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To buy or not to buy!?

So, back in Germany and getting grounded again.

It was pretty sad to leave Sydney, and I really only realise now in retrospect how sad and depressed I became upon my return. I guess I should have expected it really. Anyway, am once again used to being in Berlin and am definitely enjoying it just as I used to.

Unfortunately I was thrown into work relatively hardcore. I mean, I never really stop working entirely, even when on holiday – if only to reduce the amount of e-mail I have to catch up on when I return. But this time kinda sucked a bit. I returned on Thursday, which I thought was a good plan, 2 days work and then the weekend. And that part of the plan went ok. It was only the next week that things started to get tough.

  • Firstly, I started noticing all the mistakes my team had made in my absence.
  • Secondly, one person on my team went on their planned holiday, whilst another person in my team simultaneously went off sick for the week.

As you can imagine, the workload suddenly became quite large. What with both catching up on work as well as filling in for two people that were away. I mean, my team is only 5 people big, and when two are away for whatever reason simultaneously, resources become very tight. That’s why I usually plan it that two people on my team are never away at the same time. Unfortunately I can’t predict the future, so sickness is something I have to live with. Just unfortunate that I’d only been back here a week before that happened.

So life was immediately pretty bloody stressful.

The really funny thing was when one of my colleagues came back from holiday and said she’d take it easy getting back into work – because that’s what you’re meant to do – and I thought to myself “If only I had that luxury”. What a rude shock reentering the country it was.

Amongst all of this, my CEO would like to migrate my position (Director Technical Support) to a more management focused position as far as I can tell. Which is fine by me, the only thing is that I first need a large enough team with the resources to look after the workload independently without me having to step in too much. At the moment, that just isn’t possible, I don’t have the resources. I am constantly ‘getting my hands dirty’ so to speak.

On another note, I am getting a new work computer to make my life a little easier. A pretty powerful laptop which will give me the flexibility to work anywhere within our building. Lately I have really been needing this. Albeit, I have a laptop and a workstation at work, but the laptop is not powerful enough to do any real work. And the more I am focusing on management and less on the basic job, the more I need to work in silence in order to concentrate where I do not have the constant interruptions that I have had to deal with up till now. Let’s see how that goes. I really like my company, and my job, but get quite sad when I feel so much stress from the job just because of the workload due to certain limitations.

Anyways……I am finally building up the new bike I’ve been talking about forever. It breaks down to something like this:

  • Dartmoor Two6Player Frame – 2100g
  • Spank 777 Bars – 318g
  • Primo Boy Grips – 15g
  • Twenty6 F1.2 Stem – 118g
  • Chris King Headset – 230g
  • Fox 34 831 Forks – 1930g
  • Chris King Hubs – 164g + 411g
  • Titanium Spokes – 270g
  • Dartmoor Raider Rims – 1100g
  • DT Swiss Rim Tape – 20g
  • Michelin C4 AirComp Latex Tubes – 260g
  • Continental Race King Tires -1100g
  • Formula R1 Disc Brakes – 534g
  • Raceface Bottom Bracket – 92g
  • Raceface Next SL Cranks – 400g
  • Raceface Next SL Chainring – 25g
  • Chris King 12 Tooth Sprocket (calculated with hub weight)
  • KMC X9 Super Light Chain – 242g
  • Twenty6 Predator Pedals – 340g
  • Twenty6 Seat Clamp – 18g
  • Nukeproof Warhead V2 Seatpost – 235g
  • Octane One Rocker Saddle – 295g

Coming to a total estimated weight of 10.22kg – I might be able to get it a little lighter due to the fact I can cut down the seatpost, but that is about it really. So around 10kg for the entire ride, which isn’t too bad I guess and which I’m sure my back will appreciate!

Really looking forward to when it’s complete. The 24″ BMX is just getting a little too hard on my body to ride anymore. Sad really, but then again, it has lasted me the last 8 years, so I think it’s perfectly fine going up to a 26″ at this point in time. Here’s hoping it’s a bit more of a comfortable ride. I mean, it should be. Bigger size with a suspension fork, should be quite different. First time I will have ever had disc brakes too! Will post pics when it’s done 🙂

What else has been on the menu?

