Thursday, November 27, 2008

Ich bereite mich auf Snowboarding vor

I bought a new snowboard jacket! I needed one anyways, my old one back home in Vancouver is kinda lame. Tomorrow I buy pants!

I'm pretty psyched to be getting ready for snowboarding. It makes the winter season feel complete. Plus, how sick will it be to snowboard in Europe? I'm thinkin' the Swiss and (get this) FRENCH alps. Oh yeah. It'll be sweet!



On another note, here's a picture of this special Weihnachts Bier that I just finished now (at 4pm! Go Europe!). It's no Granville Island Winter Ale (which I miss, and will have to wait until NEXT WINTER to quaff some), but it's still pretty good. And it's a swing-top!


Note the glass next to it, which is not only full of the delicious Bräu, but has a little flat part at the bottom of the stem which is not only to stabilize the glass while standing, but also catches the excess beer that happens to run down the side due to careless pouring! MY DESK IS CLEAN!

Tschüss!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Weihnachtsmarkt

Weihnacht is what they call Christmas over here in Germania, and I have to say they do Christmas here in style.

Though I have my Christmases where I "grinch" it up (for lack of a less lame term), I think deep down I like Christmas for the reason that it's this big special event, and it makes you feel like you're a part of something that isn't around long enough for you to get used to (and thus bored with it). I think a lame part of getting older is when the last week of December comes and all the Christmassy stuff goes down and people start getting excited about the New Year, and you think to yourself "Yeah, it's about the right time for all that holly to come down." But on the plus side, getting older means you can drink, and vote and stuff. Really, what I'm getting at is: being a kid sucks.

But seriously, Zie Germans really know how to do Christmas.

The Weihnachtsmarkt is literally Christmas-market, and it's a month-long festival in Freiburg where they have three or four Plätze (town squares (plural) is one meaning, and the one I'm going for here) with booths set up that serve stuff like Glühwein, Waffeln, Bratwurst, and Crêpes; as well as nick-nacks, and plates and stuff (you know, all those toys you see and read about in old Christmas stories, that are pretty much wooden cars, and horses and junk). It's all very storybook like, and typically European.

I sometimes wonder though, if it is typically European, they just want us to think that it is, or they've believed our hype so much that they do think it's typically European as opposed to typically, oh let's say, 19th century.

I kid, but really I love it. A bunch of friends and I went there on opening night and drank Glühwein (a hot, spiced wine that, I assume, is the same as mulled wine, even though I've never had it before), and ate Waffeln (use your heads to translate that one). It was very nice, and very festive, and they even had an outdoor ice skating thing, that caused us Canadians to chuckle a bit at the skating skills of the South Germans. I mean, not everyone can have national sports sponsored by national donut chains, can they?

But, like everything the Germans do, it all seemed really earnest, and really fun, and I really can't wait to go back, and enjoy it again! I even have a Glühwein mug to remember the night from!

Tschüss!

P.S. Upon further translation; yes, Glühwein does mean mulled wine.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Zweites Video



The part of the video that it's frozen upon right there↑ has got to be the worst picture of me ever! If anyone knows how I can change the 'frozen scene' that starts every YouTube video, lemme know.

There have been sentiment expressed that seeing videos of me is "weird", as I'm talking to you, but you can't interact with me, and I'm approx.... Um... Alot of kilometers away. Well too bad! You can always phone me to respond to my videos, eh? EH?! If you don't mind spending many, many dollars to do so... It's free for me to get calls.

Tschüss!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Krawall und Remmidemmi!

One more thing before I go to bed:



This is a song that they play in every club/dance/party I've gone to here. It's called Remmidemmi (which means racket), and it's by Deichkind (which can mean many things but a few are dike child, levee child, embankment child (you get the idea)). They're a techno/rap band, who have comedic lyrics. They ranked pretty highly in a German-wide music contest that promotes German only music. They're also catchy as hell. This song's pretty hilarious I'll try and translate:

Your parents are at a tennis tournament
You're having a party? How nice of you
Impulsive People know no borders
Throw the furniture out the window
We need space for dancing

Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket

A little gold and silver
a little bling-bling
Don't you have anything to eat here?
I want pizza!
Your mother said "Don't track in so much dirt!"
In the photo in the kitchen she looks like Katja Ebstein

Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket

We're dancing on the tables
The atmosphere's godawful
I'll go naked
In the pool can one refresh himself
Your dad's speakers I'll take into the Sauna
I'll make a drink with the House Bar
And then I'll crank it louder

Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket
Yippie Yippie Yeah Yippie Yeah Riot and Racket

(I don't know the first line to this one...)
We want only what's experienced
Private(?) with rich parents
what pretty things can give (or) what pretty things can we get.


Tschüss!

