Monthly Archives: August 2015

First day of school in Germany, take 2

Starting our year of homeschooling today was like a kick-off meeting for a big project: give them a little information, get them engaged, show them a plan, have them leave the room excited. Start and end on time. And as … Continue reading

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The importance of turning back

In the first draft of my memoir, which I left behind in the States because it has a bad energy objects sometimes can, I began with a scene from 1993 that traces the start of my career to its source, … Continue reading

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Cooking French in southern Germany

Competitive beer drinking season has started here in the south of Germany, or maybe never ended, and I celebrated today with a traditional Bavarian lederhosen purchase, made from real cow hide if we’re translating it right, and I look nothing … Continue reading

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What makes High Baroque high?

Hi, Is a great way to start a corporate email to someone you’re pissed off at but don’t want to sound it. We sat outside with a glass of Riesling in the afternoon watching the people go by at a … Continue reading

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The Cryptogram post

Wolf prepares the Käse Spaetzle by himself in the kitchen while his partner Bernd smokes handrolled cigarettes out by the barn, even though we insist he smoke where Eberhard does, in the dining area. Mom worries about their relationship, how … Continue reading

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The problem with the Internet is it never turns off

I had to watch myself on Skype last night, which was hard. The beard’s gotten so long it gets in the way of my food, I get moustache hairs in my meat which feels barbaric — and unemployed now for … Continue reading

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The logic of the bells

I turn like a rotisserie chicken every quarter hour in bed, with a window angled open toward the church up the street and the bells tolling every 15 minutes, and I wonder if they’re live bells or triggered by some … Continue reading

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