Well, on top of that is the fact that as you might already know, Ina and I have been trying to purchase an apartment here for the last year or so. Well, we found another one that we really like and have put an offer in. It’s on Schönhauser Allee 27, is a rooftop apartment, is spread over two floors – level 4 and 5, and seems about perfect. Ok, not absolutely perfect, but very nice. The only detractor is that it is only 2 rooms. 1 bedroom and 1 living room. Ideally we wanted to have a 3rd room to work in etc. But it seems that we can’t quite afford that, so this will have to do for now. Anyway, the apartment, as well as the location are freaking perfect, and I really like the fact that it is spread over two floors with a large terrace facing a pretty good direction. The positives far outweigh any negatives! The only rather sad thing is that it means I would be moving out of my current apartment with Thommy and Hans. Since moving here I have really got to know these guys and I think we have all formed a pretty damn good friendship. It will be sad not to see them on a regular basis anymore coming home from work after having moved out, but I guess that’s life – nothing lasts forever. I really hope we stay in touch though and don’t become like all too many friends of my past. We’ll see. Really great guys which I have been lucky enough to get to know.

But that’s about it, those are my travels of the moment. So a lot of exciting stuff going on all over the place, work/home/life. It’s all good. And on top of that it is coming into Spring and everyone is becoming happier and easier to deal with…..yay!! So on that note, here’s a nice drum and bass track to remind us all of sunshine and all things good:

What I know about Germans…

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I don’t think I need to say much to explain this list. It is a list (at the time numbering 78 points) that ran over at Überlin in 2012 and for a reason no one will ever understand, went viral. Then it went viral again, in 2013. I seem to be somewhat behind the times as I have not come into contact with this list up until now…..that’s what all work and no play will do to you!

Anyway, you might agree with some and disagree with others, that’s fine. Don’t crucify me, as I am not its sole creator, but I have edited the list to include a more Berlin perspective as well as adding a few of my own here and there…….enjoy:

  1. Germans are tall.
  2. They enjoy dairy products. The refrigerated section of their supermarkets are homages to experimentations with yogurt and quark. They will put a cheese or cream-based sauce with most things.
  3. Sauerkraut is both enjoyed and oft consumed, as per the universal expectation.
  4. But the cabbage thing doesn’t stop there. Both krautsalat and rotkohl are regular meals (and döner) companions, the latter readily available in the frozen section of your local supermarket.
  5. Apples are also a very important part of the German constitution and can be consumed in any number of ways including with rotkohl.
  6. Germans have excellent winter wardrobes (perhaps because German winters are endless).
  7. They are punctual. It’s in their genetic make up. They cannot be late (except in Berlin, where they might not even show, although also which cannot entirely be considered Germany).
  8. Germans place an enormous premium on the three Ps – Practicality, Punctuality and Planning. Berlin is again the black sheep, with zero premium being placed on any of these Ps.
  9. In contrast with the greater Germany, seemingly very little premium is placed on functionality, usability or design (unless it is a car or industrial design – of which they are quite qualified).
  10. Their babies are particularly beautiful.
  11. They are very good bike riders – nah, they are exceptional bike riders. They manage to look elegant while free-wheeling down cobbled streets, pashminas blowing out behind them. They are also highly adept at riding with umbrellas.
  12. Thus, German kids learn to ride young. They start in small wagons attached to their parents’ bicycles and move through the ranks until, at 6 years old, they are fully fledged members of the cycling community.
  13. Germans can eat. And drink. A lot. They have excellent constitutions.
  14. They love meat. In all its incarnations. Raw, fried, crumbed and dripping in mushroom sauce. But mostly, processed and stuffed into stomach lining.
  15. Germans worship wurst.
  16. Germans worship the pig. He is revered as both a lucky (Glücksschwein) and delicious little fellow in this country and there is no part of the pig that cannot be boiled, shredded, fried, processed, mashed, diced and consumed. And there is no end to the various pig likenesses that can be crafted from marzipan. I wouldn’t want to be a pig over this way!
  17. They can, and often do, stomach minced raw pork for breakfast … topped with onion and a bit of pepper. Not for the faint of heart.
  18. They are good at mostly anything they do. Or, if they’re not, they try hard and become competent. Just because. And yes, it sux 🙁
  19. Germans are thorough. They seem to live by the ‘do it once and do it well’ principle. They work hard and effectively, despite working some of the shortest hours in the western world. The hours cannot be debated in Berlin, but the quality of work certainly can.
  20. Consequently, they are the strongest economy in Europe. What the greater Germany manages during those short work hours is probably double what every other country manages to do in twice the time.
  21. For many Germans, the weekend begins at 1pm on Friday afternoon. The week’s work has been done and done well and now it is time to enjoy the spoils of a well-spent weekend.
  22. They speak English better than most English people I know, or at least get their ‘there, they’re and their’ correct every time which is more than many English speakers can say.
  23. They have unexpectedly wicked senses of humour. David Hasselhoff, anyone?
  24. … a man they continue to embrace by playing Looking for Freedom far, far more than any other country.
  25. They love a good boot.
  26. And they never scuff them. Even when bike-riding down a cobbled street in the rain, holding the shopping and an umbrella, pulling a wagon behind them with a child contained within.
  27. They do not suffer fools gladly, thus only put up with drunk Australians and Americans during Oktoberfest because we’ll pay hideous amounts of money for hideous amounts of beer.
  28. They are extremely hospitable, whilst at the same time extremely good at being distanced. A paradox some might say, but once you’re here you’ll understand. Refer to #60.
  29. They seem to enjoy Westlife. And Take That. And Backstreet Boys. And let’s not all forget about electronic music in general, not to mention the musical movement of minimal techno. Still sweeping the world and able to be heard as elevator music in Berlin shopping centers such as Galeria Kaufhof!
  30. In fact, your typical garden variety house party can often remind its attendants of the universality of 80s and 90s pop, except in Berlin, where the general soundtrack will be something electronic.
  31. Were you aware Germany was responsible for the 90s smash, Coco Jumbo?
  32. Germans simply do not understand thongs/flip flops/jandals as viable footwear. Even when it’s warm and sunny, and a boot is impractical or too warm for the feet to be comfortable. Outside of a very small, very obviously Summer window, they will stare, bewildered, at thonged feet and quietly wonder if the wearer is mad.
  33. And the small sub-group of German early adopters that do wear thongs tend to make the fashion faux pas and consistently wear them with socks. They are perhaps the biggest offender of this in the world.
  34. They love a large, mind-bogglingly well stocked hardware store (with a bratwurst stand out the front). Perhaps because another mantra of the Germans could be; if you want something done well, do it yourself. Therefore they must be permanently well equipped to do things themselves, like renovate apartments with the help of a good friend and a few beers.
  35. Germans lose their shit when the sun comes out and act in a manner I can only describe as suspicious. They flock to outdoor cafes and tip their faces to the sun … but remain in boots and jeans with a pashmina close by. Even when it’s 25 degrees. Even when it’s obvious the weather isn’t going to turn. Just because…
  36. Germans are always prepared for the rain.
  37. They are very fair, honest, and largely adhere to regulations that exist to keep things fair for the masses.
  38. This works because Germans love a good rule/law. And they reap the benefits of a law-abiding society.
  39. They don’t appreciate the use of the rude finger when driving. If you give it to a fellow driver, that driver reserves the right to report you and your license plate and you will get a fine. Seriously. You have been warned.
