Okey, this will be my last blog this week, cos I’m bound for Prague! A week­end away from all the tedium here in Munich (ignore my last few blogs, I assure we weren’t hav­ing any form of fun…) and bet­ter yet, some­thing to recharge my bat­ter­ies, which truly needs a bit of a leg …

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I look at this photo of Mariah Carey from last year, when she had her break­down. She looked so vul­ner­a­ble, crammed into her limo, the utter anguish on her face and her hands crossed against the tabloid onslaught. Or was she hold­ing them up in frail prayer? A sparkling belt buckle across her belly screams …

This is for a dear friend who lost a job recently.
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Open the door.

Walk new roads. Don’t take a taxi. They always cost too much and con­ver­sa­tions with some­one who recy­cles his or her tales to every pas­sen­ger will bore you. There’s a leaf on the ground. Step on it. It should crunch beau­ti­fully. There’s a …

It’s always fas­ci­nat­ing see­ing Michael using Ger­man in pub­lic.
Last night, we hap­pened to be din­ing at Pizza Hut (“The Amer­i­can Way of Pizza”, which is hilar­i­ous because we had two Ital­ians with us) so every other sen­tence of his was pep­pered with stuff like “All You Can Eat!” and “Eat It Crust First!” He had …

Gewohnte ver­hält­nisse?
That’s what’s star­ing back at me as I open the Tan­gram 2A Kurs­buch & Arbeits­buch I bor­rowed from Manuel. My trans­la­tor inter­prets it as “Used Con­di­tions”, which may be a bit off. First day of my Basic Ger­man class, Level 3. I’m of course skip­ping a level, being the ass that I am, and …