Ein bisschen Gold und SIlber, ein bisschen Glitzer Glitzer

"Habt ihr nichts zu fressen hier?
Ich will Pizza!
Deine Mutter hat gesagt
'trag nicht so viel dreck rein!'
Auf dem Foto in der Kuche sieht sie aus wie Katja Ebstein."

My favorite chorus from the most popular Deichkind song (Remmi Demmi (Yippie Yippie Yeah)). I blogged about them before, and posted the song that these lyrics are from. Well, I'm pleased to announce that I trekked 251km to Würtzberg and spent a night in a youth hostel (not the scary Eastern European kind; a really nice one!) to see them perform. And what a performance.

I think I can safely say that it was the best musical performance I've been to. There was so much energy coming out of these guys it was incredible. A rap/techno band that doesn't, I imagine, isn't much to see. However, resplendent in LED pyramid hats, and crowd-surfing rafts these guys took this warehouse by storm (and it was in this warehouse called the Posthalle (which is a post office warehouse-turned-music hall).

They even did a remix of their song Voodoo using the words from the song, but the beat from Justin Timberlake's Sexyback. Both songs came out in 2006 so it's anyone's guess if either inspired the other. Though Timberlake is much more popular throughout the world; and unless he's a fan of German techno/rap... I'm just sayin'.

Regardless, it was good. We even met this group of German people (who weren't shady!) that we partied with afterwords.

Now, I'm sitting in my room at 23:11 on a Saturday night because this shitty curry contraption I cooked made me sick! I'm supposed to go out to this Russian disco club called KGB (I've been there before, and loved it); but I had to cut out of that. It's been so hard to get a group together to go, that I'm gonna give myself until 23:30 to get better, and see if I want to go then; but I'm not betting money on it.



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Zuruck zu die Schule

Tomorrow I'm back off to school, and I can't wait. The winter break was fun at the beginning; but soon became boring mainly because most everyone was gone. However, I managed to finish alot of reading; but not so much homework otherwise. Whatever...

I also have a trip through Scandinavia planned in February or March. Goin' to see the family's old stompin' grounds all those generations ago.

If you like The Office, and you speak German, you'll love this: Stromberg

Well... I like the Office and speak German, I also like it, but I hate the main actor who plays Stromberg. I don't think he's subtle enough for the type of comedy it is. He can learn alot from Ricky Gervais, and Steve Carell. They also speak really fast.

Whelp! I'm off to bed. Gute Nacht!

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Drittes Video

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Türkische Bettlerinnen, und Bibelverkäufer

There's a certain type of beggar in Germany, that I thought was limited to Berlin (being the only place I've seen this type of beggar). They look just like a regular, middle-class Turkish woman, only they come up to you with paper in hand and ask you for money (or to buy something) for their baby. They're often carrying the baby, and the paper is written in various languages in case they come across someone who doesn't understand them.

The oddest part is that they have nice clothing, and purses, and new baby carriages and everything! They're far from the denizens of the Downtown East Side. I want to know what's really going on with them. I almost want to ask why they're doing this; but that's a little patronizing, and I guarantee you that they wont give a shit, and simply move on.

Regardless, I had two of them come up to me today (I thought they were asking for directions). The first one surprised me, as I didn't know they were in Freiburg; the second one I just walked past with a simple "es tut mir leid" (sorry, but a real sorry, not the fake "excuse me" sorry that we Canadians use). Not to sound cold, but if you dress better than I do, then I just don't give a shit. If you're legit, then sell your purse, or your makeup to buy things for your kid.

Of course I don't know the full story, so all I have are reactionary thoughts.

Then I get this guy phoning me from the lobby asking me if I speak Italian 'cause my name's Italian. I told him no, and it sounded like it blew his mind. What he was doing was wanting to talk to people about bibles in Italian, and he said he was phoning all the Italians. I told him the same thing I told both Turkish beggar-ladies and wished him a good evening.

Sometimes people rig the door downstairs so that it's open, and they can easily come back in, but I'm always the jerk that makes sure it locks, for the very reason of bible-salesmen running around the building. We had Jehovah's Witnesses in here a month ago, and they woke me up at the door so they could speak to my French room-mate.

Bible salesmen... As if Christianity wasn't wide-spread enough! I mean, I'm not gonna turn this into a rant against Christianity, simply to say that you won, man! I'd sooner lend an ear to a Pagan preacher; At least you know that guy's gotta work hard! But Christians? Nah, sorry. Everyone in Germany's within walking distances to, around, 8 churches, why do they need door-to-door salesmen? The bells that wake me up every morning do a hell of a better job.

Regardless, I was glad that all the shops were open today; I now have food... Delicious food.

Tschüß!

Langweilig

German boxing days are boring. Everything's closed. I'm hoping things are open tomorrow, 'cause they're sure as hell closed on Sunday!

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Weihnachten!

It's Christmas mornin' and all the presents were opened (past-tense passive), and are in the process of being enjoyed (present-tense passive). I wanted to thank everyone who sent me stuff.

I also went on a trip last weekend to England and Frankfurt. Here's the photo album, and here's one of my trip to Warhammer World while in England. There's some photos I want to rotate, and organize and junk; but Flickr's a bit of a bitch and will only let me do so much per month unless I pay for an account. They can go eff themselves.

Tschüss! Frohe Weihnachten!

A message from the collection of all human knowledge

Tschüß