rome is in italy

I don't really know how to write about Rome.
I liked it there.
It wasn't quite stepping into a photograph. This because there are a thousand people there all taking photographs of the same stuff. I took a few pictures, but mostly, I just wanted to remember it in my heart. I felt like photographs ruined the experience a little. I am sure that I will regret this decision in the coming years.
It was so great to see Benny and Sabrina. I like seeing old friends. It's one of my favourite things.
We did a handful of the usual things. The colliseum and the the forum and a trevi fountain and the spanish steps. But in the afternoons we lounged in the sunny living room, or in the park. We had gelato two times, drank wine, and sipped espressos.
I had a perfect cappuccino. The kind that they always talked about at JJ and never fully executed. Beautiful.
In north america we treat barista jobs with a bit of chagrin, but I think there is a real art. After all this time wasted in coffee shops, you would have thought I might have learned a thing or two.
It's kind of nice to be back in Berlin...but it's nicer in Rome.
Being in Rome chocked my brain full of stuff to think about.

Here is a sample:
- I am not an artist. I am no longer going to pretend that I am. or was. or will be.
- Children's bookshop. It has taken itself off the back burner, and is dancing around the kitchen in a top hat and spats.
- What to wear and how to wear it...

We have the internet now. I'm on skype. skype me, okay?

As of February 26, I have already been officially invited to two weddings for summer 2008. Bring it on!

Last night Ole let me stay behind and use the landline to call some friends. It was nice to hear voices that understand.
There's a parade going by right now. A buncha cars with (i think) polish flags.
I'm going to go to the movies tonight. It was my responsibility to go to a place with wireless to download a movie for the family. However, the only place that wasn't crowded to the max was the sony center. it's basically outside and it's really cold and I didn't want to do it. I could have gone to another hood, but the results probably would have been the same. so i saved on ubahn fare and just came right back to old dunker donker.
it's kind of too bad because i was gonna put up some phots, but i guess it'll wait until tomorrow or something.
I have made a few pseudo decisions concerning the length and quality of my stay in Berlin. vague, right?
.perfect.
Do you think it'll one day be okay to start sentences with periods? it seems somehow appropriate sometimes.
Sundays are kinda sucky. Nothing's open. I really wanna buy some candies for my movies, but nothing shop worthy is open.
I'm tired.
coffeed and tired.

puns

The weather has been pretty rad these days. I rode my bike to work this morning in a hoodie (as well as like, pants and shoes). There have been a handful of moments sitting in parks, with the sun on my face, and my eyes closed. This is called basking. Snakes and lizards and cats do it all the time. It seems the whole city of Berlin does it as soon as the clouds breeze past.
Little hints of an exciting summer are sprouting. Cafes are putting out more furniture and the flea market is out of control. Already May is going to be all about the comings and goings of family and friends. I think we will install and revolving door in order to prevent traffic jams.
Speaking of jam...
For Christmas, my sweet cousin Jessica made some delicious jam. I brought my jar to Germany, and save it for special ocassions. I had some this morning with some toast and cheese. It's nice to have something special like that. It roots me to something back home. It roots me to...love.
That's a pretty cheesy thing to say, right?
Not as cheesy as this: GOUDA!
shit.
I've been having dreams about shitting myself. Like, really messy shit dreams. If anyone has any insight to this, please contact me. Should I worry? Does it help that I always end up cleaning up my mess? I mean, these messes are HUGE! I will google it in two minutes. At the moment I take it as a good omen. Spring cleaning and such.

Sometimes...

...I wish that I smoked cigarettes.


Other than that, I have nothing to say.

THE OFFICIAL WENDY JOANNE BATEMAN 3-STEP PROGRAM
(for beginners)

1) Stay calm, be brave.
2) One foot in front of the other.
3) Make it awesome.

It is frequently difficult to remember these steps, which is why they are so simple. Also, all steps are stolen from various resources. The first one, I read on the Smoking Lily store window. They had it written there a couple of years ago. The second is taken from the title of a Bright Eyes song. The song itslf is irrelevant to my program. The third is a rip-off from my friend Sonja's website. (www.makeitawesome.com) You should check it out, because I like Sonja, and I like her work.

The success of the 3 step program has yet to be determined.

Berlin was whispering of the promise of spring. That was yesterday. Today winter is kind of laughing in our faces.

I was going to have an adventure today, but now i think i will just go home. Maybe I will stop in at the mall because I haven't been there in like, a day
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The other night Ben and I threw our finances to the wind and went to the movies. They have assigned seating at the kinos here (kino=cinema) kinda weird. We saw Control, the one about Ian Curtis. Heavy, but excellent. The film festival starts soon. I think that I will hang out at Potsdamer Platz and just look for hollywood stars.

Maybe Tom Hanks will come!

stuff and stuff

Have I told you about Kate Bryan?
It's her birthday today.
She sent the sweetest, lovliest package the other day. A splash of sunshine on an otherwise grey and drizzly day. It contained a much needed (and entirely perfect) tea cup. A girl who knows my heart.
But that's Kate. She is a splash of sunshine. Always. Beautiful. She's the kind of girl that will hold your head while you puke. She can make quilts and killer chocolate chip cookies. Her perspective is always unique and refreshing, and if your acting like a weiner, she will tell you so. A soulmate through and through.

It's awlays humbling to recieve gifts that are nicer than you deserve.

My boss who is a footbag champion, is awesome. He was showing me videos of footbag comps (and such). I love the total lack of irony. I love that he just really likes it and makes shoes and footbags and puts on competitions in Germany. Rad.
Not that I'm about to take up hacky-sack anytimes soon.
He also gives me plenty of German language tips. Zweibeln (onion) is actually pronouced as tsveebelle (i think)

Potsdamer Platz is full of restaurants with names like: Andy's Diner and Bar.
And happy hour cocktails are still 6 euros. Weird.

10 THINGS I LIKE TODAY:
1) double decker buses
2) new cell phone plans
3) paycheques
4) tulips
5) cheeses
6) churchbells
7) the word "emerge"
8) the bathtub at our house (it's nice and long and deep)
9) freshly shaved legs
10)that line in that Bob Dylan song, "the sun is not yellow it is chicken"