Last night, the Boy and I attended the final performance of "Secondhand-Zeit. Das Ende des roten Menschen." at the Musikbrauerei.
Late summer, September, can be quite the delight!
#JERF #meatheals
For the #wearedeeplyfucked file, news about two women feigning concern for whales so that they have nicer views from their seaside mansions.
There was so much promise then.
What I know of the German composer Richard Wagner is what I skim of Wikipedia. But that can
A fabulous look at the artistry and business of music through the lens of a hit track.
I attended a lecture by multimedia artist Barbara Hammer and fretted over the little money in my wallet
I biked to Mitte to check out an exhibit at KOW featuring works by Jens Jensen, Barbara Hammer,
"We consider a woman's sexuality so linked to her physicality that for a woman to appear naked publicly
We argue over the meaning of life. What does this mean anyway?
I recall an article that I read some time ago that talked about the joy and intimacy of the mix tape. And you may remember, “High Fidelity” touched on this as well. In the movie version, John Cusack is struggling
The grass at least offers up 65 cents, which I pocket as a possible downpayment to a locksmith.
It’s a good life, Tammi. Quit your whining.
I am now the interim communications coordinator at the Water Integrity Network.
Even in the best of times, "foreign country" meant "planned long in
I love travel and can say, without a doubt, that window shopping
Black. Black people. Black people hair. Black people lips. Black people skin.