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
The German military wanted to know if literature could predict future sites of violent conflict.
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
In hindsight, I'd say that enthusiasm is what had to carry me through the "golly, you suck at this" on to the "well, just finish" resolution.
Having managed to convinced my mother, we set off ... but not, my mother insisted, until we could buy new luggage.
Want your guests WOWed and ASTOUNDED by the one spot where they can (at least symbolically) piss on you and your priorities?
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.