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Paternal Wisdom: No longer applicable

It’s occurred to me that two pieces of wisdom given to me from my Father, in my youth, no longer apply.

First, I can distinctly remember my Father explaining to me that one important life goal is to save enough money that one can live off of the interest.

This is an impossible goal at […]

Two things that are annoying about America

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve had a lot more interactions with Americans than I normally do, and I was reminded of two things that I find annoying about the States.

First, the drinking age is 21. I cannot think of a single good logical reason for this to be so.

Second, health insurance […]

Upholding Tradition: the TQEQE 2011 at Maxbar in Köln

I’m back in Berlin recovering from the 2011 Whiney Expatriate Blogger Meet-Up, which was held in Cologne this year.

The 2011 WEBMU was fantastic and I heartily thank our fantastic hosts for putting together a very nice program that included lots of beer, a nice tour of the city, and a lot more beer.

As […]

Party Notes, Beverages

Here’s the beverage situation at home, with respect to my party:

Beer:

Flensburger: Started with 3, 3 consumed, 0 left. Lösch-Zwerg: Started with 4, 2 consumed, 1 left. Büble Bier: Started with 3, 1 consumed, 2 left. Becks: Started with 6, 5 consumed, 1 left. Berliner Kindl Weisse (Raspberrry): Started with […]

On the road, again… Again!

I will soon be taking a trip to the very first German city I ever spent the night in—as I recall. It is also the place I drank so much that I puked—one of two times I have ever been that drunk. It was also the only place I’ve ever been drunk and puked in […]

Das Pfand

Growing up in Colorado, I had no exposure to “deposits”—that small sum of money that paid for each can or bottle of pop. I only encountered deposits when I headed east to visit my grandparents in New York.

For my Grandmother it was religion—making sure that cans and bottles were carefully tracked and then returned […]

Weimar Love

One of my colleagues recently announced that he and his family are going to move to Weimar.

Curiously this announcement caused somebody to tell him that Weimar was the worst place one could possibly chose to live because, get this, there aren’t very many bars in Weimar. He should know: he’s been to all of […]

Dinner at Perlin

Friday night I met Snooker for dinner at a charming little wine bar named Perlin.

Being American, we arranged to meet extremely early at 6:30. I had picked the time under the vague impression that we could have dinner and that afterwards I would go out dancing and have a late night. Unfortunately our agreed […]

Snail Talk

A year or so ago, I picked up Stephen Clarke’s book, A Year in the Merde. It was an amusing take exploring how an Englishman spent his year living in France, dealing with the peculiarities that come with the French setting.

Although I enjoyed the book, I never felt like buying the sequels to the […]

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