A lot of people are probably expecting more about the everyday life of Chris in the west of Europe. Well, the masses have spoken, so let me just regale the many many readers out there far and wide with the latest weekend.
Once the week was out, 1pm for those keeping track at home, I hit the gym, lifted some weights into the air, and generally got sweaty with a bunch of dudes. For my evening activity, I cuddled up for my normal Friday viewing of Brokeback Mountain(thank you Ang Lee, it´s about time!). I still wasn´t tired enough to hit the sack(go to bed for u foreigners out there) so I slipped in the first DVD of Queer as Folk. Let´s just say I am probably not gonna watch the rest of the series.
Still with the taste of throw up in my mouth, I made my way to the bakery Saturday morning. The cool air, and the Van Morrison playing into my ears reminded me of the Cape, and The Men. A good, and much needed follow up to the previous nights gayness. Just so we are clear, I am not using gay in a offensive way, that is just the only adjective I can think of to describe it all. That, and homosexual just has to many syllables in it for me to include in my everyday repertoir.
On my return home, something manly wafted through the air. Eggs, fried, bacon, potatoes. I set down the soft, fresh buns that I had retrieved and held so securely yet tenderly on the walk home. I couldn´t imagine a better way to answer back to such a "gay" night. If that wasn´t enough, dinner consisted of a bunch of beans(you choose) a banana wrapped in a chicken breast, wrapped in bacon. After devouring all the cooked food, I went on to throw the two chicken carcasses, that I had surgically removed the chicken breasts from earlier, into the oven. When that was done, I naturally devoured all that too. I forget Sunday, but I am sure it was delicious in general.
So there is a little of the deutsches Leben, like anything it has its ups and downs, depending on your sexual orientation, and I recommend it highly.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Where Were You???
I remember there was a US president who perhaps coined the phrase, "a day that will live in imfamy..." And some words probably came before that phrase and after it. As the recipient of a History minor at the university level, I shamedly admit I am not sure to which event it refers, but I think when the Japanese crazies kamikazeed Pearl Harbor, and I think the president therefore must have been Roosevelt, the one who couldn´t walk, not the oxymoronic avid hunter who loved nature so much as to not only kiil and eat many an animal, but also established many national parks. Long sentence, huh? Yes Yes I know. Again, that seemingly historical factoid may also be discovered to be untrue.
When FDR made his (fireside?) speech, he got it right. Every American knows that it happened, and our parents probably even remember the date and where they were. Me? Sometimes I wanna call that day "D Day", but i know that is not true. The point here is, did he say "date" or "day"?? Because while I know of the day, I am not sure of the date, but having the well trained mind of a history minor, I wanna say June 6. Maybe December 6th actually, the former being D Day. (The wheels are turning now.)
I guess I meant G-parents when I was talking about WWII, depending on your age. As for me and other members of the Y Generation(Why?), the big day of infamy in my life so far has been what people are calling 9/11. Now there is a date that will definitely go down in infamy, namely because its name is the date. Very straightforward. Personally, I don´t always remember the year even, unless, like this morning, I remember back to that day. I can remember from my youth my parents explaining the exact details of where they were when JFK was assassinated, or when people landed on the moon. I think most people of that generation also can tell you exactly where they were when his little bro, Robert, suffered the same fate. That remembrance may just be, however, a little overflow from the immense love people had for his brother.
I cannot say the day of the week, but it was definitely a week day because I know I was in my freshman year intensive Chinese class, which met for an ungodly amount of time per week, and at an ungodly hour, as far as college is concerned anyway. 8:50 am everyday for 2 hours. The first thing I recall of the day is being on my way back to New South, my dorm, and catching bits of conversation from passersby hinting at the news that something had gone down somewhere in the world. Next, I found out, somehow, what exactly happened. I think at first the news reported it was a bomb. I followed some poeple to the top of the neighboring student housing complex where we watched the smoke rising from the pentagon. I remember people had trouble getting in touch with their parents because of overloaded mobile phone servers. As a late cell phone owner, it was not yet a concern of mine, but I remember it nonetheless. I remember the ROTC stdents in their army stuff performing some roll, maybe telling us not to leave our dorms. They thought there were car bombs randomly located all over Washington, DC. At least for that day, and maybe some days to follow, the thing that stuck out in my mind was the utter lack of commercial planes flying overhead. There was a fair share of military choppers hovering of course, and maybe some fighter jets, but once that died down the lack of noise pollution was very clear to me. If you hva elived in that area, you know what I mean.
If anyone made it to the end of this long arsch blog, please share in a sentence or 2 where u were, I am interested to know. Tune in tomorrow to hear about my secret beard!
When FDR made his (fireside?) speech, he got it right. Every American knows that it happened, and our parents probably even remember the date and where they were. Me? Sometimes I wanna call that day "D Day", but i know that is not true. The point here is, did he say "date" or "day"?? Because while I know of the day, I am not sure of the date, but having the well trained mind of a history minor, I wanna say June 6. Maybe December 6th actually, the former being D Day. (The wheels are turning now.)
I guess I meant G-parents when I was talking about WWII, depending on your age. As for me and other members of the Y Generation(Why?), the big day of infamy in my life so far has been what people are calling 9/11. Now there is a date that will definitely go down in infamy, namely because its name is the date. Very straightforward. Personally, I don´t always remember the year even, unless, like this morning, I remember back to that day. I can remember from my youth my parents explaining the exact details of where they were when JFK was assassinated, or when people landed on the moon. I think most people of that generation also can tell you exactly where they were when his little bro, Robert, suffered the same fate. That remembrance may just be, however, a little overflow from the immense love people had for his brother.
I cannot say the day of the week, but it was definitely a week day because I know I was in my freshman year intensive Chinese class, which met for an ungodly amount of time per week, and at an ungodly hour, as far as college is concerned anyway. 8:50 am everyday for 2 hours. The first thing I recall of the day is being on my way back to New South, my dorm, and catching bits of conversation from passersby hinting at the news that something had gone down somewhere in the world. Next, I found out, somehow, what exactly happened. I think at first the news reported it was a bomb. I followed some poeple to the top of the neighboring student housing complex where we watched the smoke rising from the pentagon. I remember people had trouble getting in touch with their parents because of overloaded mobile phone servers. As a late cell phone owner, it was not yet a concern of mine, but I remember it nonetheless. I remember the ROTC stdents in their army stuff performing some roll, maybe telling us not to leave our dorms. They thought there were car bombs randomly located all over Washington, DC. At least for that day, and maybe some days to follow, the thing that stuck out in my mind was the utter lack of commercial planes flying overhead. There was a fair share of military choppers hovering of course, and maybe some fighter jets, but once that died down the lack of noise pollution was very clear to me. If you hva elived in that area, you know what I mean.
If anyone made it to the end of this long arsch blog, please share in a sentence or 2 where u were, I am interested to know. Tune in tomorrow to hear about my secret beard!
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