I think my mother might be the only one that reads this blog, so I am going to write her a letter here:
Dear Mom,
Hallo from Berlin! Diego and I are enjoying the fine fall weather. It's been gorgeous and sunny here in Mitte. Sometimes I feel like I should be a student again: the smell of fall, with the changing leaves and chill in the air, makes me think of school. Not college, because then I would have to smell the subway, taxi exhaust, and pretzels. But school. I guess anytime from when I wa 5-18. Remember those days? I'll bet you are have a nice fall in S (New England suburb).
Today I had a real stupid moment:. I misread my itinerary and missed my flight to Leeds. I read my German itinerary several times and understood that the flight was leaving at 6:45 am, and that I should be there by 6:15. Well, I transposed the numbers and the flight actually left at 6:15-- I was supposed to be there at 5:45am.
I haven't missed a flight since I went to visit Carol Farmer in 1992. Big Guy rewarded me for doing so well in summer school with a long weekend in Boca. I was so exhausted from my exams that I checked into my flight, bought a Rolling Stone, sat at my gate while they called my flight (and it departed). I looked up from an article about The Boss (I don't even really like Bruce Springsteen) and realized that I missed my flight, even though I was sitting right there.
The ticket counter people laughed with me at my stupidity and gave me a business class flight down to Florida for the next day. It turned out well in the end.
On the positive side, I found out that it takes only 20 minutes to get to Tegel that early in the morning from my apartment.
I was able to do my briefing over the phone. Hopefully the film turned out alright. The producer called today and said everything went well.
I will never misread a German itinerary again.
Yesterday was 8 years, and tomorrow is Big Guy's birthday. Even though I love this time of year, it's always a bit sad. How are you?
Alright, that's it for now. Miss you and can't wait for your visit.
xxoo,
Love,
Aph
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What's the point of a blog?
Seriously. I should've written this earlier. What's the point of my blog?
Peter R. put it well, it's a 'diary' or maybe in grown-up terms (meaning it's no longer pink with a little gold lock and key on a purple ribbon), it's a journal.
Yeah, that's what it is. A journal of my time and experiences in Berlin (and all of the other places I will be visiting). And since I think alot, and imagine a lot, and eat a lot wherever I am, I'll stick that in too since that's part of my time here in Berlin. I also tend to travel a lot, both for work and for pleasure, so I'll include that too. I think it is more about a TIME than a place, really. Know what I mean?
When I think about a foreigner's impression of a new country, I can't help but be a bit annoyed at the trite observations I've heard (and possibly said) before:
'They drive on the wrong side of the street there!'
'ooh I just love their cute accents. It makes them all seem so hot!'
'Did you know they EAT dogs there?!'
'Everyone has a gun in New York City'
You get the picture. I am going to try to keep the stupid, obvious stuff to a minimum, and try and write about the stuff that I didn't know and that I don't think my friends or family might know or have experienced or observed. Sure, the exchange student who spent their Junior year in Munich might think 'no duh,' please remember that the first time I came to Germany was in 2001, and that I have never studied German culture or language. So I'm a virgin. A German virgin.
Speaking of virgins, I probably won't discuss sex here. Or drugs. Maybe other people having sex and doing drugs (separately, or at the same time, or together with each other). But I won't talk about my own love life or the amazing ____ (insert drug/drink/23 year old's name here) I had last night. That's not for your consumption, dear reader.
Some people use Jesus as a guide (WWJD?) for how to conduct their lives. Here, that's irrelevant. I don't think Jesus would've moved to Berlin in his 30's. He probably would've been married to his high school sweetheart with 2 kids already. And I don't think he would tell me what he'd do in the first place. He'd probably say 'you're Jewish? You don't LOOK Jewish!' and get distracted and off the subject and then I'd never find out what he would do in my situation anyway.
I remember reading David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day and finding it kind of annoying. I loved all of his other books, but this one, about his experiences in France with his boyfriend bugged me. His observations of the French and learning French just didn't strike me as cute, or new or funny. I had lived in Paris for awhile, and had a wonderful relationship with a Parisian for several years, and fancied myself a Francophile. I had learned to speak French really well and had made French friends. I just found the book, comment dit-on? trite. So that's the filter I am going to use. If it seems too David Sedaris circa MTPOD, I will not publish it. Please keep me to this.
So that's the gist of it. That's my reason for blogging. Sometime soon I'll think of a mission statement, a goal, an RTB, a benefit, a role, and a target group for this thing.
Peter R. put it well, it's a 'diary' or maybe in grown-up terms (meaning it's no longer pink with a little gold lock and key on a purple ribbon), it's a journal.
Yeah, that's what it is. A journal of my time and experiences in Berlin (and all of the other places I will be visiting). And since I think alot, and imagine a lot, and eat a lot wherever I am, I'll stick that in too since that's part of my time here in Berlin. I also tend to travel a lot, both for work and for pleasure, so I'll include that too. I think it is more about a TIME than a place, really. Know what I mean?
When I think about a foreigner's impression of a new country, I can't help but be a bit annoyed at the trite observations I've heard (and possibly said) before:
'They drive on the wrong side of the street there!'
'ooh I just love their cute accents. It makes them all seem so hot!'
'Did you know they EAT dogs there?!'
'Everyone has a gun in New York City'
You get the picture. I am going to try to keep the stupid, obvious stuff to a minimum, and try and write about the stuff that I didn't know and that I don't think my friends or family might know or have experienced or observed. Sure, the exchange student who spent their Junior year in Munich might think 'no duh,' please remember that the first time I came to Germany was in 2001, and that I have never studied German culture or language. So I'm a virgin. A German virgin.
Speaking of virgins, I probably won't discuss sex here. Or drugs. Maybe other people having sex and doing drugs (separately, or at the same time, or together with each other). But I won't talk about my own love life or the amazing ____ (insert drug/drink/23 year old's name here) I had last night. That's not for your consumption, dear reader.
Some people use Jesus as a guide (WWJD?) for how to conduct their lives. Here, that's irrelevant. I don't think Jesus would've moved to Berlin in his 30's. He probably would've been married to his high school sweetheart with 2 kids already. And I don't think he would tell me what he'd do in the first place. He'd probably say 'you're Jewish? You don't LOOK Jewish!' and get distracted and off the subject and then I'd never find out what he would do in my situation anyway.
I remember reading David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day and finding it kind of annoying. I loved all of his other books, but this one, about his experiences in France with his boyfriend bugged me. His observations of the French and learning French just didn't strike me as cute, or new or funny. I had lived in Paris for awhile, and had a wonderful relationship with a Parisian for several years, and fancied myself a Francophile. I had learned to speak French really well and had made French friends. I just found the book, comment dit-on? trite. So that's the filter I am going to use. If it seems too David Sedaris circa MTPOD, I will not publish it. Please keep me to this.
So that's the gist of it. That's my reason for blogging. Sometime soon I'll think of a mission statement, a goal, an RTB, a benefit, a role, and a target group for this thing.
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