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So, I bought this particular pair of Bluetooth headphones awhile back – sometime last summer. I have no idea how much I paid for them. However, I paid 15.99€ each for two backup sets at the outbreak of the Covid-19 Crisis because I was worried that if this pair broke (and they will, one […] Since I’ve been spending more time at home, I’ve been spending more time looking at my things – and I realize now that I actually have very little representing the Berlin that I live in. “With New Eyes” is a notable exception: back on October 29, 2011, I took a tour of Berlin’s hot […] Monday morning, I went for my (now) usual morning constitutional – leaving home at 06:00, back around 07:30. The goal is to get my 10,000 steps in while the streets are deserted. There is a careful dance early in the morning – people take detours in order to avoid each other – whether a […] We stopped in Mid Yell for the obvious photo. Traveling south from Unst to the “mainland” (the Shetland Island’s largest island), one crosses Yell, and past “Mid-Yell” – a shameless photo-opt ensued. This was one of the narrower roads that we drove on — not the narrowest. Every so often there were passing […] Saturday, before Book of Mormon, I headed over toward Brick Lane for the Alternative London tour – which is, basically, a tour of Brick Lane focusing on street art and graffiti. The tour is done on a donation basis – at the end of the tour you tip what you think the tour was worth. […] It’s Harvey Milk Street! I’m currently in San Diego – here to see some ex-expatriates who used to live in Berlin – but also to have me time. Indiana is always a minefield for me – a good minefield, but a minefield nevertheless. Despite having moved away from Bloomington some 8 years ago, I […]
Spot something out of place here? […] Sorry about my silence the last weekend, but the sun came out and, consequently, I went out. I’ve gone for a number of long walks out into the country side, and then in the evenings I’ve either been plum tuckered out, or, like last night, I went over to a friend’s place to hang out […] I called Mom today. As I often want to do, when I call her, I remind her of all the terrible things that happened to me during my childhood in Denver, trying to lay blame for everything wrong in my life at her feet. Today was no different. “Mom,” I started. “I can’t believe you […] |
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