Tea with a vodka chaser
That translates to “stupid lost American,” in case you’re guessing.
Berlin at 25 degrees
Late summer, September, can be quite the delight!
This is my prayer.
P.S. To a certain someone who is reading this blog: shhhhh... Your
Fahrrad
The bike is just a bit small for me, but it was
Sauna night at Olivin
Oh my, say her eyes. Oh my, say mine.
Balcony daze, part two
...a wonderful weekend. A kick-ass Modest Mouse concert on Thursday night with Niels and Julian, crowned by sex on the balcony in the late cool air.
Square muffin
There is something in routine alone that is the essence of love.
Dating auf Deutsch
I understand more than enough to convey to Thomas that the woman is frankly zany.
Red Sweater Days
The walls are pulsing.
The letter
I got to finally confess my desire to be a vampire (the clothes! living for ever! sexy neck bites!). Jennifer was disgusted. "Besides," she reminds us, "I'm a vegetarian."
SexyBack
There are moments when my relationship to music is like of a teen boy sneaking peeks at the porno mags.
What remains
Martin is right: I have neglected to talk of the parties, games nights, food fests and book group dinners that have normalized my life here in Berlin.
Arrivals and departures
Of my own departure, now these many months later, I will say that it was never my intention to stay.
Blame it on the Arabians…
"You can stay, but your friends aren't coming in."
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Week 5, in which I enjoyed art and political confrontation
I biked to Mitte to check out an exhibit at KOW featuring works by Jens Jensen, Barbara Hammer, and Tobias Zielony.
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Tammi’s V-Day tip: never regret love.
This is definitely not my typical post. I admit to being an unrepentant romantic. And it’s the Hallmark Holiday! So… …a virtual
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My first canyon
About Walnut Canyon...wow. My photographs will never do justice to what it was like looking over into that canyon.