Well, there you have it. After a year and a half of quarantine and only touching my direct family in the confines of two households, it’s my first PCR test. Reason? Not what you think. Instead. Worst-Writer is flying home on Sunday—to enter a third household—and like anyone else flying I have to be negative. … Continue reading Preparation has begun, baby
Tag: Expat
Reminders: Expat From Where
Originally from Maryland, dear worst-reader. But don't fault me for that. Don't fault me on account, don't you know, Maryland has given the world Kavanaugh. But I die-gress. After living in the golden cage of Germania for all these years, sometimes I need reminding of where I'm from. With a little help from my better-half, … Continue reading Reminders: Expat From Where
The Real Reason For Brexit, Baby
Things not forgotten, dear worst-reader. Things that remind one. Like pictures found on the interwebnets. For example... I'll never forget my second vacation. It took many years, don't you know, to get to a second vacation. It was cheap and coincided with one of the last times I would return to my beloved & missed … Continue reading The Real Reason For Brexit, Baby
Luxury Airlines, Funny Shoe Laces And Constitutions
Going for broke. Travel broke. Just one more trip. Trip to take me away. Away from what? Xmas? Responsibility? Btw, this is the first time I'll be without my better-half on Xmas since she took me in and became my better half twelve years ago. And I'm sad about that. But when families are stretched … Continue reading Luxury Airlines, Funny Shoe Laces And Constitutions
Gratis = Free Bier
People ask me all the time. Why Germany? Well, the answer has remained the same for the past quarter century: girls and beer. I know. It sounds kinda lame, especially when one considers my age and desk ridden stamina. I suppose the answer should be: beer. Notwithstanding my waistline. After hearing how long I've been … Continue reading Gratis = Free Bier
Who Are You People
Of all the masterful arguments presented by Alan Shore (James Spader) in the American TV show Boston Legal, his argument in front of the Supreme Court in S04E17 has to be one of the best. Btw, I've been binge-watching the show for the past two weeks, as I've done here and here with other shows. Although I'm … Continue reading Who Are You People
Und Der Fährt Immer Noch
There is a scene in the satirical movie "Schtonk" where it's said that Adolf Hitler claimed in his diaries that he invented the Käfer. You know, that cute little German car known as the beetle or bug--not the new plastic krapp copy they've got now. And not only did he invent the original bug, but he … Continue reading Und Der Fährt Immer Noch
Who Let The Dogs Out
A bit more than a rant this morn, dear worst-reader. Perhaps this is a plea. A plea for mercy and the life of my dog. To begin, above is a letter that I recently received from the property administrator of our flat regarding my dog. Here is a translation of the red enclosed area: "Unfortunately, after numerous warnings, you have … Continue reading Who Let The Dogs Out
Notes From Underhuman
Thoughts this morn about Dostoyevsky's Notes From Underground. I've been enjoying the taste, feel and smell of this 1972 paperback for the past few weeks. I think I acquired it while visiting London in 1995. Obviously it's not dealing with age and dryness but neither am I. Funny thing is, I've already gone through three … Continue reading Notes From Underhuman
Where The Trains Run Late
Pic: what the visas used to look like. Just a bunch of heavy stickers and stamps in my passport. You know what happens after having stamps in your passport for twenty years and then they suddenly change to little ID cards that you have to carry around along side your passport? That's right. I lose … Continue reading Where The Trains Run Late
Questions Shouldn't Be Asked
Some call me the worst explainer ever. Go figure. But the reality is, I explain things. I especially explain things to Eurowastelanders. I guess it just bleeds out of me. You know, the fact that I'm not from--the place where I live and drink (too much). So far this inadequacy has served me well. In … Continue reading Questions Shouldn't Be Asked
Treaty Or Trade Agreement?
This post is NSFW due to some language issues I'm having. The art of the deal. Rule #1. Lie. Rule #2. Lie. Rule #3. You guessed it, dear worst-reader: make it so that the truth is what you say it is. Rule #4. Let there only be one side that sets the rules and that … Continue reading Treaty Or Trade Agreement?
