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- For somebody who generally dislikes people (except, of course, the people I like), I sure care an awful lot about what people think about me. I’d say it’s too much, but then how could I tell if I think it’s too much or if I’m just saying that cause people don’t like people who care too much about what people think.
- As of today, I have been alive 9573 days. Deb has been my significant other for 3759 of those days. 3759 is 9573 backwards. (And that’s almost 40% of my life.)
- Although I don’t like meeting new people, I find I have an easier time of it now than I used to, especially with people my own age. Some might attribute that to being older. I attribute it to being married.
- My brother deserves more credit than I give him; I’ve probably had more total hours of fun with him than with any other person. (Though Deb could pass him sometime after she gets past the 50% mark.)
- I’ve been to three continents, and of those I have not been to the only one I really have a desire to visit is South America. I blame all the Nazis in Argentina for that one. And Evita.
- Somehow I always end up in plays with male characters being played by female actors. Well, not always, but at least twice, and both times also involved my love life (or lack thereof): in tenth grade, of course, I was in Guys and Dolls, and a young woman who I’d had a crush on played Big Jule. More importantly, I met my wife thanks to my (minor) roll. In middle school, before I moved to Wisconsin, I was the villain in some Snidely Whiplash-type melodrama where the hero, who at one point had to disguise himself as a woman, was in fact played by a girl I had a crush on. Double cross-dressing neither contributed to nor diminished the crush.
I’m leaving Bonn/Koblenz for Hamburg tomorrow morning, and I’m happy for the change. Two months in less than ideal living quarters hasn’t been so bad–I’ve really enjoyed uninterrupted miles of trail along the Rhine for runs–but I’ll be glad to do something else for a week, and even happier to get back to Berlin.
I should not have had to go buy milk this morning. You see, German milk comes in two varities: fresh and nonperishable. The latter lasts for months if it’s not opened. And before I went to Freiburg, I put an unopened carton of nonperishable milk in the refrigerator.
Knowing this, I bought muesli but no milk yesterday, only to find this morning when I went to the refrigerator that the milk was half gone. And what was left did not smell very good. So I had to walk down the block to get some milk when I was already starving (ran 25km).
Stupid roommate. I’ll be so glad to go back to Berlin.
Sadly, my bags are packed not to head home, i.e. Berlin, or even home-home, i.e. Iowa, but to go to Freiburg to visit the military archives. And when I leave there, I will be going “home” to a home that isn’t even my home away from home, i.e. I’ll be coming back to Bonn. But then there’s only another week here, followed by a week in Hamburg, and finally back to Berlin.
On an unrelated note, I inadvertantly have begun to stockpile peanut butter.
I realize human beings are good at finding patterns even when they aren’t there, but there’s something strange going on around here (Bonn), and it’s this: puppies in pairs, or more. Sunday was a “more” day, and I saw a pack (a pack!) of golden retrievers, all with different owners. Then this morning I saw one beagle pup on my run, and one on my way to work. And on my way home, I saw one Scottisch terrier, and then two minutes later another one. What is going on?
A parade on Thursday last week, followed by one on Monday this week, can only mean one thing: Carnival!
That last link will give you the Wikipedia version of what Carnival is all about (the first two will take you to my photos of the festivities), but here’s my run down: it’s like Halloween, but not. Instead of just kids dressing up, almost everybody does. Instead of parading door to door asking for candy, people in the parade throw candy to you. Instead of it being a cool October evening, it’s a cold February day.
At least that’s how it works here in this part of Germany.
You can’t make this stuff up:
Dingle Foot, lawyer and socialist member of the House of Commons in London…
Emphasis mine. ‘Cause how can you not emphasize the name “Dingle Foot”?
I didn’t intend on this becoming a running blog, but since it’s one of the few things I do other than work and surf the net, I guess it only makes sense that I’d write about it. And if I’m going to write about it, I might as well make that writing useful. So, for instance, by mentioning here that I’m planning on running the Potsdam Castles Marathon (sorry, the site is only in German) on June 1 I have publicly committed myself to it. Which should hopefully increase the odds of it actually happening.
So in preparation I’ve already begun to build up mileage. Because–let’s be honest–I don’t only want to finish, I want a decent time. Ideally, 4 hours.
Anyway, with that preparation in mind I ran 18 miles on Saturday morning. Slow, but decent; I was looking for endurance, not speed. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I actually turned around at the border of the next state south, which is amusing because my favorite thing about my run back in Berlin (its own state) is that it takes me into Brandenburg.
But the point of me writing all of this wasn’t to brag about running to another state, or to announce my marathon intentions, but rather to report on the strange sight I witnessed on my way back: swans, standing in line after a few pedestrians, apparently waiting for a ferry to come back across the Rhine. And when I say swans, I mean giant swans.
Though I did not actually see them get on the ferry, I can only assume they thought the water too cold for a swim across. Or perhaps they were hoping to become the stars of a sequel to that instant classic, Snakes on a Plane.
I have two categories of underwear: underwear I will go running in and underwear I won’t go running in. The latter is made up of the pairs I bought here. Something about the material and the cut just doesn’t work for me.
I have three categories of runs: short, medium, and long. I don’t like going on short runs, which these days are anything under four or five miles. Why bother? Long runs are anything over ten miles; I try to do one of those a week. Yesterday’s was fifteen miles. In running underwear of course. Medium are, as you may have guessed, somewhere in between.
I just wanted to wish my dad a happy birthday! I would call him, but given the time zone thing and his insistence on going to work on his birthday, it just won’t work.
I hope it’s a good one (despite going to work)!
