"I beg you, friend, be happy. I have the vague sense that on your capacity to be happy hangs our only hope."
"Why write this book? No one has asked me for it. Especially those to whom it is directed. Well? Well, I reply quite calmly that there are too many idiots in this world. And having said it, I have the burden of proving it."
Category Archives: Life in Berlin
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
The symbol of America’s Bald Eagle has been replaced by a Greedy Grey Buzzard, an aged vulture feeding on the already stripped carcass of the country’s dead dream. There is no meat left for the children this winter. And that, now, … Continue reading