lift part one
I think I maybe broke my camera. no that's not true but maybe the memory card is done. when it was connected to the computer I opened the disk utility thing and sort of, er, erased the camera hard disk thingy. anyway, when I turn it on now it says 'don't format' but won't take any pictures and the only thing I can do is format the card. But I'm afraid to. anyway, big news for the big world out there, huh?
Oh also I tried to open a bottle of wine last night with a normal cork screw...you know the kind that's just a screw attached to a wooden handle. Yeah. No way that sucker's coming out no matter how hard I pull. Oh the mysteries of living alone. I haven't seen my roommate in two days, we just miss each other by sleeping and working.
Finally found a really great internet cafe. It's down a little leafy pretty street off the main drag in 'the quarter' and there's hardly anything on the walls, big, empy, good music? you know the type. From the outside I didn't even realize there was anything there, except that the address was right.
Other tidbits...
I read a funny article about bikes in a german magazine. I must quote:
The following are a list of costs owed to the police for each kind of ticket:
riding with another person on either the front or back axel: 5 euro
two people riding alongside each other: 15 euro
riding without functioning light, brakes, etc: 15 euro
talking on the phone while riding a bike: 25 euro
riding drunken: they'll take away your driver's licence.
uh-huh.
plus the magazine had a nice section on the dangers of bicycle riding on men. A new italian/american study proves that 5% of hobby-bike-riders develop impotence, which they can never, ever be rid of. Urologist Irwin Goldstein warns: There are two types of male bikeriders. Those who are impotent and those who will become so. Watch out stallions!!
But what is this for news anyway?? Carleton, this may become indeed harder than I thought.
Work is still pretty awkward for me somehow. too shy to show myself as myself 'auf deutsch'. plus there's so little for me to do that it feels sort of silly.
I got my aufenthalterlaubnis. That's my permit to live and work here as a foreigner. It was ridiculous how they let things fly - not having the right health insurance information, not waiting to do a background check. That american passport will sure pave the way in this world. We are the fortunate ones.
I'm starting to see my timeframe more realistically I think. It's really not unending. Just this thing I'm doing for awhile. I'm currently drinking my first Beck's in the grand city it was brewed in. Did you all know that Beck's comes from Bremen?
Oh also I tried to open a bottle of wine last night with a normal cork screw...you know the kind that's just a screw attached to a wooden handle. Yeah. No way that sucker's coming out no matter how hard I pull. Oh the mysteries of living alone. I haven't seen my roommate in two days, we just miss each other by sleeping and working.
Finally found a really great internet cafe. It's down a little leafy pretty street off the main drag in 'the quarter' and there's hardly anything on the walls, big, empy, good music? you know the type. From the outside I didn't even realize there was anything there, except that the address was right.
Other tidbits...
I read a funny article about bikes in a german magazine. I must quote:
The following are a list of costs owed to the police for each kind of ticket:
riding with another person on either the front or back axel: 5 euro
two people riding alongside each other: 15 euro
riding without functioning light, brakes, etc: 15 euro
talking on the phone while riding a bike: 25 euro
riding drunken: they'll take away your driver's licence.
uh-huh.
plus the magazine had a nice section on the dangers of bicycle riding on men. A new italian/american study proves that 5% of hobby-bike-riders develop impotence, which they can never, ever be rid of. Urologist Irwin Goldstein warns: There are two types of male bikeriders. Those who are impotent and those who will become so. Watch out stallions!!
But what is this for news anyway?? Carleton, this may become indeed harder than I thought.
Work is still pretty awkward for me somehow. too shy to show myself as myself 'auf deutsch'. plus there's so little for me to do that it feels sort of silly.
I got my aufenthalterlaubnis. That's my permit to live and work here as a foreigner. It was ridiculous how they let things fly - not having the right health insurance information, not waiting to do a background check. That american passport will sure pave the way in this world. We are the fortunate ones.
I'm starting to see my timeframe more realistically I think. It's really not unending. Just this thing I'm doing for awhile. I'm currently drinking my first Beck's in the grand city it was brewed in. Did you all know that Beck's comes from Bremen?
posted by greta at 19:05
2 Comments:
I would hate to be penalized for having a joyuous bike ride alongside my good friend and laughing.
thats awful.
-Neil
I did not know becks originated in bremen.
*sehr interessant*
So really though..
Are you digging it?
Your so cooool..
Aron
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