Archive for July 2014

home sweet no-longer-home

Before I leave this room forever and move to Berlin (that's happening on Saturday, folks), I figured I'd get some good pictures of it since it's so goshdarn photogenic. Or at least it was, before I started packing - now it's practically a war zone. I try not to have too much stuff but then I was too attached to my shoes. Fail.

The win for this week has been trying to get rid of my food stuffs - I've been (uncharacteristically) cooking up a storm. It's all Thai food and homemade popsicles and brigadeiro up in this joint and blurrrgh down in the very full tummy joint.

Le sigh because I shall miss this room, but new adventures await! I'm simultaneously excited and just kind of annoyed that I have to make all new friends again, because garsh I hate not being able to be anti-social at parties. Or attending parties at all, really, since I'm actually the introvert prototype. But I move into my new room on the 8th, and maybe I'll pop up to Hamburg in the meantime to kill time and because I hear there's pretty and sea up there.

So goodbye Mainz. Goodbye runs along the Rhein. Goodbye all the white wine and and nothing but Pils all the time.

P.S. For good measure I've thrown in a shot of our dishes too. Because they're so shiny.

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bärenquelle brauerei // berlin

Oh, did I forget to mention I went to Berlin? Well, I did, and it was lovely and full of picnics and cheap Turkish food. Slightly less lovely is the apartment-hunting process, and by slightly less lovely I mean downright stressful. It's hard to write an interesting apartment application when you can't seem not to sound like a kindergartner in your newest foreign tongue, but at least I have the chance to rediscover Jason Mraz in the meantime and take cookie-and-instagram breaks. Wahhh so many people with pretty, permanent residences.

As far as abandoned East German breweries go, I'd say Bärenquelle is one of the coolest (by which I mean only) I've witnessed. Luckily for me I managed to catch the place free of meth cookers and crack addicts and with great lighting, so I got to pretend I'm actually a great photographer for an hour and escape the city life, which is always nice because there is so much singing out loud I suppress when walking down the street so as not to seem crazy that by the time I'm alone I'm usually bursting with songs.

Another perk is getting to feel totally badass as you throw your bag over the fence and slip through the bars. I'm like a fox.

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museum highlight: pinakothek der moderne // munich

Well, hello, and would you look at that - 15 bouts of FRESH-RESOLVE-FOR-REAL-THIS-TIME-GUYS and I can still only just barely call myself a blogger. At least you know it's still the same old me, visiting modern art museums just as much for the clean building details and corners as for the Warhols. So hello Pinakothek der Moderne, Munich's shining concrete gem.

I had a(n - as usual - utterly pointless) debate with myself recently wherein I attempted to rank my favorite things in aaaaall the world. Concrete and ice cream found themselves rather tied for second place between my baby blanket and sunshine, and even though I posited such questions as "if I had to go the rest of my life without one, which would I give up?" and "is my infatuation with ice cream really love for ice cream or just a hot-weather sugar craving?" I couldn't really seem to figure it out. Ice cream comes in such delightful flavors, but concrete comes in the perfect shade of gray and so many delightful textures and design possibilities (seriously, check out those PERFECT details) it blows my mind like a canonball. I guess it's safe to say that as soon as I have a place of my own I'll be experimenting with furniture possibilities... next post will undoubtedly feature an apology for lack of blogging due to an urgent hospital visit after having trapped my hands in a block of concrete trying to build a mold.

I'm surprised I have so much to say, and it kind of worries me because if you're talking too much you're probably talking crap, right? Anyways, these days I'm gearing up to move to Berlin (if only I could find an apartment) and just embarked on a new spiritual journey through the Tao Te Ching (the most personally appealing of religious texts so far). Stay tuned for (hopefully more frequent) updates, as I'm so behind on chronicling the last few months' travels that all my photos will be in the wrong season soon.

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München

Hello again, stragglers-who-are-remarkably-still-here! These photos are so far overdue that I'd nearly forgotten I'd been to Munich! But I have, and good weather it was too.

I was lucky to get my first taste of German summer in the gorgeous English Gardens, where when the temperature hits 80 degrees Fahrenheit the lawn is suddenly strewn with bikini- and swim short-clad people and the streams are just as suddenly overflowing with very pale people who are seemingly impervious to cold. I kid you not when I say there was probably very more skin visible than green, and this is not a park lacking in green.

But that's Munich - all about the green. I spent more here in three days than in a whole week in Berlin, and that was just eating and sneaking sips of tap water out of my recycled bottle under the table (I'm not paying 3 euros for spring water when the spring wires directly to the kitchen faucet, lykewutisthis). But mostly I indulged in the sunshine for free, and the beautiful art collections that are only 1 euro to view on Sundays. Because I budget-travel like a boss, and a classy one at that.

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