Ah so where were we? Oh yeah, DHL.
Scheiße! One word it didn’t take me long to learn! Continue reading “Berlin Apartment Search Ends, Part 2”
Berlin Apartment Search Ends, Part 2
Berlin Apartment Search Ends, Part 1
The long hard search is over. After months of looking for a new apartment here in Berlin, losing an uphill battle of open showings, where it’s like a cattle call of Berliners desperate for an apartment, and landlords who won’t accept US financials, I found a great apartment in Prenzlauer Berg. I’m going to love this apartment.
In about 4 months.
Huh?
Don’t Pee on My Leg and Tell Me It’s Just Berlin
Yeah, I went there. No, I didn’t actually go there. Maybe that guy did. Or probably that guy. But no, not me. What am I talking about? I’m talking about peeing. In public. In Berlin. Continue reading “Don’t Pee on My Leg and Tell Me It’s Just Berlin”
Open Letter – The U.S. Election
The Good Samaritan
Yes, I’m still in Berlin. I know, it’s been awhile since I’ve written one of these. Stop yelling at me! The stress is going to send me to the doctor. Okay really bad segue, I know. Continue reading “The Good Samaritan”
Intro to Screenwriting
A little self-promotion here. I’m conducting a 5-week screenwriting course for new and aspiring writers.
‘Twas the Beer Before Christmas
‘Twas two months before Christmas when all through Berlin
Signs of holidays were stirring, stores filled with Stollen Continue reading “‘Twas the Beer Before Christmas”
Flipping the Bird Doesn’t Mean ‘I Love You’ in Berlin
I know. It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. No excuses. Well, lots of excuses but no good ones. This one’s been in the works for awhile, so without further ado (and delay)…
I don’t remember the first time I saw the use of the middle finger. I’m referring to the one that nearly universally tells someone off in a wonderful, non-verbal, but clearly defined fashion. It can be as in-your-face as you want or as subtle as scratching your cheek with it, your other fingers curled under, while looking at the intended recipient with laser-eyed focus (admit it, you’ve done it). Continue reading “Flipping the Bird Doesn’t Mean ‘I Love You’ in Berlin”
Berlin Heatwave – To Draught or Not To Draft
I’m experiencing my second heatwave of the Berlin Summer. This one’s a doozy. When I was living in LA, I rarely bothered to check the weather app on my iPhone. You pretty much know what the weather is going to be. 75 and sunny. Hotter in August and September. That’s it. The cushiest job in the world is a meteorologist in Southern California. Continue reading “Berlin Heatwave – To Draught or Not To Draft”
I Shopped at Primark. And Lived.
In America, we have this horrible tradition called Black Friday. It used to start the day after Thanksgiving (and thus, lo and behold, a Friday). But more recently, it has crept into the Thursday Thanksgiving Day festivities. Every year, stores outdo each other in the race to start the holiday sales that much earlier than the competition. I like to think of it as “Oh God, It’s Hurry and Chow Down Your Turkey Because We Have To Go Wait In Line and Hold In Every Ounce of Pee Until Our Bladders Explode Thursday.” Continue reading “I Shopped at Primark. And Lived.”
The Nomadic Writer 