As it turns out, Dresden has spoken. The Waldschl?sschenbr?cke will be built. The city has no money, but screw it. We’re going to rip the Elbauen a new one. It is indeed a marvel of engineering, yet oddly enough also an homage to Ray Kroc.

As a result, we’re gonna have even more traffic going down Stauffenbergallee. And furthermore, we’ll get a buttload more traffic on my street. While Waldschl?sschen might have a remote chance of developing a commercial gain out of this, my street will not be able to; there is simply not enough room to park. So this bridge will only bring us more traffic.

What beautiful snow we’ve had these days.
Just after the groundhog said it would be so,
The very next day on through the whole week
We cowered and cursed the dry subzero vibe.

Then, in the following week, the heavens
came to a conclusion. Wenn schon, denn schon.
And white and wet and everywhere between
came from up and eventually settled down.

It let up a bit on some days, but never retreated,
As at once we savoured the squeaking “urf urf”
below our heels, and then we found next a field
Of gelatinous dirtcold and open expanses of
a billion black orpaned bits of gravel.

Yesterday I went to visit Owen, and shortly
before his house (and knowing Rob and Chloe
And their silly dog were not ten minutes behind)
I saw the corner of the street to the house
blanketed in white wanna be snow,

Save the three or four sets of footprints
Leading to the house–I tried to guess
who they belonged to, and incorrectly
I might add. No deer were present.

I stomped out a word in the snow
In letters so large and right at the turn
you’d never miss it. A little message
To those who follow me.

Rob would be too simple,
And I can’t spell Chloe so I settled
With the name of there dog.
I shuffled round and spelled OLIVE.

With letters that big you won’t miss out
on the fact that olive is an anagram
for I LOVE. But nonetheless,
They didn’t see it.

Chloe made the excuse that when
She walks she does so like
A rhino, a head charge
full steam ahead. And don’t see nothing.

Or, maybe, with time those little
needles of snow were enough
to cover up my words. Either way,
It’s the story of my life.

Nice gig tonight. Oddly enough, at the start of the third set I got a killer cramp in my chord hand and that was all she wrote. It was all those dang barre chords that did me in. Imagine hitting one chord, then not being physically able to release your grip to move to the next one. Needless to say, the last set was fraught with boffed changes and clams. Crap. Must eat more bananas.

It’s the birthday of Samuel Pepys, one of the most remarkable characters in modern history.
Able to work his way up from poverty to a cushy upperclass job as Secretary to the Admiralty, he kept a brutally honest and insightful journal for over ten years. He wrote about the London fire, the plague, food, sleeping with his wife, and just about anything else that one might experience in the span of ten years.

It’s also my dad’s birthday, whose age I won’t give away; but I will tell you that I’m thirty and he’s thirty years older than me.

I would never have expected a guy like Hunter S. Thompson to take his own life, but sadly, he did.

Let it be known that all of your grades and stuff have been handed in.

Unfortunately, there seems to be a problem with the LSK lektor site. So you can’t see your grades online just yet. And don’t ask me, because I turned in all the records. Fortunately, the lovely Frau Scheel in all her goodheartedness said she would enter them in for me as soon as the system is working.

So keep checking back. Just not every five minutes, y’all.

Followup to the below post–

The artist responsible for the concrete block I mentioned in the entry below is none other than the illustrious Arthur Ganson, who just so happens to have some videos hosted a ebaumsworld.com. I particulary liked Cory’s Yellow Chair and Child Watching a Ball.

The German slang term for abacus is russicher Rechner. Russian Calculator. Of course, the abacus is not solely a product of Russia. They were present in ancient South America, and were also found in Greece and China. I’ve never personally seen an adept, but my math teachers in elementary and middle school oft told of Japanese excange students they encountered in their own studies who had–and usually mastered with blurring speed–such devices.

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PSB Rumor
Of course I can’t confirm any of this, but a source of mine tells me that Mayor Rossbach has invited the Pet Shop Boys to perform on the roof of a highrise in Dresden sometime this year.

The Onion AV club reviews Schultze Gets the Blues.

Woo-hoo!