Tyred, cloudy and missing my gloves and pacifier

There are those who say that art is meaningless, that it simply represents what it is.

A picture of deer in a meadow maybe. A canvas full of color splashes. A funny sculpture that doesn’t even look realistic. A prudent long-term investment.

I, on the otherhand–and I know I am not totally alone in this, even nowadays–I say art always has a deaper meaning.

I find the political in a love song. The deaper meaning in even the kitsch old housewives hang on their walls.

It can be a problem. But I don’t care.

I say art has a deaper meaning, , even if (sometimes–especially if) the artist didn’t intend one. Read the rest of this entry »


Non random sampling episode two.

Honestly, I just don’t know what to say. I think I don’t know much.

Sometimes I walk around my neighborhood and some of the sometimes I take my camera. Document the world around me. History repeating itself. Edited for the exciting parts.

I must admit I’m a touch overwhelmed. Just trying to be quiet…trying to listen and see.

I’m writing this with all my might trying to keep it strait, like I don’t want to hear what I have to say, so let’s keep it short, shall we?

I took some video and kept my mind off of other things with editing it around until I found it half interesting.

But it’s not, really.

Reminds me of the trash bag in American Beauty. Pretty cliche shit.

Oh, well. I have nothing else right now to add.


Berlin non-random sampling

A moving slideshow. Almost everything but the digger and the barking dogs taken near Schönleinstrasse. At least mostly pretty near.

Don’t know how the digger got in there, but I like it.


Catfood spotting

I am so proud. Our little girl all grown up and acting in her first arthouse film.


Cat-feeding and train-watching

Lucy gets a plate of vittles twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening.

The trains–city, local, regional and freight–whiz past, of course, all day , but mornings and evenings are especially busy.

When Lucy’s mother is out of town, I take the perfect opportunity of feeding the cat, to sit on the balcony, drink a coffee and watch what rolls past, maybe listen to the church bells ring.

Occasionally loading a machine or folding my laundry. Read the rest of this entry »


East-West exchange

I’m only on the other side of the river and up the street from where I used to live–maybe a mile and a half away from the old place–of course, twenty some years ago that would have been quite an extreme move.

I’d have had to dig a tunnel out of a fake wall in my cellar, or rig a special compartment under the back seat of an automobile and get an innocent old lady to drive me, or sew together a hot air balloon out of bedsheets, or something.

It would have been epic…if my plot didn’t get exposed and I got shot.

Nowadays, I just hired three Iraqis lads to hump it down the old 4 flights of stairs, load it up in their truck, drive it a few kilometers and hump it up the new 4 flights of stairs. Read the rest of this entry »


Situated

Steamed my first sticky rice in the new Wohnung last night.

Listened to my first news and paced the floor for the first time.

My drawers and shelves are full. I’ve flushed the toilet a few times now, taken two showers.

The cubboards are screwed to the wall. I mean that more like a ‘cup board:’ a board with cups.

I even nailed up a few pictures.

I’m getting situated. Read the rest of this entry »


Commuting in the Dark and Getting Moved

Got my assed kick, my ass kicked and my assed kicked at work.

All week.

And then we got up and cried together…then we got moved.

Got student movers–three Iraqi guys–to do the heavy lifting and we still got our butts kicked.

But the time change gave us an hour extra to play with and the weather was on our side and I sawed some wood and got my sink attached and my shelves hung, and she got her fridge moved and brought me the table that wouldn’t fit in her place…and we got it done.

Well…we still have to get the old place cleaned and painted, but we’re mostly there.

And now I’m tired. Whupped. Read the rest of this entry »


Save the community gardens of Berlin!

So Nadja just signed a lease on a place in Pankow.

A beautiful place with a balcony that looks out over one of the community gardens that Berlin is famous for. Nadja heaven, really.

Come to find out the community garden is 90 years old, founded in 1921.

90 freaking years!

Beautiful gardens, they are, with tangled slews of veggies, amazing flowers, old gnarled orchard trees and a crazy amount of birds that have obviously come to call this garden home now for hundreds of bird-generations, except there’s one problem. Read the rest of this entry »


Colorful night homage on my old hood and more scribbles from summer

Franko looked a bit rough today.

I had arrived at his office five minutes early and was walking around the block, utilizing the extra time, as I always do, for further Berlin exploration.

My first time here I discovered the Berlin Wall ran down the street, and I was excited to look around some more.

Alas, upon reaching the first corner my phone rang. Read the rest of this entry »


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