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Pre-Christmas Magic |
22/12/2009, 22:56:26 |
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location: U3
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Olympia-Einkaufszentrum
- Oh my, scaryyyyy!
- A bit like a rollercoaster.
- Ghost train! Ghost train! Whoah, ouch, I'm being murdered by a ghost!
- Uhhhhhhhhh-huhhhhhhhh... Hui-buuuuuhhhhhhhh! (3 teenage girls, effortlessly managing the art of simultaneously screaming, giggling and talking)
- This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. (The girl next to me, beaming.)
- Just imagine, I'll be in here all the way to Implerstraße. So cool. (Her boyfriend, equally fascinated.)
- Why don't they have a carriage like this on every train? It's wonderful. Magical. (Middle-aged woman across the corridor.)
Affirmative male laughter from the left.
Petuelring
I should be getting out here, but I won't. This is too unique to miss.
Scheidplatz
- Driver speaking, what is your emergency?
- Platform Security speaking, the lights in carriage 1234 are off, there are passengers sitting in the dark.
The collective protest groan of total strangers drowned out the driver's reply, but the spoilsport security guy who had spotted us from the platform shrugged and left the train again. And off we went back into a tunnel of near-total darkness, with just hints of light twinkling in from adjacent or passing carriages.
Best Underground experience I've ever had.
Happy holidays everybody! |
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Talk about Gratitude |
09/09/2009, 12:19:34 |
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location: Home
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The last time I had a very noticeable bruise on my body, I was 18, and my black and blue left arm stemmed from a very heroic act. (Read: from my GP being extremely bad with the needle when I gave a tiny blood sample to get on the bone marrow donor register.)
Since this morning, I have a very noticeable bruise again. The heroic act this time: I walked through my living room. Past a potted plant I had lovingly grown from seed.
The next thing I remember is my knee slamming into the parquet floor, followed by my chin a millisecond later, then the plant landing on my legs, with its tendrils still wrapped around my right foot.
Result: my right knee feels weird, my head does, too, the left side of my chin is blue and about 2 cms bigger than the right side, and the plant is back on the windowsill... I swear I can see it smirking at me.
Dilemma: is it ethically justifiable to kill a suicide bomber plant? |
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Plug |
09/06/2009, 22:20:23 |
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location: Munich
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I should just pull it. One click to delete the database, another click to delete the files. This site is just so hopelessly out of date. Designwise, contentwise, and hey, who is still blogging these days anyway? In the days of Web 2.x, I feel challenged enough with the task of coming up with a new Facebook status message now and then.
Also, photography has become the new writing. No, that's not the outdated media scientist inside me talking, that's just my personal experience. My Sony Alpha 300 is today's vehicle of choice for the world through my eyes.
Also, I've stopped thinking in English ages ago, so translating my thoughts just to write them down seems silly.
Maybe I've stopped thinking ages ago.
Maybe I just got fed up with being a moaner. Nah, not really.
And it's not as if a lot had changed over the past half year. I'm still single, unlovable, asexual; I still travel to see Morrissey -off to Berlin tomorrow morning-, although nowadays, it's more of a nice distraction than a pilgrimage. I still travel to Iceland -off there in three weeks- although nowadays, it makes me feel like a... well... Ásgeir.
Sorry, this was officially the worst pun I ever made. It's not even a pun. Ásgeir = Icelandic name. Percepted as somewhat bizarre in German because we have the word "Aasgeier", which means vulture.) So, pun-attempt-free: I don't like being perceived as a tourist who travels somewhere to benefit from a country's economical crisis. (I was rather pleased about the weak Pound when I ordered my knickers from M&S yesterday though. The fact that these bastards charge 10 quid for delivery to Germany helped. The fact that Gordon Brown played a large part in sinking Iceland helped, too.)
To be honest, I have a weird reason for starting blogging again today. As mentioned earlier, I'll be flying to Berlin tomorrow morning, and I've felt a bit weird about this flight lately. I'm not scared of flying, I enjoy it, I'm sure I'm not psychic, but I'm ever so slightly apprehensive this time. Also, there is an item on the news today about a hightened state of alert at Munich airport because of an unspecified threat to German air traffic. It made me laugh, of course it did, typical, I've been there, I've crossed London on foot to get a flight on the day they closed down the Tube because some idiots felt like reinacting the London Bombings.
It's just that the litte drama queen inside me would love to get her 30 seconds of fame for having anticipated the disaster in her blog. So just in case my flight makes headlines tomorrow - would somebody please be kind enough to direct the international media to this blog.
Hey, and I just noticed: once one starts blogging again, it's kind of fun. So if I don't get famous for predicting another Munich Air Disaster, I might be back after all.
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In the light of current events |
08/10/2008, 12:38:24 |
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location: München
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I just moved the money I had in (the German version of) an Icelandic bank back to potentially safer shores.
I now know how a vampire feels when sucking the last drops of blood out of the dying body of his long-term lover.
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Ich bin sowas von out! |
04/03/2008, 23:05:13 |
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location: In front of that closet, blinking at the light
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Gedächtnisprotokoll
- Und wen wählst du morgen?
- So quer durch die Listen. Meine Freundin N. kandidiert für den Stadtrat, also wird sie natürlich gewählt.
- Bei welcher Partei denn?
- Rosa Liste.
- Rosa Liste, das sind nicht die grauen Panther, oder? (Satz der Woche)
- Das ist die schwul-lesbische Wählerinitiative.
- Ach, ist deine Freundin auch so eine schwule Lesbe oder sowas?
- Die ist auch so eine "sowas", ja.
- Ich will ja gar nicht weiterfragen, aber bist du auch so eine schwule Lesbe?
- In letzter Zeit werde ich mir immer klarer darüber, daß ich das wohl bin, ja.
- (spontan) Ach du Schande. (Sofortzügelung) Nein, also, das ist nur so eine Redewendung. Naja, bei euch in der Großstadt...
- Richtig, wir Großstädter sind ja alle pervers.
Gelächter. Fadeout to gossip about neighbours. No tears, no shouting, no fire, no brimstone, no "what did we do wrong", no "but what about grandchildren", absolutely nothing at all.
Nothing but giggles, of all things.
Either she didn't get it after all, or she's even better at instant repressing than my ex, or (can it be?) my mother is way cooler than I thought. |
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