notes from the couch

i am in love with a German man who makes yeast cakes, rips them apart with his bare hands, and smothers them in vanilla sauce. theres something so erotic about it.

ok. i don't know where that came from; i think ive been watching too much woody allen lately. but its true that dampfnudel uli is my heart's delight. hes what everyone should be: content with their job, their skill in life, and the service they rend to other people. he will forever be in my book of people to admire, simply because everyday he is a gift to those who know him, and only because he chooses to acknowledge they exist and they matter. and he also chooses to orally please them with scrumptious cakes, as i described ein minuten ago.
if every German is like him, then i could blindly point to one and be happy matrimonially for the rest of time. unlike French guys. speaking of which, if you haven't read A Year in the Merde, i def suggest it as a remarkably accurate depiction of French culture, if not somewhat uncomfortably sexual (but still accurate).

given that the last few blogs ive written have all been kinda silly, im gonna have to lay off for awhile. i don't mean to self-deprecate. i just mean to say that i should consider what it is that im writing before i do it.

i know i wanted to mention something about the meaning of life. or the reason i think i should never have to work a real job. or how everything i learn, no matter how painful the experience, i always forget and have to learn it again, like a sunburn.
im becoming more like my brother everyday. one time i complained to him about my 9-5 job and he told me, yes, its terrible, and if given the choice he'd rather live in poverty. im beginning to realize why.

thats about it from this end. i need to sleep and not continue to spout.

in a nutshell: i wish i had more time over here. i wish i were in control of myself. i wish i could forever learn that freedom is only in doing without and in terminating your desire. like rubin hurricane carter. i also wish i could meet and marry albert, prince thurn und taxis (of the family that created the TAXI). the family is from regensburg and when asked how many castles they own, said, is it 25 or 26? (NYTimes interview)

favorite German beer: still munchen hofbrauhaus, dunkel.
favorite German artist: till bronner
favorite regensburg bathroom: the one in the hotel orphee, because it has a clear glass wall that looks down into a medieval turret and makes you scared youll see rodents running up and down while you're trying to go.
favorite vegetarian dish ive cooked since being here: eggplant parm. its bank.


i hope you've enjoyed my candid nonsense. substance is for over-achievers.