At the end, regret only what you didn't do
Charlie Rose upon answering what is his motto
(...which is the same as expressed by Mark Twain on the front of this web log!)
Friday, July 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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It's getting so hot around here that I just might go native like the "natural" Germans and join the FKK (Frei Koerper Kultur, "Free Body Culture")...only I'd be the only one wearing a hip, form fitting birthday suit.
Everyone else would be sporting the pale saggy look: saggy legs, saggy ass, saggy tummy, saggy titties.
Ugh!
Monday, July 12, 2010
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There is something going on with U.S. passports and the American State Dept. Supposedly state-of-the-art and foolproof and secure I certainly encounter more than a few hiccups or long waits whenever crossing the U.S. border. Whatever information is encrypted is beyond me. On one travel it gives pause to the border pigs yet on another it registers something else or, miraculously, nothing at all.
I'm not the only one with passport headaches. A NY woman is repeatedly hassled whenever crossing into -- surprise, surprise -- Canada and -- oh wow surprise! -- back again. Her's is a frustrating case of mistaken identity which the govts can't get their asses around to correcting. As if it is so improbable that two human beings can share names, birth dates, and even skin color; only this poor woman is too often mistaken for, apparently, a black man. Now I read the Iroquois are having their sovereign nation travel limited less they comply and get American passports. The country is warning they won't be allowed back in without a U.S. passport and other countries are weary of issuing visas to them if they can't return home.
What the hell are Obama and Hillary Clinton doing?
I'm so glad I'm in Europe.
There is something going on with U.S. passports and the American State Dept. Supposedly state-of-the-art and foolproof and secure I certainly encounter more than a few hiccups or long waits whenever crossing the U.S. border. Whatever information is encrypted is beyond me. On one travel it gives pause to the border pigs yet on another it registers something else or, miraculously, nothing at all.
I'm not the only one with passport headaches. A NY woman is repeatedly hassled whenever crossing into -- surprise, surprise -- Canada and -- oh wow surprise! -- back again. Her's is a frustrating case of mistaken identity which the govts can't get their asses around to correcting. As if it is so improbable that two human beings can share names, birth dates, and even skin color; only this poor woman is too often mistaken for, apparently, a black man. Now I read the Iroquois are having their sovereign nation travel limited less they comply and get American passports. The country is warning they won't be allowed back in without a U.S. passport and other countries are weary of issuing visas to them if they can't return home.
What the hell are Obama and Hillary Clinton doing?
I'm so glad I'm in Europe.
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So today, after a week of hostels, I moved into a shared apartment. It's a nice, big apartment, or flat as they say in these parts, and I'll play it one week at a time. Plus, the subletters don't seem to be anything like Pearl the landlord.
The second thing I did once I got here was to empty my backpack and hang my shirts (followed by laundry). I swear I don't have a lot of stuff but my two pieces of luggage just won't let up! They stay heavy...like a fat person who can't lose weight. Satis! I don't care how important to me such-and-such was before, before week's end a handsome load of stuff is not getting repacked. Like a travelling Macbeth I cry, Out, out, out damn crap!
So today, after a week of hostels, I moved into a shared apartment. It's a nice, big apartment, or flat as they say in these parts, and I'll play it one week at a time. Plus, the subletters don't seem to be anything like Pearl the landlord.
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Hot damn! They caught him. The Barefoot Bandit, Colton Harris-Moore, was taken in by Bahamanian authorities after a boat chase on early Sunday morning. With a string of heists stretching from Washington state to the Caribe it should go without saying that plenty of people and businessmen want a piece of his pink, tender hide. But I wished he'd gotten away. I like him.
Yeah he's a nineteen-year old adventurous fugitive.... Beats knocking a girl up or working part-time in the supermarket stockroom.
Hot damn! They caught him. The Barefoot Bandit, Colton Harris-Moore, was taken in by Bahamanian authorities after a boat chase on early Sunday morning. With a string of heists stretching from Washington state to the Caribe it should go without saying that plenty of people and businessmen want a piece of his pink, tender hide. But I wished he'd gotten away. I like him.
Yeah he's a nineteen-year old adventurous fugitive.... Beats knocking a girl up or working part-time in the supermarket stockroom.
Friday, July 9, 2010
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Am apt-hunting and, surprisingly, it is not easy finding an apartment in Berlin. So many of the advertised spaces have spotted vacancies -- a weekend free here, a week or two available there -- due to the nature of tourism...it seems no one rents by the month. Blasted! When I do secure a place I hope my landlord isn't like Pearl here (see video):
Am apt-hunting and, surprisingly, it is not easy finding an apartment in Berlin. So many of the advertised spaces have spotted vacancies -- a weekend free here, a week or two available there -- due to the nature of tourism...it seems no one rents by the month. Blasted! When I do secure a place I hope my landlord isn't like Pearl here (see video):
The Landlord from Will Ferrell
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