babies and sign language

Pickles has an official first word.  Papa.  Oh, she’s been making word-like noises for ages, and she obviously understands most of what we say, but “papa” is the first word we’ve really been able to hear her using in context.  Of course she also sometimes calls me papa, but, hey, why not? Thing is, she […]

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a morning walk

The walk to the train station is short, all the shorter when a bus happens along just as I turn the corner by the supermarket.  I am already tired of the walk—there is nothing beautiful along the path and yet the dilapidation has yet to reach the point of romantic fantasy. But within the corner […]

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she who must not be named

And with a huge sigh of relief I can finally say it: spring!  Spring spring spring!!!!!! From now on we will be spending all day everyday outside. From now on we won’t have to make kindling because we won’t have to light the wood stove. From now on we will cook in the purple Wagen. […]

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white american gets german visa

Now there’s breaking news.  (Cough.)  Look, people who come from countries that aren’t wealthy, who maybe aren’t a shade of Swiss cheese, who might actually need to get into Germany to save their fucking lives often have a hard time getting visas.  They sometimes get deported. I am an American, and my skin is the […]

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dumpster find of the week: a carboy, score

For years I have been flirting with the idea of buying a large glass carboy at the flea market.  Wine making!  Wouldn’t that be a good skill to have?  But like so many ideas, so many items once hastily scribbled on a to-do list, I hadn’t gotten around to it.  And damn are those bottles […]

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