EDIT: Edited for actual words... There were a few lines that I got wrong.

Halt den Mund!

Dear drunk guy yelling outside my window:

Shut up!

Tschüss!

Dinge

It's been two weeks since I've updated. Sorry to have left y'all hangin'.

The two weeks were taken up with normal life at this point, as the beginning of school, and indeed the beginning of my stay here, has ended and now we're just what I like to call: "normalcy".

The stress of residence permits, cleaning, making my room amenable, registering for classes, and getting used to the city, has subsided and now I find myself in just a regular week, with regular school, and regular shopping days. Hell, even laundry has ceased to be a challenge!

But fret not, normalcy does not entail mundanity. For a long time I've longed for the simple comforts that I experience by living alone. Getting up, making breakfast, going to school with a coffee or (on Mondays when the new issue of Der Spiegel comes out) with the intention of getting a coffee. Something as simple (or... Normal) as going about my day has a special novelty to it. The novelty that ultimately here in Germany (being in Europe adds to this) I'm ultimately on my own. I have friends here (including a slowly growing array of German friends), but I don't have anyone to cook for me (unless you count La Cucina, the delightful Italian restaurant at the Hauptbahnhof), no one to clean stuff for me, nuttin'!

It's nice.

Take this for instance, I have a busy day of seemingly unexciting activities, that I actually can't wait to start. The day involves laundry, cleaning, homework, and reading. All of which can be done uninterrupted by anything other than the completion of a dry-cycle, or my never-ending need for food.

In other reports I'm not as down on my living situation as I was before. I guess I'm still going through the phase where I'm not fully adjusted to my living space, but I'm sure I will be.

What I mean is that towards the end of the summer in Vancouver, I was pretty excited for life in a student dorm, not knowing that the Stusie student dorm that I live in isn't like your typical residence, but more like an apartment. With no windows in your kitchen (or indeed any way for smoke to get out). In the far beginning I wanted this, not knowing how much fun all my UBC friends were having in their dorms.

In hindsight I should have chosen another one as my preference, or at the very least not signed the lease, and just dealt with the bureaucratic quagmire that would have resulted from me asking the Studentenwerk for a new place; but I was naïve, and just wanted to get my European experience started.

In comparison many of the other student dorms here are much more social. They have communal kitchens and common rooms where the students of the floor converge and have the typical dorm life that you see on American TV.

As I said before, my place is like an apartment with no living room. Just two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a washroom.

I've decided to treat it just as a living/working space. I've given up on meeting people here in my residence; because of the strange way it's set up it's almost impossible.

I'm going to write a letter to the professor next year who will come with this program and tell him to somehow finangle a way to get the CYF some rooms in the more communal parts of the Stusie ('cause there are a few four bedroom apartments). Or at the very least let me do a write-up about what you can expect when coming into the Stusie. 'Cause I sure as heck had no idea...

Tschüss

P.S. I'm gonna be doing some letter-writing today. For those of you who sent me your address, sweet! For those of you who haven't, get on that!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Ich hasse Wäscherei tun

Almost without fail something happens when I go do my laundry. Something terrible.

The first time I didn't know that I had to buy Waschmünze (washer tokens); and the second time I didn't know that you also had to buy separate Trocknermünze (dryer tokens), thus I had soggy clothes litter my room spreading their musk of wet infused with detergent.

Thirdly, all the dryers were taken up, leaving me with wet clothes. Oh, don't be fooled the clothes inside were finished, but the owners were surprisingly absent. Hours went by, and still no one came to fetch the finished clothes. Not wanting to discharge them from the drying capsule for fear of retribution from the owners (whenever they decided to show).

Fourthly, I was in a rush, but could easily finish a load of laundry. After I thought the laundry had finished drying I came downstairs to find (in horror) that I had selected a strange, mystical, dry setting that strangely added an extra hour. This would not do, I said, and began to change the dry cycle not knowing that doing that invalidates the current dry cycle, and demands more Trocknermünze. Trocknermünze I didn't have. Now I, once again, had wet clothes, though this time a little dryer than before.

All of this misfortune is aided by the fact that the only place you can buy these Münze is called the 'Service-Point' and despite being just downstairs from my home it's startlingly inconvenient. They're only open one hour a day, around 7pm.

This brings us to my current dilemma. I don't have clean socks. None. You see, I foresaw this, and decided to do laundry yesterday. Only, the machine ate my Waschmünze. Both of them. No problem, I'll go to the Service-Point. It's around 7pm! I go... They're closed because of some stupid technical problem, even though I have cash to buy the Münze, and the transaction requires no electronic middleman.

So, here I sit. Sock less, after just being invited out to dinner at around 7pm (the opening time of the Service Point, if that fact needed reminding).

Germany... Beautiful. Vast. Inconvenient.

Tschüss