MännerTag. That translates into Men's Day. Day of Men. Which, all in all, translates into drunkenness and idiocy. I love it. It happened on Thursday. A real life holiday. No school. No work. Just a bunch of men get together and drink beer and yell and wrestle and eat meat and fight and drink some more beer until they finally pass out.

Another goodbye this weekend. It had been looming in the distance for a while now. I tried to avoid it as best I could but some obstacles are insurmountable. It's just the way it seems it has to be. I look back on all the things we did together and I just have to smile.

I answered the summons to appear at the Customs Office with dread, knowing that nothing in Germany can ever be easy. I entered the room and was presented my package. This tall goofy German guy was the one I'd be answering to. He insisted on speaking English, despite his constant flaws.

A number of events conspired against me last night, eventually driving me to the local döner stand for a very late dinner. I walked into Nemrut sometime around 10.00 and grabbed a Sterni (the cheapest beer - always my favorite) and a dürüm after sharing the usual friendly greetings with the döner men.

Y'all may have noticed the site was offline for the past 2 weeks. Big Brother came after me. And all he wanted was my money. So I gave it to him and he left me alone. Giving people money sucks.

We've all been there. That personal low-point. That moment where you reach rock-bottom, you look around, embarrased, hoping nobody was looking. It happened to me on Sunday night.

If anybody ever tries to tell you that doing translations is easy/fun/insert positive adj here, don't listen to them. It's a trap that will keep you stuck in front of a computer for hours on end.

New Pictures up.

ESPN.COM reports that Chad Robertson has officially announced his unretirement from his unofficial retirement from the sport of running. "Ladies, I'm back", he was reported as saying.

I always thought this song was a love song. These past couple of days made me realize it’s a little bit more than that.

Wo frueher meine Leber war, ist heute eine Minibar.

Last night I took Tomi to the bus station. All day long it snowed, the heaviest snow all year. There was the chance that he would be able to spend one last night in Dresden, one last night at the Gutz, one last night of “maybe a beer or two…” We waited in the snow for two hours. That freezing unforgiving cold.

“You know, yesterday I was asked about the U.S. position, and I said all options are on the table,” Mr. Bush said, referring to comments he made at the European Union in Brussels, and which he has made repeatedly to emphasize that he never rules out the possibility of a military attack. “That’s part of our position. But I also reminded people that diplomacy is just beginning. Iran is not Iraq.”

That’s right ladies. Superbowl! One of the greatest spectacles in the history of mankind. And yours truly managed to make a party of it even here in cold, grey, (real) football deprived Dresden.

I went snowboarding for the first time the other day. Just outside of Dresden there are several small runs filled with snow and people who can snowboard a lot better than I can.