Dollars to Euros, II

August 16th, 2010

- BABBIES: If you are giving birth (to a baby) in Germany, its name must be approved. Gender-ambiguous, last-name sounding, or politically incorrect names like Sue, Anderson, and Hitler would not be approved.

- CHAMPAGNE: Germany has great, cheap beer (0.50/bottle) but it has this strange relationship with champagne. Department stores sometimes feature champagne bars, places where the (white) affluent meet up and sip their champagne. If only I knew enough German to eavesdrop on their conversations about swine flu, ponzi schemes, and re-enacting nationalist legislation.

- WWW: Apparently cyberspace is not the wide-open paradise I once thought it was. Especially if you are not in America. Before coming here, I had come to terms with the fact that I would not be able to access certain things (e.g., Tim’s Cascade Jalopeno Potato Chips) but I figured internet media would be all access since it’s, well, the internet. NOT TRUE. No Hulu, no NBC Olympics, no Sixteen and Pregnant, some myspace, some media networks. This realization led to the realization that being an American has made me very comfortable and — shall I say, ENTITLED? — to the basics of life like unrestricted access to MTV.

- TRAFFIC HIERARCHY: In Berlin, bikes have the most power. Drivers and pedestrians have to swerve around them. Pedestrians are at the bottom of the totem pole. In America, it’s completely the opposite. Bicyclists are often the victim of swearing (in or outside the car). Also, Berliners bicycle their babies everywhere. The little guys are strapped onto the front or the back. To the novice’s eyes, this looks rather dangerous, but whatever; not my baby!

- SNOWSUITS: Kids here are bundled up in head-to-toe puffy snowsuits rather than layered into separates. It’s really quite adorable.

- CELEBRITIES: Celebrities and actresses are uglier here. I guess I am used to super attractive people on American television (rarely do we allow anyone less than an 8 on tv) even if they’re not from America. There’s plenty of trashy magazines here that focus on celebrity culture. In fact, there are more here on the supermarket shelves than in the US.

- DOGS ON LEASHES: Actually they’re not. And dog poop is everywhere.

France, part I

April 8th, 2010

To celebrate a lovely old friend’s 30th birthday, me and my roommate headed out to Poitiers, France. For a few days, we stayed at an enormous, ghost-ridden chateau where we all gained a collective 20lbs by cooking unhealthy meals in unhealthy portion sizes and then sitting in front of the fire for hours at a time while considering questions like: Would you rather have a fermenting-cheese arm or a fiery-log arm? We did counteract the weight gain with an intense session of cardio courtesy of the Insanity workout video. It was, obviously, an amazing time! The only thing missing was a very special, very loved little Asian. Oh, Autsy! We all missed you so much!

our home for five days

our home for five days

the orangerie

the orangerie

hiking

hiking. picture by mike.

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metaphotography. picture by mike.

Friends on a log. Picture by Mike.

Friends on a log. Picture by Mike. Note that Autsy was able to overcome time/space constraints and show up for the group photo.

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googling reality stars. picture by mike.

breakfast churros

breakfast churros. picture by kenny.

What’s next? DETOX!

Ich Liebe Frühling!

March 24th, 2010
Frühling!

Frühling!

Crap Berlin weather has almost totally disappeared! Last week, we inaugurated Frühling with a bike ride down Karl-Marx-Allee, the widest street in Europe. We stopped at an antiques store and I picked up some magic crystals for a game I am designing.

MAGIC CRYSTALS

MAGIC CRYSTALS

Reading

March 15th, 2010

Reading and knitting

In between design, I’m reading “How to Disappear in America” and knitting a yarn necklace!

