…and the living is easy… This photo isn’t from the summertime, but I’m sitting here imagining living closer to old friends like Marin in the photo or so many other friends from high school. Or in this case as far back as middle school. Marin and I met while riding the bus to Lanier Middle… Continue reading Summertime…
Tag: Munich
Curating for @I_amGermany and reminded why I used to enjoy twitter
Quite a week here in Munich. The Oktoberfest is waiting impatiently at the gates like heathen hordes. The skeptical and easily spooked locals are sure terrible things are going to happen at this year’s Biggest Beer Festival in the World. All the while, I’ve been curating the @I_amGermany account over on twitter. I don’t talk… Continue reading Curating for @I_amGermany and reminded why I used to enjoy twitter
August all to ourselves
Many European cities are empty for the entire month of August. Well, not empty exactly, because there are still plenty of tourists. Yet the locals are gone. None of this is new, by the way. Parisians are notorious for abandoning the City of Light and make a mass exodus to the Côte d’Azur and… Continue reading August all to ourselves
try to encapsulate the Camino in a few short moments of chit chat
Not sure where I heard it, but it’s been said that you have a short window of opportunity in which people want to hear about your holidays. After ‘How was your break? You were in Spain weren’t you?‘, there’s a few moments where you can share generally, before the conversation moves on to what’s been… Continue reading try to encapsulate the Camino in a few short moments of chit chat
Holding on to a moment
It snowed here a week or so back. In April. It happens. This isn’t Vermont. Or Norway. But it snows here in April. Sometimes. I found myself humming Prince‘s ‘Sometimes it snows in April‘ and considered writing in great detail about how much I adored that song, but on the one hand I had… Continue reading Holding on to a moment
A dropped phone can’t slow me down, well not for long
Recently came across the term ‘nomophobia‘ and it couldn’t have entered my vocabulary at a more opportune moment. That feeling when you’ve made it out the door, but something just isn’t quite right. You know you must’ve forgotten something, yet you just can’t put your finger on it. Then suddenly you realise, ‘Where’s my… Continue reading A dropped phone can’t slow me down, well not for long
Missives from this corner of Old Europe
For quite some time, I’ve intended to change the tagline on this personal blog. I’m not certain how long it’s been, but it might’ve been from back when I started that if you clicked on my site, you’d see: ‘pay no attention to the man behind the curtain’ It was an allusion to the Wizard… Continue reading Missives from this corner of Old Europe
Hey ladies: you want to take your relationship to the next level? Have I got a deal for you…
For the second time in the last six months or so one of my Mitbewohner (flatmates) has decided to go shack up with his girlfriend. Move in with his beloved, in other words. All’s well. I wish each of them the best and wonder who’s going to move in next. Then I strike on a… Continue reading Hey ladies: you want to take your relationship to the next level? Have I got a deal for you…
Our Lady in the glimmering sunlight
Above is a photo I took only several days ago. It’s ok. I know it’s a decent shot. However, as much as I like it, it reminds me so vividly of one I didn’t get. It was years ago. Perhaps even in the first few years I’d lived in Munich. If I had a… Continue reading Our Lady in the glimmering sunlight
Sylvester spoil sport – get those damned fireworks away from me
New Year’s Eve in Munich is awful. I like almost every aspect of living here, but there are a few things I simply cannot tolerate. What the locals call Sylvester is one of those things. I loath it. A lot. More than a lot, if that were possible. A whole lot. It really comes down… Continue reading Sylvester spoil sport – get those damned fireworks away from me