houseguests can be good. especially when everybody can laugh together and shop together and when everybody likes "bowl coffees," which are basically cafe au laits in gigantic bowls that after drinking one you reflect on exactly when in your life you have drunk such a big milky delicious coffee...had ted and my sister staying with me while my ( Read more... )

the golden pudel is a tiny bar on st.pauli hafenstrasse that faces the harbour. it is covered in graffiti, posters, drawings, and random boards nailed across random walls and it is usually open during insane hours when nothing else is open and is often rockin' with a weird scene of people inside and outside drinking beer on the rotten wooden picnic ( Read more... )

here's to frozen french fries, bourbon bourbon bourbon, meeting (dare i say briefly chilling with) pete doherty, seeing a wild ferret on the reeperbahn, ariel pink playing at the golden pudel tomorrow, my last week of work, vanilla scented candles, and secret sweeeeeeeeeeeet surprises...

nika and i had our own demo on may first on our balcony. she painted an old bedsheet so it said, in red and green letters, BRING DA MUTHAFUCKN RUCKUS. this we hung off the balcony until the old ladies in our apartment complex kept coming by and complaining to us as we sat on the balcony drinking beer and laughing at them (we are mean, but they are ( Read more... )

nika and i have been cohabiting for i guess a month now. this involves lots of green olives, watching helge schneider movies, random bottles of sekt at inappropriate times, tomato and bocconcini salad breakfasts, and of course, the HERR HELLMUND OBSESSION. our balcony has become the living room as spring slowly washes over hamburg, and we are out ( Read more... )

i celebrated easter by seeing black dice at the squat on the river. it was the second time i have seen them play, and they blew my mind once again. i LOVE them! their set this time was less fuzz-distortion and squawks, and more swooning tribal click-bleeps and of course a bass so bad that the crowd was just silently pulsing...the night proceeded in ( Read more... )

last night i went alone to see alban berg´s "wozzeck," which is basically the most fucked up opera of all time, based on one of the most fucked up plays of all time called "woyzeck" by georg büchner, which was made into another fucked up movie by herzog starring klaus kinski in the late 70s ( Read more... )

in the pouring rain today nika and i took six "kisten" (crates) of empty beer bottles to the toom markt to get some money for a new kiste of beer. each crate contained 30 empty bottles, and so this means we strolled down max-brauer-allee in totally inappropriate clothing, me armed with my stolen shopping cart from aldi that held three kisten ( Read more... )

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the hausmeister of my building is named herr hellmund. he is tall, muscled, wears neat (as in tidy) button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wears a tool belt full of practical jangling tools, has frizzy greying hair, stinks like schnapps and has the sad broken blood vesseled nose of most german alcoholics. he freaks the shit ( Read more... )