Pursuitist
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
Four Months and One Day until a Vacation in Pasadena, Ca.
In other news, I found myself singing the “Good Morning Song” with a group of 6 four-year-olds yesterday. I received money for these activities. A point of confused-clarition overcame me as I attempted to decipher just how I had reached this exact point in my life, in this building huddled in this city with this group of kids. If life has brought me here thus far, I can’t wait to see where I am ten years from now.
"I just wanna dance!"
Funny story: So last night Jan was out visiting a lady friend in Kiel so Zuzu and I took the open opportunity to raid his computer’s MP3s. His appreciation of music is “interesting” as my mom would call it. Things quickly lead into the greatest hits of the 80s/early 90s.
Just like money out the window...
So last night as I was walking home from the internet cafe (which stole my money and kicked me on the streets), I reached into my pocket to count how many coins were still there. I pulled them out and one got away. I watched the One Euro piece roll down the street—roll and roll… right into the gutter. Does it get any more poetic than that?
I am a walking ATM
Anybody need any money? I’ve got it. Anybody who wants it, apparently it’s yours. Deutsche Telekom. Sparkasse. Europacar. This internet cafe just “borrowed” about 7 euros. But who cares really—it’s just money afterall.
Off to See the Wizard
Berlin, Berlin... finally. I have arrived. I rolled into town last Wednesday behind the wheel of a truck I had rented, which was neither very cheap nor completely legal, but few questions were asked at the leasing desk (not your usual line of German operations) and I was cruising with a heap of furniture loaned/bought from Keith. In the end I like to think everything worked to my favor.
Just Rolling with the Punches
“The second best beer I’ve ever had” is how Keith described our refreshments the other night. That should count for something. He’s one of the few kids I’ve ever met who likes beer more than I do. We’d found ourselves in the cellar of a medieval castle which just happened to double as a brewery.