doggyrun11pt6km

frohes Neues Jahr and all that jazz. Just a quickie to seal the deal on my commitment I wrote in the ‘ol Moleskin (not to be confused with that jacked up spot on your back). You may have noticed change is already coming round. And it’s high time. This is the year I, you, we Read More →

ChristmasStoryonTBS

Oh December! In earlier chapters of my life this month nearly killed me – quite literally – on so many occasions that I became physically sick with dread of its arrival every year. These days I’m just a kid sickeningly giddy from sugar overload, too infatuated with the rituals I love – Adventskalender, hot cocoa Read More →

Google Doodle - St Martinstag

If a power outage happens this week, I’m totally prepared. Why? Because we’re up to our eyeballs in Sankt Martinstag fests and have made enough colourful and bizarrely malformed lanterns to put Burning Man to shame. What? You missed that 11 November was Martinstag? Didn’t you see the special Google Doodle? WARNING: here comes an Read More →

birthday

When it comes to birthdays, I think most people generally fall into one of two camps. You either a) revel in the glorious celebratory commendations showered upon you by everyone you know or b) hide in the closet in a vain and ironic effort to forget how much time you’ve wasted in your life to Read More →

bigpunsorbigguns2

I just learned the real lyrics to that Big Pun song and briefly thought I should reevaluate the post title, given they are pretty much counter to what I’m trying to say. If I went that route, this post would sit in my drafts folder like the Hanseatic Hamburg and World’s 10 Best Burrito joints Read More →

Nietzsche Paraphrased

Every day is its own journey. Each morning I wake up, I can choose to head further down the same path, or take a new direction. My appreciation of this is largely the mechanism responsible for how I came to live this expat life. It’s not to say I don’t forget sometimes, weighed down by Read More →

Schneeglöckchen

When I announced to a group of friends my plan to move to a small university town in Germany in the midst of winter 2011, my Swiss friend gravely informed me “German winters are gray and dark and terrible.” Clearly she was skeptical my years on the sunny central coast of California, and hot, hot Read More →