A picture is worth a thousand words

As I sit here chewing on the fat I am wondering if it was true when my girlfriend said I could eat the thick piece of bacon raw. I ask the same question everytime we are there, but only today did i make the purchase to see what it is all about. It definitely didnt taste like I imagined raw bacon would taste, so maybe it is not raw thick bacon after all.
Biting the Stomach Bacon.Or, maybe raw bacon has tasted like this all along but people always cook it for some reason. It is times such as these that I am reminded of those times I used to eat full chickens in front of my fellow housemates/volunteers to scare them, or when I ate the steak that was bigger than my head.

Okay, gotta go spit the fat out, it is getting slimy. DOne.

I am now inspired after reading a good blog by 2 of my fellow housemates, possibly schwul, to include more photos in my blogs. I think it makes it more interesting and less boring. So starting just a few moments ago, and updating some recent events that I feel particularly pertinent to you, here goes nothing...

Aside from my recent eating of the meat, I cannot help but think of the recent events that happened in my immediate neighborhood, and just barely missed the local news. First there was the fire in the house across the street.

On the very same day that I was seemingly the only one to notice the blaze, there was a shark attack not far from here. I know what u are asking yourself, "were there any victims?", and the answer my friends is yes, however not the likely one.

The driver of the late 90's yellow and blue, decaled race car, and lone survivor of the accident being called an "attack" by the locals was reached for just a few comments. According to him, "in that last glimmer of his eye, he(the shark) said "Hey Richard man, enjoy your dinner!" " Scientists from around the globe called it a turning of the tides, no pun intended I am sure, but the majority agreed that this is bound to happen as more and more weak-jawed sharks made out of plastic start walking the streets.
After the shark was attacked by the car, I thought it couldn't get any crazier that day. But I think u all know where this is heading, it did! As the crowds dwindled and life began to return to normal, the unthinkable happened. I inched closer and closer to the window, leaned over the window sill, and BAMMMM!

Two lemon colored autos parked right next to each other. After that I couldnt handle anymore shocks so I had to lay down for a bit.

Sweet Water Farms

I remember the days back on the farm when the great potatoe first fell to the ground. Actually, I guess it was still a large peanut back then, but whatever u want to call it does not change the fact that potatoes have changed my life.

Something from my childhood is coming to me now as I think about all the potatoes in my life, and that is the fact that I think I either learned, heard, or saw that you can conduct electricty with potatoes. Not sure why I am thinking this, I just have an image of a potatoe with wires going into it in my mind right now.

The potato shack, as I will call it here, seemed to have caught fire sometime recently in the mean streets of old town. I saw the burned out little area where millions and millions of potatoe products, mostly pommes have been boiled in fat and sold. I wonder if the potatoe place will make a valliant return after they fix that place. I wrote a note to the city office suggesting they erect some kind of a potatoe monument there. I was thinking a silverback gorilla sized male potato cast in copper. Of course, this would ideally be outside on the walking zone so the possibility remains for another potatoe product selling place to get in there, just like a hermit crab switching shells.

Well the blog turned from sweet water to potatoes, but that is really no surprise now is it? Also, yesterday or the day before I saw dog poo with corn. First I thought, "weird that someone is feeding their dog corn". My second thought was that I guess that makes at least 2 mammals that are not seemingly digesting/breaking down full corn kernels. Now, I am not sure what other pets Indians(native Americans) had besides dogs, but I actually only imagine it was them and their dogs. Oh yeah horses, but maybe horses were just for the plains indians. The point is, how in the crud did learning how to grow corn from the indians save the lives of the famous pilgrims of American folklore? It certainly doesn't seem to be providing any nutrients to the body. Probably we will never know what happened, but at least Thanksgiving came out of it and they made other dishes besides corn on the cob on that fateful day. Turkey, yummy.

A few funny translations

This will be short.
I thought a funny word in German is the word for gums. As in Bleeding Gums Murphy. Or, as in the place where your teeth are stuck into. So the word is das Zahnfleisch. Zahn=tooth. Fleisch= meat. Toothmeat. Sounds gross to me.


The only other one I can think of right now is for fresh water, that u would find in a lake or river, as in the opposite of the saltwater found in the oceans.
das Suesswasser----Suess=sweet, wasser=water, obviously. Saltwater is simply Salzwasser, so no fun there.

I have definitely come across more, but will have to add those as I recall them. Peace in the Southeast( of PA)

Rain rain on my face..

Well, it appears as though the summer I am living in Deutschland is the worst weather ever. This is true at least when compared to the normal idea of summer- sun, heat, blue skies. Sure we have had some nice days here and there, but I would say overall it has been very unsummerlike. At least it is not snowing.
As I have not updated this blog recently I can try to think what is new. Hmm. Well, something that isn't new is that the cashier ladies still are getting the best of me. I have come to realize that customers can only improve up to a certain level when it comes to the speed of checkout, bagging, and payment. Upon some serious self inspection, I do believe that I have gotten a bit faster in bagging my goods and getting rid of some heavy change, but I think I have reached terminal velocity.

Aside from that I have finished a watercolor painting that was sketched out sometime when I was either volunteering or working at ACE Tomato Co. Spies Like Us anyone? That reminds me, I think there is a covert agent in my Deutsch course. He seems to speak a number of tongues fluently, and pretends he doesn't speak English at all. I do not buy it for a second though, but I won't let him know that I am onto him. Not until I really know what he is worth to his country of origin anyway.

Don't have much else to say except that the people around here are so sad looking. I wonder what their reasons are for walking around everyday if they really feel how they look. Perhaps if we get a real dose of summer, people will get a little more vitamin D in their system. To anyone out there with a like problem, I can only say, buck up little camper.

Also, today a completed a drawing of 3 sheep eating grass around a tree in the back of my German notebook.

1 Sentence Updates

1. Since the day of the Jahninselfest I am "completely and utterly alone." - Lydia from Beetlejuice- Some city in the Asian Pacific region took my girlfriend for 2 weeks, and I won't let it happen again.
2. It rained for a straight week.
2.5. New bathroom window.
3. I performed an early morning rescue of a snail on a sidewalk, probably saving its awesome slithering life.
4. A lot of gym.
4. Some art.
5. Some job search research.
6. Learning German, of course.
7. Tofu.
8. Haircut.
9. Killed a lot of bugs in here, but I think the snail rescue evens everything out.
10. And a life move.

In closing, I'd like to say that 2 guys at the late night gym tonight were sporting what seemed to be concentration camp pants. And, luckily it was late as I said, so not too many people there to annoy me, but one dude was talking on a phone the whole time he worked out.