  40. Not that it will break the bank – fines for breaking road rules here are, on average, about 30€. When rules aren’t that often broken, you don’t need large rule-breaking deterrents.
  41. They love the breakfast meal and fill the table with four different types of cheese, five different types of meat and a basket of bread rolls.
  42. As a general bread rule, Germans seem to enjoy a darker or seeded bread. Or at least bread with a long name that nods to exciting contents. Keep in mind, bread is very, very important to the average German. You will see a crowd of people stretching out the door at a good bakery.
  43. Germans. Love. Bakeries.
  44. In the same vein of their love for enormous hardware stores, Germans favour a mesmerisingly large Ikea (and other such stores in the same vein as Ikea) complete with an upstairs restaurant, a downstairs cafe and the all important bratwurst stand out the front. Just because …
  45. Germans like going to Ikea just to eat hotdogs.
  46. Germans can always enjoy a bratwurst, no matter the time, no matter the place. And they never seem to drip the sauce all over themselves. And in Berlin, Germans make a point to eat a curry wurst at least once a month.
  47. Germans don’t jay-walk, ever. And they judge those who do with a piercing, back-burning gaze. Outwardly spoken Berliners are not afraid to tell you you are doing something illegal.
  48. They are refreshingly comfortable with nudity. The further East you go, the more apparent this becomes.
  49. Germans are generally candid, frank people. Do not mistake frankness with rudeness, a beginner mistake.
  50. German men don’t tend to leer lewdly.
  51. But, Germans stare. Not in a way designed to be particularly rude, but in an unabashed, piercing, inquisitive way that makes you wonder if you have food on your face or you’ve forgotten to wear an article of clothing.
  52. Germans love doing Kaffee und Kuchen for all sorts of occasions.
  53. The Kaffee is not good, and is made with long-life milk. Germans have an affinity for long-life milk and do not understand why someone would drink fresh milk.
  54. Collectively, German people seem to have a very sweet tooth and the cake, biscuit, chocolate, sweets aisles of their supermarket are of Willy Wonka proportions.
  55. Germans enjoy frozen vegetables.
  56. Talking about supermarkets, they won’t necessarily say it to your face, at the time … but Germans don’t like it when you go against the tide in the supermarket.
  57. Or get on the bus through the wrong door. This they will say to your face, using a microphone and an unimpressed tone.
  58. They have the single most nerve-wrackingly rapid supermarket check-outs in the world. You must pay for your plastic bags and pack your items whilst they are being hurled towards you at the speed of light.
  59. They are not ones to make small talk at the supermarket check-out either. Or in general, really. In fact, Germans hate small talk. Words without purpose are wasted words. Get used to strong silences.
  60. This is because Germans are generally extremely direct people. They do not see a need for conversational subtext. They say it as they see it, while keeping you at the appropriate arm’s length distance. Directness and distance are valued social commodities.
  61. Apropos, Germans will always try and shake your hand, even if you feel you’ve reached the status of hugging. Apart from Berlin, whereby hugging is somewhat the norm.
  62. No matter where you are in Germany, once you have managed to crash through the notorious barriers, you have a German pal for life.
  63. Germans can drink. And not just write themselves off, vomit in the bath tub at 2am, wedge in a kebab and back it up the following night, a la American/English/Australian binge drinkers … but drink. While the rest of the world is vomiting in the bath tub, Germans are calmly ingesting their 57th shot and washing it down with a beer, their cheeks a little rosy, their eyes a little glazed, but their livers working as smoothly as a German made automobile. You rarely see a German actually drunk!
  64. This is because Germans start drinking young. They are allowed to drink ‘soft alcohol’ at 16 and ‘hard alcohol’ at 18. By the time we’re all losing our shit with Breezers, Germans are enjoying a much more tempered relationship with alcohol … and the benefits of a much more match-fit liver.
  65. If there was a study done on countries and how well they dance in a club/bar situation, Germany probably wouldn’t be in the top ten for general skill. But they would absolutely ace the enthusiasm component.
  66. Germans are not afraid to whip out the smoke machine on the dance floor.
  67. They embrace one hit wonders. Royalties from German radio probably single-handedly keep the singers the rest of the world wants to forget, in rent-money.
  68. Germans struggle enormously with the concept of ‘naked feet’. It is better feet be clothed at all times, refer to #33.
  69. Germans, largely, are always exceptionally well groomed.
  70. Germans are generally very open and relaxed about most things sex related.
  71. Germans seem to really enjoy watching (dubbed) How I Met Your Mother, Two and a Half Men and The Big Bang Theory.
  72. And reading crime fiction.
  73. They love their dogs. Often their dogs catch the bus with them and sometimes their dogs even dine with them in restaurants.
  74. They don’t tend to go to the shops in track-pants and slippers.
  75. Germans seem to be distrustful of any beverage that doesn’t sparkle and, despite having excellent tap water, relegate it to second best beneath the bottled, sparkling stuff.
  76. They also seem to enjoy mixing drinks. For example, their beloved cola/orange soft drink – Spezi, Schwip Schwap, Mezzo Mix. And the truly excellent Apfelschorle, apple juice and sparkling water. And why stop at white wine spritzers when you can have a red wine spritzer?
  77. In keeping with this, they enjoy mixing beer (with cola, pear, cactus fruit, lime) which, for a nation famed for its superior beer production, is somewhat unexpected.
  78. Germans like buying drinks in six packs of 1.5l bottles which are then dutifully recycled, bottle by bottle.
  79. It is extremely rare to see a German throw out a recyclable bottle and, if they do (in the midst of a brain-snap) someone passing by the rubbish bin will very quickly pull the bottle out and take it to the recycling automat themselves.
