I hate writing literary analysis papers in German.  I know all the vocabulary in English, I know how to express myself in an academic manner, I know how to explain the ways in which the synecdoche used by the main character highlights his obsessive tendencies and how that relates to the other story in which the main character creates a very similar ( Read more... )

Also I spent the first full day in Dublin not realizing it was in a different time zone than Germany.

This morning, I was in Dublin.  Let me tell you, if I ever run away to Europe, it'll probably be to Ireland.  The moment we dropped below cloud cover over Ireland, all I could see all around the plane were green fields and perfect white clouds.  And then, I walked into the airport, and discovered that everything is in English and GAELIC.  I found a ( Read more... )

Dublin Dublin Dublin.  Book of Kells, Guinness Brewery, James Joyce.  Ireland, Ireland, Ireland.  SO EXCITED ( Read more... )

Today I filmed a movie.  In Berlin.  Starring my friends.  Featuring a chase scene from Friedrichstrasse to Hackescher Markt and ending with some ice cream at Alexanderplatz in front of the Fernsehturm ( Read more... )

I got the best compliment today.  Normally, I'd find sharing this a little weird, but it was funny ( Read more... )

I have accepted the fact that I will probably need a new laptop or computer after I graduate next year.  I'll need something with all sorts of Office and Photoshop software and capabilities.  As such, I have been browsing computers.  I still cannot bring myself to want a Mac.  Though the Dell I designed only cost $2,737.  Not too bad, when I ( Read more... )

I really like this country sometimes, particularly this city.  Today was the Fete de la Musique, so I wandered around my neighborhood with a borrowed 35 mm film camera and took pictures while listening to some good open air concerts.  I dropped off my camera and met up with Paul at a reggae portion of the Fete.  We stumbled there upon some Capoeira ( Read more... )

I both love and hate how much this pseudo-job forces me to face my overwhelming fear of speaking to someone on the phone.  I was getting just fine at doing it in English, just in time to start all over again doing it in German.  I hate calling people, but I have to do it, so I get over it.  Well, not really "get over it," but I am able to work up ( Read more... )

I think I'm a real Berliner now.

I watched both Europameisterschaft games while wearing a German flag as a cape, and was in a club until 4 am.

I like this place.