder what our last night will be like. Will we sleep here on a sheet or will we crash across the street in the living room of our new flat. Uh, I mean, apartment. You see what Germany is doing to me? I've started saying "flat" for apartment. Oy vey...

Thursday, July 06, 2006

today is my mom's birthday

happy birthday mom!