  80. During large events (festivals, Summer grilling bonanzas) there will be people making serious money by collecting revellers’ beer bottles. It should be mentioned, each bottle is worth a certain amount of money.
  81. They aren’t big on bread slicing. Sliced bread, ‘toast brot’, is relegated to the toaster and sandwiches made with sliced bread enjoy a disproportionately small section of the bakery display in comparison to their friends, the brötchen.
  82. Germans love Dackels (Dachshunds) and seem to own several of them at once. Perhaps this adoration of Dachshunds stems from their physical similarity to wurst.
  83. Berliners love the German Shepherd (Deutscher Schäferhund), much to the dismay of footpaths.
  84. Although bags are provided for doggy doo free of charge, having bag dispensing machines attached to street posts throughout the city, dog owners have not quite understood this concept. Or there is, unbeknownst to me, a battle going on between dog owners and the council. Currently it’s the dog owners who are winning.
  85. Germans extract a curiously large amount of pleasure from the acts of giving, receiving and processing paperwork. They revel in it. Photocopy it. Sign it. Stamp it. Photocopy it again. Roll in it. Cover themselves with it and inhale the scent of paper.
  86. Germans love stamps. If your document has not been stamped, it does not exist.
  87. Those who work for the German government seem to … never work at all. It’s like their entire system is efficient enough to work by itself, without humans doing anything except photocopying and stamping things.
  88. Germans have this … thing … with bureaucracy.
  89. Some German banks take lunch breaks; which is unfortunate because many working people can only do their banking in their own lunch breaks.
  90. Germany loves a public holiday. Bavaria in particular.
  91. Should a contestant, for example, on a family friendly ‘celebrity special game show’ or something, be a nude model, German TV is totally down with displaying a great deal of her portfolio, to the audience at home. Pre 9pm. In fact, pre 8pm.
  92. It is not uncommon to hear a TV newsreader in Germany say shit (Scheiße).
  93. They are rather thrifty and don’t have the weird Anglo qualms with talking about money.
  94. Germans seem to enjoy camping and driving campervans through Europe.
  95. They are bizarrely superstitious about wishing people a Merry Christmas early, opening presents early and celebrating birthdays early.
  96. Germans have bottomless basements.
  97. Boris Becker and Til Schweiger are the go-to celebrities for game shows.
  98. Germans. Love. Football. Love it. In fact, the most passionate you will ever see a German is when they are watching, talking about, thinking about, dreaming about or playing, football.
  99. You may also catch a German in an act of passion if you raise the topic of cars. Germans love their cars and are very proud of their ability to make such good ones. Just ask them.
  100. It is a good thing they have good cars, and an Autobahn of terrifying speed, because the Deutsche Bahn is Germany’s dirty little inefficient secret. Delays comes free of charge with your ticket purchase. It’s DBs gift to you. Consider it a bonus if the air-conditioning also doesn’t function.
  101. Most Germans seem to always buy or possess the appropriate public transport tickets, even though there are so many occasions upon which they could get away with not having one. This sense of honesty will eventually rub off on you.
  102. Germans of a certain age really enjoy Jack Wolfskin jackets. Come Winter, Germany turns into a sea of identical jackets, people’s age distinguishable only by the brand they’re wearing.
  103. There is an obvious divide when it comes to what kind of high school you went to and what kind of leaving certificate you gained. And what kind of further education you go on to do, whether it be university for an extremely long period of time – honestly, no one does university quite like the Germans – or one of Germany’s millions of Ausbildungen (apprenticeships).
  104. The whole country quivers with excitement every New Years Eve when they sit down to watch Dinner for One. But the supremely odd thing isn’t a national obsession with a 1960s black and white sketch comedy from another country that has nothing to do with New Years Eve, but the fact that this is the one film the Germans don’t dub.
  105. Germans have this thing with online privacy. It is a rare German indeed who uses their full name on Facebook as opposed to a bizarre cross section of their first and last names, eg: Mo Na Berg or Le Na.
  106. Germans can’t queue and they are terrible pusher-innerers. Full stop, the end. They don’t know how, they have no interest in trying. This is the one time Germans embrace a lack of system, and what happens when a queue is called for is the unfortunate culmination of Germanic forcefulness and uncertainty in the face of a system-less world.
  107. Take, for example, what happens in a supermarket when another check out line opens. Instead of calmly indicating to the person at the top of the queue, yet to unload their basket onto the conveyor belt, that they should head up the new checkout line, there is this mad dash like a scattered flock of sheep, and ones standing in the original queue becomes completely irrelevant. If you are fast enough, you can theoretically come from well behind and end up getting served before the person five people in front of you, who has been patiently waiting for 10 minutes. And no one thinks anything of it.
  108. This is also all-to-apparent when using any form of public transport. You have been warned.
  109. Germans can open a beer bottle with anything. The couch, a coffee mug, a banana. Body parts. It’s like they all secretly take a class at school when they’re eleven, in preparation for a life time of beer consumption.
  110. Should you not have a garden, but yearn for one, you can rent a small square of land called a Kleingarten (or Schrebergarten). Here you can cultivate a garden and sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labours by resting in a little hut. The Kleingärten (small gardens) are kept neat by the adherence to a set of rules specifically developed by, and for, each community.
  111. In the average German garden, big or small, you will notice they seem unable to resist the lure of the garden gnome. There is almost always one, lurking sinisterly beneath a bush, or partaking in some sort of Mise-en-scène with other concrete characters and a perfectly clipped shrub.
