Torsten is the frenetic, witty, sometimes juvenile, ex-trumpeter who runs Sp?t Schicht, a Sp?tshop on Bischoffsweg, roughly across the street from Cafe Ole.
Therefore, it goes without saying that he mostly greets me with a few banal conversational English tidbits (though he doesn’t speak English) before bringing up whatever manure my country has been tramping around in most recently.
A fave theme of his is the (translated) works of a Mr. Moore.
Octogenarian builds ghost town.
"And that's pretty nice in this day of high tech games and short attention spans."
It’s good have a little scratch again. I went out and got some rechargeable batteries for my {{popup guenther.jpg guenther 384×288}}digital camera.
They are being treated, as I never was, like toys a rich kid got for Christmas.
Who wrote that? Dresden’s most notable American former guest. No, not Lord Bishop. This dude.
You’d live in a cave–albeit with a modem to read my blog–to not know by now that Ronnie Raygun has gone off to the big Bedtime for Bonzo in the sky.
Aside from all this and that, I must admit I feel sadness. As a wee little child, Reagan was for me the next best thing to Superman. So strong, so charming, so good looking. As a grownup, I later learned other stuff, like this bit from a certain Hitchens.
But this blog is not the place to pass judgement. I do try very hard to keep this area clear of my own opinions. But as you mighta guessed, I am a fan of syncronicity and almanacs and the like. So instead here is what happened this weekend.
Over the weekend, the guys in blue overalls changed the doors. Then they changed the locks. On Monday, we couldn’t get in. Possibly, that could happen again Tuesday and Wednesday. UPDATE:
The lovely Miss Scheel informs me that:
lt. Herr K?hne ist das Schloss in D?R-274 wieder entfernt, sodass der Unterricht
in diesem Raum wieder gew?hrleistet ist. So there you go.
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It’s great to also have smaller groups like the one on Mondays. They’re a bit more advanced, and also have advanced fun. For example, today’s lesson. First we got locked out and went on classroom safari. Then we had a nice presentation, then we made matchstick rockets. Then we launched them.
Needless to say, we had a large time.
Oh yeah, there’s a written assignment too.
Some rockets just fizzled out while others flew over three meters horizontally.
Here’s a dandy little keypad game to tighten up your lowly data entry skills. Mom, get back to work.