Edit: The book sucks. I wanted some real tips, but alas I only got some halfhearted advice and some strong anti-establishment rants. Btw, if you’re running from the government, be sure to hide underground rather than up a mountain. It works for awhile anyway (e.g., Saddam).

hard at work

March 15th, 2010
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working

Hard at work designing my fragebogen (questionnaire). I love design!

frühstück (breakfast)

March 9th, 2010

For the past few weeks I’ve abstained from eating any sugar (natural or artificial) to reset my taste for sweetness. Not only is diabetes pretty rampant in my family, I had been enjoying a daily candy bar habit (speaking of which, Ritter Sport is delicious, especially the chocolate hazelnut and the “schoko-duo”) sometimes followed (or prefaced) by a plate of The NY Times-endorsed, best-ever, chocolate chip cookies. Perhaps my perspective of the sugary norm was distorted by the shitty Berlin weather which encouraged me to hibernate under extra layers of fat.

Anyway, subtracting sugar, alcohol, fruit, and crappy carbs from my diet left me with some sorry options for food. I spent hours looking at food porn to satisfy my food lust. It was a weirdly futuristic method of visual/digestive consumption. I realized that my favorite food porn is the baked goods genre. Cannoli, cookies, cakes… mmm! I had zero desires for meat or rice or pasta. Anyway, it was an interesting experience steeling myself against sugar all the while baking cookies for J (he expressed zero interest in resetting his sugar meter) and our German language group. At times my desire for sugar was so intense I had to resort to feeding J sugary treats and letting him blow his sugar-scented breath into my nostrils and/or make out with him after a feeding session.

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blended spinach, blueberries, and milk

Anyway, a few weeks have passed and my sugar addiction is dead. It is shocking how sugary the world is after abstaining. I had champagne last night and it was unbearably sweet. I’ve moved on to other naturally, oddly sweet things like blended vegetable morning drinks. It sounds and looks disgusting but it is insanely good. I find myself looking forward to it every morning. Since I’m not really into vegetables, it makes me feel extremely good about myself when I start the day with 3 servings of spinat, milch, und heidelbeeren. MMM!

Annoying Roommate

February 17th, 2010

Have you ever lived with someone annoying? Someone who sang songs like this and this and this for a solid ten minutes straight? Into your ear? While you were trying to write your mother an email about a great Vietnamese meal you had just learned to cook?

identity was hidden to protect the guilty

identity was hidden to protect the guilty

His song selection and persistence made me think about what it would be like to live with an annoying, 10-year-old boy. Too bad we’re not in America where I can buy a gun within 24 hours…

Hausu

February 17th, 2010

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The other night J and I watched Hausu, this amazing late 70s horror movie about a cute clique of girls who visit an aunt’s home who turns out to be dead/crazy.

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*SPOILER ALERT!* Everyone dies. But the dying is often so funny. One girl gets bitten on the ass by her possessed friend. Despite the craziness of the movie, I was often distracted by the clothes. Amazing! The clothes are so adorable and fit in perfectly right now.

Dollars to Euros

February 14th, 2010

As of this month, I’ve been in Germany for six months. My grant ends in July 2010 though I’d like to stay in Germany for another year or two. One year doesn’t seem long enough to truly complete the experience. (Plus my language skills are still quite terrible; I’d like to move up to C-level though that seems psychotically ambitious.) J and I have started at-home tutoring lessons with a few others. A nice lady comes by our home twice a week for lessons.

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Anyway, we’ve been here long enough to note some differences between the US and Germany. Despite the fact that both countries are westernized and that a large percentage of the US population has a German heritage, the differences between the two can be shocking.

- INTERNET: I love cyberspace. It is probably my favorite place second to Seattle. In Berlin, it took us FORTY DAYS to get the internet installed in our flat. Apparently this is normal. WTF?

- HOME REGISTRATION: The German government keeps track of all its citizens. Everyone is supposed to register the location of their home. If you should move, this requires re-registration which requires going to the local Rathaus and standing in line for literally hours. Reminds me of the American DMV. I actually like this idea; I imagine there is a great deal of insightful data in for city planning, etc. Plus the crime related to transience might be reduced (serial killing and stuff).

- SUNDAYS: On Sundays grocery stores and clothing stores are closed. In America, my favorite thing to do on a relaxing Sunday was head to the grocery store and prepare a nice meal. I guess the German rationale is that all workers need a weekly day off. Germany is supposedly capitalist, but often their policies are more socialist like in this instance. Not to be a teabagger, but socialism blows when it comes to selling snacks on God’s day. WTF?