  112. Stefan Raab. Get to know him, you will need to. Schlag den Raab is a very popular game to be played at dinner parties, social gatherings etc.
  113. Germans are inordinately proud of their states, districts, district-free cities, city states, regions, sub-regions, dialects, entirely different vocabularies, sub-cultures, traditions, festivals and basically being really different from the ten-house village that is 5km away because that ten-house village is in an entirely different region and therefore, is nothing like this village.
  114. Generally speaking, Germans simply love celebrating.
  115. And dressing up. Except in Berlin, where it is traditional to dress down at work and stay pretty much the same on the weekend. The hipster look is very much in vogue.
  116. And that dastardly Schlager music which they all know the words to.
  117. Often all three passions are combined at an inexplicable pop-up festival that features, without exception, the following: medieval beer stalls, a pommes stand and a wagon with a dazzling array of sugared nuts, waffles and chocolate covered baked goods.
  118. Berlin is known for the same type of pop-up parties, although quite often instead there is banging minimal techno pumping out of a more than adequate sound system.
  119. And Spargel. They love Spargel and anything to do with Spargel, like Spargel peelers and Spargel steamers and Spargel platters. Forget Christmas or Easter or any other notable markers, the German year revolves around Spargelzeit.
  120. Oh, and Erdbeerzeit – this must not be forgotten about.
  121. Germany has assumed the döner kebab as a national dish, Germanified it with pickled cabbage and elevated it to where it now sits, loftily, alongside other key German snacks like currywurst and fischbrötchen.
  122. Germans largely respect ‘Quiet Time’ on Sundays, when they don’t vacuum, use lawn mowers or other loud appliances and generally keep noise levels to a bare minimum. In some parts, an unspoken evening Quiet Time is enforced, via disapproval or neighbourly note leaving.
  123. Church bells are exempt from all Quiet Times.
  124. As ingrained in the German psyche as Quiet Time on Sunday, is the Sunday viewing of crime show, Tatort.
  125. No shops are open on Sunday, which follows the Quiet Time philosophy. You are practically forced into doing nothing.
  126. Germans have really embraced the organic food trend and dedicate shelves to products emblazoned with ‘BIO’. In fact there are entire supermarkets catering to the ‘BIO’ crowd ready to hand over a premium for their goods.
  127. Germans make loyal, warm, life-long friends.
  128. German television seems to produce a startling array of game shows very close to – but not quite the same as – ‘Who Wants to be a Millionaire?’
  129. They like saying ‘juhu!’
  130. While they may borrow the concepts for their solid repertoire of scripted reality TV, the German population yields the strangest, most awkward characters in the entire genre.
  131. Germans can have entire conversations that consist solely of the word ‘doch’.
  132. Occasionally they replace ‘doch’ with ‘eben’, if it fits, grammatically.
  133. They like buffets.
  134. And ‘house shoes.’
  135. Germans seem to enjoy bringing activities to the park, when the weather is fine. Things like wooden blocks to throw around and rope to tie between trees as a sort of make-shift tightrope.
  136. They like drinking yoghurt.
  137. They can eat enormous sausages clamped between very small bread rolls, smothered in sauce, while walking and talking, and not getting a drop of it on themselves.
  138. Germans make for extremely excitable sports commentators.
  139. It is always too hot, too cold, too windy, too warm, too humid, too snowy or too rainy.
  140. Germans blame 95% of ailments on the weather.
  141. Germans are passionate about fresh air. Even when it is -20° outside, they will open an office window wide open, several times a day, for periods of up to 10 minutes in order to get that all-important frische Luft.
  142. They may be the only people in the world to a) have a word for and b) accept the notion of ‘Frühjahrsmüdigkeit‘ – ‘Spring time fatigue’.
  143. On that note, no one does a compound word like the Germans.
  144. Mark Twain was not lying about the German language.
  145. No matter where you go – to a festival, on a road trip, to a sporting event – you will find a clean public toilet. Except in Berlin.
  146. Contrary to all evidence pointing to a socially restrained and reserved people, Germans are actually quite excitable.
  147. They are extremely good natured when it comes to laughing at themselves (and accepting lists like the very one you’re reading).
  148. Meals with Germans can be quite quiet affairs, the participants seeming to adhere to the unspoken rule of Eat Now, Talk Later.
  149. Many Bavarians have enormous moustaches.
  150. The mullet is alive and well in Germany.
  151. As per Point #133 – Germans Like House Shoes – many Germans seem to choose a pair of fake Crocs both for themselves and their children, as a general house/garden shoe.
  152. Many, many Germans (and, to be fair, Dutch people) seem to love camping, camper-vans, camping grounds, and holidays that combine all three in a country like France or Italy.
  153. Germans love their ‘hobbies’.
  154. A favoured hobby seems to be hiking.
  155. Indeed, Germans enjoy walking in general, particularly after a meal, or on a quiet Sunday afternoon (in pairs, wearing matching Jack Wolfskins).
  156. Interestingly the average walking pace is rather slow, and they apparently walk very heavily on their heals as their stomp stomp can be heard through floors, even if said floors are made of concrete.
  157. They do not understand walking up or down escalators.
  158. One word. Tchibo.
  159. Germans are, surprisingly, rather enthusiastic applauders. They especially seem to enjoy falling into the rhythmic clap, while performers are taking their bows. Actually, even when performers are performing. Which can be confusing to both performers and spectators (if foreign) alike.
  160. I have noticed Germans seem to enjoy ‘seasonal decorations’ for their front doors, doorsteps, gardens etc. A floral wreath for Spring, a twiggy one for Autumn (along with pumpkins and red leaves), your classic evergreen conifer for Christmas. Und. So. Weiter.
  161. In keeping with their love of all things ornamental, Germans really seem to like home decor stores, ranging from the kitsch (Nanu Nana, Butlers) to the positively chic (any store that’s name features the words ‘Lebensart’ or ‘Landart’).

