the realization of the day has produced a facepalm of epic proportions. three years after having finished my master thesis ... i just now became aware that the harry potter-series is actually presbyterian.
in mathematical terms, i fail at 1+1=2.
the realization of the day has produced a facepalm of epic proportions. three years after having finished my master thesis ... i just now became aware that the harry potter-series is actually presbyterian.
in mathematical terms, i fail at 1+1=2.
frühling lässt sein blaues band wieder flattern durch die lüfte ... der mond bald blink, der mond bald blass, der mond als runde zähre! -- mörike feat. holzthough i enjoyed this year's winter immensely, it was about time for spring to come round. it's a spring day and night here in leipzig.
we’ve all done it at one point in our lives. regardless whether the receiving end was a parent, a neighbour, a friend in kiddiegarden, a teacher or someone from telly or the silverscreen. we’ve all, at one point in our lives, worshipped the ground that someone tread on. it doesn’t matter whether that time lasted a moment, a day, weeks, years, … it doesn’t matter who it is that we’re feeling so excited about. a child’s teddy bear can become the ruler of the universe just like the greatest folk-hero that n/ever lived. but: where does this need for hero worship come from? what are its limits and failings? what its benefits? 
in celebration of international women's day, here are four portraits of women from my family. my great-great-grandmother singer, my great-great-grandmother trültzsch and her daughters, johanne and gertraud, my great-grandmother and great-aunt respectively. when these four ladies were born, women in germany had not yet acquired the right to vote!
the work for equality for women is not over yet. not by a long shot. but! this country has sure come a long way since 1919.
here's to all the women of the world and their struggle for equality and a life in simple human decency.
the evening began with me starting to bother birgit with caps from starsky&hutch. she didn't complain. or, if she did, she didn't present a convincing front to the world in general and me in particular. and before you know it, one thing lead to another and we started fiddling around with the stills, tapping into each our creative sides. 
youtube is a great thing. it's a treasure trove for rare interviews, such as lita grey talking about her life and her marriage to charles chaplin. their relationship always fascinated me. they were such a completely different pair that their marriage always appeared as doomed from the start. especially, since she was twenty years younger and just short of 16 years old when she got pregnant for the first time. a shotgun wedding and two children later, the pair were throwing muck at each other and the world was left to wonder whatever they had seen in each other. whatever it was, there must have been love, too. 
last week, i attended a block seminar in the institute for eastern europe studies. our group consisted largely of students from the german department, a handful of students of eastern europe studies -- and me as the representative for the english department. the seminar was great; i learned a lot -- and in nine out of ten cases i had not a single clue what the others were talking about. talk of the whooshing sound of a topic going right over your head. they were a nice but scary bunch of phd-students. bouncing off cultural theories off each other as if they hadn't done anything else during the last ten years of their lives. scaaaaary!!! 
a few weeks back, major kindly provided a picture of her cardboard cut-out torino. i finally managed to take my camera along to my 
in honour of today's storm, i composed an ode upon a brave pigeon digging its little claws into a trusty birch twig and swaying with the whole tree against the stiff breeze.
grab your daffodils, hug a stranger and sing, sing, sing!
happy saint david's day!
we only got to meet a couple of times during my last visit to wales one year ago. but we clicked instantly and had a couple of animated conversations. this is how i will remember duncan tanner: 
frosty mid-winter is the most appropriate season for visiting the memorial. 
kindly invented by david starsky.
you are sorely missed!