- MEALS: In the US, dinner is the biggest daily meal. In Germany, it’s lunch. I would say that in this instance the Germans win. This makes more sense to me. You have more time to digest your food instead of the American way of eating a huge meal and then going to bed (although this is probably my favorite activity). Interestingly, in Vietnam there is no differentiation really in type of food for meal time so you can start the day with big bowl of pho. I love this!

- LANGUAGE: English is the international language so virtually everyone speaks at least a little English. It’s taught in grammar school. My tandem partners all speak three languages; it’s so impressive! On a sidenote, I’ve asked all my tandem speakers when they use which language to express what type of idea. Interestingly, Vietnamese is the language for comedy. When something is funny, it is even funnier in Vietnamese and usually not funny in German.

- BREAD: Everywhere there is bread. Truthfully, it’s just mediocre.

- SOCIALIST MONETARY CONTROL: In Germany, a credit card is directly based on how much money you make. At the end of the month, the entire balance is debited from our bank account. You can’t delay payment, you can’t pay a portion, you pay the entire thing. So it’s very different from the American credit system where you can apply for a credit card the minute you become an adult and gain access to 1000s of dollars of money you don’t have. There’s a governmental restriction to spending that is very strict. Additionally, most places are cash-only or debit card-only, so essentially if you don’t have money at that particular moment, you cannot spend it. Also, this restrictive policy exists in German Ebay. They limit the amount of items you may bid on at a time. This is insanely annoying but actually quite positive. Germany wins!

- DELIVERIES: Germany has not yet figured how to get shit from one place to another without involving stress, delay, and general hassling. Seriously, do not get stuff sent to Germany because it WILL arrive late and it will require that you make an infinite number of calls. THIS BLOWS!

- CUSTOMER SERVICE PHONE CALLS: Speaking of making an infinite number of calls to track a package, did you know that you have to actually pay in order to call a customer service line? So while you’re on hold, you’re paying 0.14/min in addition to the cost of the phone line.

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- EDUCATION: It’s fucking free here! FREE! In America, you buy your education from your college. It’s normal to come out of school with a lifelong debt of 30K-100K especially if you have a graduate degree. Universities are 100% businesses. More than that, they are status symbols. In Germany, there is an element of elitism, also but it’s more about quality and level of education. In the fifth year, students are separated across three levels. The highest level, Gymnasium, prepares you for college, while the others lead to vocational training or simply end at the high school level. It is apparently quite difficult to move to a different level once you’ve selected a track. Essentially this means that ten-year-olds decided whether they are going to attend college or not which seems rather young to make such a decision. Also, I’ve heard that there is quite a bit of social difficulties that arise out of this separation.

- DUBBING: English movies are dubbed in Germany rather than subtitled. A German actor who voices the part of a particular American will be his vocal counterpart for the rest of his life.

- MOVING: When Germans move to another flat, they literally take the kitchen with them. This means refrigerator, dishwasher (rare), washer, dryer (rare; Germans hang dry), etc.

- POOP SHELVES: German toilets feature what we call poop shelves. Rather than drop into a pool of water like in American toilets, they land onto a little shelf. When you flush, it pushes the crap off the shelf and down the drain. Why? I’m not sure, but it does allow you to pay quite a bit of attention to your poop.

Overall, despite the free education and the social welfare systems, I am definitely voting for America! Despite the pervasive influence of religion on everyday life and the conservative hate mongering and Paula’s Deen’s Krispy Kreme burger, at least there’s the consolation of Snuggies™ and Apolo Ohno and For the Love of Ray J, 2.

Molasses Spice Cookies

February 10th, 2010

Here, enjoy some chewy, spicy cookies that actually aren’t terribly bad for you even if you eat 8 of them. I’m still alive!