Not much going on!

Well, time is still getting the better of me and I am really starting to wonder why that is.

I guess it could be to do with the fact that I am quite often tired lately, who knows!?

Anyways, last weekend I was in Poland in a beautiful city called Krakow – possibly one of the most beautiful cities I’ve seen in Europe, I mean, it really blew me away. And to think that not more than 60 or so years ago it was completely stormed by German troops and taken over, with all the Polish people having only 24 hours to collect their belongings (not the furniture or anything though mind!) and get out of there. I mean, Hitler wanted Poland and he was all about the eradication of the Polish – not just the Jewish community (which was quite large there), nor the Gypsies.

Don’t forget, eventually Auschwitz was only to be a train ride away.

So there you go, really nice. Plenty to do there too. Heaps of museums, galleries, cafes, bars etc. It’s really great!

Before that I was visiting a friend in Lincoln, UK for the weekend. He currently has his house on sale (well, not his house, but his father-in-law’s house……long story involving Alzheimer’s – don’t ask), and I wanted to go check out the place before it is gone for good.

Was very nice to catch up. We had a massive bonfire – and I really do mean massive! There was quite a lot of scrap wood to burn, and burn we did. Gotta love the UK style of living sometimes too. I mean, they have a really good pub culture, and I like pubs! It’s a match made in heaven 🙂 Fortunately as well, we had the best weather you could imagine! Beautiful blue, sunny skies. Could not have asked for more.

In all honesty though, I am now 37 years old and I’ve really gotta start looking after myself. I hurt my knee snowboarding last year and I still have some liquid trapped between my kneecap and the layer of skin. I have what seems to be a trapped nerve in my left shoulder which hurts like all hell….seemingly more in the evenings. And to top it all off, I realize I need to change my diet or something (more exercise wouldn’t go astray) because the handles are getting on the largish side. Man. What is it with the metabolism?? With each year older, it becomes more and more difficult to manage weight, and this is coming from someone who has always been told “Oh, you’re so lucky you’re naturally thin!”. Naturally thin – I beg to differ – it’s just I’ve always watched what I eat and have maintained a good level of exercise to ensure things don’t go south. I guess exercise has taken a massive hit over the last year or so.

Unfortunately now I really need to put the brakes on somewhere…..grrrrrrr…..otherwise I fear the future 😉

Also have finalised the dates for going back to Australia, although my parents don’t know yet – sorry – but yeah. I will escape this place in one of its darkest, coldest times of the year and zap into summer. Sounds alright to me!

