I feel wonderful – just had a long, hot shower. I glow. I rule. Hee. This after coming home from Alex’s birthday. Alex’s from Hong Kong, and gathering by the people I’ve met tonight, my being Cantonese has a lot to do with the invitation. Seriously. Anyway, the dinner was at this Chinese restaurant at …

Morning now. Snowing outside. Heavy, flecks battling each other. Fury rains down like hammers. Elliot Smith in the kitchen. Eating cold toast with apricot marmale and sunflower margerine. Took a picture of my white garden (was that way already when I woke up an hour earlier). Today will be a quiet day. Yesterdays since Monday …

Finally met my apartmentmates (and on a day I’m avoiding all contact too). First one I met was Josef, whom I did meet earlier, but never had much chance to talk to till now. Let’s see: he loves snowboarding, has a cold (he tells me it comes every winter; I wonder if the snowboarding has …

The feeling is amazing – finally moving moving into my room, my permanent room, here in crazy-real-estate Munich. I felt euphoric as I walk the lanes of this suburban hidey-hole, the crust of snow covering the pine trees and the cars and just about everything else. But, for some reason or another, I have no …

Did you know it takes only three changes of night buses from Ostbahnhof to get back to accursed Haus International, and if you miss the last one due to utter stupidity (as I did, fifteen minutes earlier), you can walk the rest of the way? Of course there is a reason I know this. Spent …