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Germans love their baked goods but it seems like they don’t do a lot of home baking considering there is often a scarcity of basic supplies like packed brown sugar, cream of tartar, all purpose flour, etc. Ugh! Many of my food dreams have been shattered because of this. Luckily the asian grocery stores all stock this. I discovered this months after living here and pining away for chocolate chip cookies.

Pulled Pork and Roast Vegetable Tacos

February 7th, 2010

Tacos

Berlin is still cold and snowy, and there is a thick sheet of ice over the sidewalks. Apparently there’s a salt shortage here, so the gov’t was faced with a dilemma: salt the roads or the sidewalks. While I was in NY, I was running across the Williamsburg bridge a few times a week despite the 15°-degree temperature, so I developed a love/hate relationship with cold-weather jogging. The Berlin ice makes it impossible to run at all, and since I despise the treadmill, we went to the Stadtbad Neuköln yesterday for a refreshing swim.

Afterward, I made some pulled pork and roast vegetables for tacos. Unconsciously I had made totally delicious comfort food. Everything had the soft consistency of toddler food: vegetables, meat, guacamole, tortilla. The pork was really nice, and I totally recommend simmering it with orange juice. Mmm!

Happiest Moment

February 6th, 2010

“If you ask her what is a favorite story she has written, she will hesitate for a long time and then say it may be this story that she read in a book once: an English-language teacher in China asked his Chinese student to say what was the happiest moment in his life. The student hesitated for a long time. At last he smiled with embarrassment and said that his wife had once gone to Beijing and eaten duck there, and she often told him about it, and he would have to say the happiest moment of his life was her trip, and the eating of the duck.” — Happiest Moment by Lydia Davis.

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I love Lydia Davis more than any other writer. Her stories are so incredibly emotional in a completely spare, scientific level. Her words punch you in the gut but it’s like a clean, incisive evisceration because her writing is definitely not sloppy. It’s also formally interesting (most stories span a few sentences to a few pages). I’ve been following her for a decade now. I attended one of her lectures many years back. She was, truth be told, pretty boring but then she was there to lecture about the nature of translation since she had just English-ed Marcel Proust’s French words (she also prefaced her lecture with the warning that she was going to be boring). Many of her stories were featured in McSweeney’s and she’s also a MacArthur genius. She’s definitely an inspiration as I try to wrestle down some stories of my own.

BOB scares the shit out of this adult woman

February 6th, 2010

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Okay, so I am generally a decade or so behind the cultural zeitgeist (I’ve only just “discovered” Ladytron — I’ve been guitar-playing “Playgirl” for the last week), but the fact that I missed Twin Peaks is totally ridiculous. Not only is it set in my moody Pacific Northwest hometown, but it’s in my favorite place in WA: Snoqualmie Falls. I used to drive around that area for hours while listening to Sarah McLachlan and thinking about my feelings. Lame, but don’t stop reading because of that last admission.

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Anyway, this shit is scary. I literally cannot watch an episode without holding J’s hand. Oddly, he is not pleased. I have not yet been able to finish “Fire Walk With Me” because I see BOB in every corner, every mirror. A friend raved about this series, and since I have a black hole of empty time in front of me, I decided that I’d switch between SATC and TP while designing. Really, Twin Peaks started the whole narrative-arc-spanning-a-whole-series thing. Lost, Mad Men, True Blood, all these amazing contemporary series have to credit Twin Peaks for being one of the first to make the typical narrative suspense of a movie sustain a whole series. Plus, Kyle McLachlan is totally fine as Agent Cooper.

Despite all the bullshit involved in being a designer, at least we can watch tv while working and excuse it as research and inspiration.

Ladies Carry Bags

February 4th, 2010

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Adult women carry sturdy, ladylike bags instead of totebags they got for free from meetings or grocery stores or 10k runs. I am an adult woman, and I would like to carry one of these bags once they go on sale (or clearance). Bags + photos by Clare Vivier and Miason Martin Margiela.

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Present for Baby

February 3rd, 2010

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I decorated my niece’s present with balloons! Check out the size of her hands relative to the small box. I like how she’s holding it like a little robot; no bending at the elbows.