Organized to go visit Liz before she leaves London too. Ina and I should be over there for the weekend of the 18th. Just need to organize the tickets etc. Always nice to get over to London though. I mean, I find the weather a bit oppressive, but the place and the people are awesome. Such a pleasant change from here sometimes. In saying that, I don’t mean to say that here or Germans are the opposite. I mean, I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t like it, but it can wear you down after a while. There is just such a huge difference in mentalities, and that difference can really wear you out over time. Sometimes I am feeling very worn out and to hang in an English spoken country is so relaxing. I don’t care what anyone thinks, language does to a degree define the people/culture/mentality. This concept is not my own either, it has been studied all over, just have a search in the interwebs – you’ll find a goldmine of information!!

And what can I say about work? It’s certainly keeping me out of trouble. Finally found a new employee and have really high hopes for him. He has some great skills that should fit

But that’s it for now. This is where I am. We are so lucky to be experiencing absolutely beautiful weather lately, so I really can’t complain too much can i? Let’s just see how long it lasts……..

Here’s a track – I just heard it, and it’s not new – but it’s pretty damn nice – I guess I would like to discover a way to fly:

 

That is most definitely it :-(

Well, you know how I said the other day that as much as I had stated I would never return to Astra for a concert, I would give it one last chance so I could check out MF Doom? Well, that’s it – I am never, ever going to that shitty assed shit-hole ever again.

Let me give you a run-down of what happened.

Firstly, as per bloody usual in Germany – no event time listings were given – therefore you have to first do the research to find out when everyone is playing. Why no times are given as to when an act is playing is beyond me – it’s just another bloody pain in the ass that you have to put up with in this country – remember – life is not made to be easy here. Anyway, I had done the research and we planned to arrive at Astra at around 11.00pm so we could catch Antipop Consortium who I also really like, but we didn’t go any earlier because none of us were interested in the other acts at all.

Got there and it was quite a full-house (which disappointed me a bit really – I was hoping there would be far fewer people due to the weather and whatnot). Checked out Antipop Consortium who rocked the place pretty much but the crowd was already getting mega pushy.

What the hell is it with Germans? If you are walking along the street a lot of them don’t wanna get out of your way. If you are at a concert they don’t want to share the floor space (what they consider to be their space). This makes for a very aggressive crowd because everyone standing around watching the artist, or waiting for the artist to appear as it were, does not want to move for anyone and seems to have a ridiculous sense that their spot is theirs and not to be shared. Very selfish, very pushy, very aggressive and quite frankly, just plain weird.

Even the most aggressive of US, UK or Australian crowds at a concert are nowhere near as bad – and I have been to a bunch of concerts in my life. Hell – I was even at a Slayer concert once upon a time in LA where the crowd collapsed in on itself because there were just sooo many people – but even then everyone treated each other as a fellow fan – but more importantly than that – a fellow human being – and that is where we have a problem in Germany. Germans don’t seem to treat each other with the same level of respect that they themselves would expect. The whole do unto others thing was seemingly never taught during childhood. Maybe this disassociation towards fellow human beings was displayed to even a greater audience during WWII, anyway – that’s just a theory. Maybe they’re just scared.

So at 12.30pm MF Doom was meant to play and I was (regardless of the pushiness of the place) right at the front waiting, and waiting, and waiting…whilst listening to a German hip-hop DJ on the wheels of steel. It wasn’t that he sucked, it was just that I didn’t want to hear some semi-ok DJ playing tunes I didn’t particularly like or want to listen to. Well, at some point after all the pushiness, over seemingly nothing, had got to me to a point where I could no longer handle it, I left the front of the crowd and resigned myself towards the back where I waited with a few friends for MF Doom to show up. By this point it was 1.00am. We had another beer and waited until around 1.45am at which point I just couldn’t be jacked anymore – my time is worth more to me than being dicked around by some asshole promoter or artist and I bailed. There were, in typical German fashion, zero announcements given that he would be late – basically no communication whatsoever (communication is not one of this EU member’s strong-points). God – it is just so freaking typical of this place it drives me mad – I’m sure it wouldn’t if I was buried deep in the same ignorance as the locals here,  but no such luxury for me. If someone is running late, then people who payed for a ticket need to be made aware of this, 30euros for this shit was a joke. Not too mention they’re one-way tickets so you have to stay at the place and wait for the artist if you want to see them, as soon as you leave you cannot get back in 🙁

So never, ever again – no matter what – will I ever pay a single cent to Astra, and I will be telling anyone that wants to listen (even those that don’t) about what a piece of shit place this really is. Talk about a crap organized school disco – because that is exactly what it is – albeit with a shitty sound system not quite capable for the size of the place. Wake up Berliners, there are better ways than this – it has been proven the world over.

So up yours Astra!!