Your New Best Comrade Friend
https://youtu.be/OewBDIwy-O4 There really is something to being worst-writer, the grand expatriate, viewing home (that I miss so much) from these thirty-thousand feet(s). Or as others may put it: I view my home from outside its bubble. Yet. It always pains me, even after all these years, to watch--from this view--my favourite place in the world go down … Continue reading Your New Best Comrade Friend
Troubles Of The Autobahn Bourgeoisie
Let us take a moment, dear worst-reader, to contemplate the dilemmas of the few & far-between. Or, as I like to put it: let's have a go at the problems of the Autobahn bourgeoisie. For it is that time of season once again. Like the periodical cicada I experienced in my youth, it's a good thing … Continue reading Troubles Of The Autobahn Bourgeoisie
The Despair
https://youtu.be/y4DsRfmj5aQ At about 6:20 in the vid #BernieSanders starts talking about #despair. Not sure what it's supposed to mean, though. This connection I have to #despair. Could it have something to do with (being) worstwriter? Nomatter. After honourable Mr. Sanders said that... I really started to tune-in (to the vid). Reason? That's exactly what I felt … Continue reading The Despair
The Teuton's Recipe
Visit winding down. Leave tomorrow on latenight flight. First time departing my beloved former home at 20:30 hours. So. With that in mind. Let me try to summarize this visit. I'm confused more than ever about being an expat, visiting (former) home. Even though I've seen mother several times since August 2014 and death of … Continue reading The Teuton's Recipe
Gunfire On Roadway
There are moments worth standing up for, embracing, putting on a history list. Even when one is sitting comfortably in her/his Audi A4 AllRoad. Btw. Have I mentioned how über-expensive Audi is? I mean, when you consider that VW is the basis for this car and that the two are equally stalled in the world of … Continue reading Gunfire On Roadway
Conversation In The Mead Hall
There is a horde of people all in the same place, all saying the same things, all wearing the same stuff, all eating equivalence, etc. Equivalence tastes good, btw. But there are also levels of good. More on that in a sec. For most this place of samethingeverything would be the ultimate collective paradise or … Continue reading Conversation In The Mead Hall
Whoa! History
And now, dear worst-reader, let's take a moment and give a listen to how the other part of the western world's pseudo-democracies are viewing z'Germans. "For the German people and their leader to work out a political strategy that has them encouraging people to think of southern Europeans as lazy and not working and somehow … Continue reading Whoa! History
Protesting My Delusions
The mist of violence has cleared and I'm still pretty angry about thugs and guns and the vulnerability of artists. I'm ashamed to admit it but for the first time since the deadly farce of the western world's war-on-terror, I actually felt a jitter of pro-violence-lust running through my veins as I watched the Charlie Hebdo tragedy … Continue reading Protesting My Delusions
Poor vs Poor
The subtitle of this post is: When Protests Don't Matter. Yes, dear worst-reader, I'm a very negative person. Thank you for asking. Yet. With that said, allow me, behind your back, to (re)define negative. The reality is, negative these days has little to do with the opposite of positive. Besides, it is the same idear when it … Continue reading Poor vs Poor
Plunderful
Take into consideration, dear worst-reader, before you read the link below, that I am from Washington DC. I went to dumb-down school just south of the nations capital and my US address (when I'm in the US) is just east of it. I also lived in Virginia for a short stint of this/my useless-eating life. Boy, do I … Continue reading Plunderful
You Have Been Serviced
First, dear worst-reader, why is jet-lag when traveling from west to east the worst? Is it because of the strange "-1" designation on my travel itinerary? PHL > FRA on Monday afternoon but you arrive in the wee-hours on Tuesday morn at destination. I think I crossed six time zones. I've been doing it for twenty-plus years. … Continue reading You Have Been Serviced
Last Day Till When
Day before embarkation. Or is it disembarkation? Why do I always get those two screwed up? Oh well. Leaving home tomorrow morn. It's time to go back to my other home, the expat home, reality. I guess. I'm a man of homes. And. At least I don't shed tears about it (anymore). That's the great … Continue reading Last Day Till When
Wine Mis Advice
Above a label from one of four bottles of "Lisini" 1998 that I have rotting in my kitchen. That's right. They are rotting. Once they were magical bottles of wondrous wine. Then the reality set in. To remind me of what Italian stuck-up wine makers have done to something as simple as wine, these bottles … Continue reading Wine Mis Advice
