Who was that person who said, at the beginning of this year, that she wouldn’t buy any new books until she’d cleared off at least 50 books from the old to-read shelf? It couldn’t have been me because that hasn’t happened at all. In fact, obsessive list-maker than I am (at least when it comes to books and to-do lists), I started keeping a list of the books I acquire each month, in order to make clear to myself exactly how much I’m buying and how those titles correlate with the books I’m actually reading. It is kind of fun. [...]
Yep, I’m the asshole who still hasn’t managed to take photos of the fucking awesome kitchen I keep promising pictures of. But hey, look at this picture I took of Frankfurt graffiti when I first moved here a hundred years ago! (Nine.) I’ve always liked that one. While poking around for pictures of Germany I could use for work, I (re)discovered a lot of old gems. Which I also won’t be sharing because the Beard is in them, and he doesn’t much like having his picture on the internets. We were so young! We were so carefree! Look, we’re drinking [...]
The kitchen is done. Almost. Minus a sink, but who needs a sink when you, after three years without, suddenly have a stove with an oven for baking?! And a table! You probably have never imagined your life without either of those things, but I am here to tell you that you probably underestimate their awesomeness. We’ve had ours for a few weeks a piece (at the time I was originally writing this post), and I still can’t stop gushing about them. We have a table! We have three flames to cook on! I can bake things without walking to [...]
With three trailers (Wägen) our daily life has changed again. It is always changing. The nature of life, the nature of parenting, the nature of the passing of seasons. It feels worth recording. It feels like the more of these posts that I remember to write, the more interesting it will one day be to look back at them, wondering at the people and places I have been.
With a cousin visiting the chores spread themselves out among three instead of two, and the difference is a noticable sigh of relief. He may sleep later than Pickles ever lets us, but [...]
Imagine you live in a very small space. Let’s say seven by two meters, to take my own example. Your kitchen and bathroom are in another building, and you even have some space in another trailer for books and guests and piles of things, but those fourteen square meters are where you and the two other members of your family are going to spend the majority of their time. How do you divide it up? How do you make the most of the space? Where do you store shit? Fuck! How is that even possible?
When Pickles was born, she didn’t [...]
We left over a foot of snow and arrived in a false Spring. The air has a warm touch, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think tulips were going to be sprouting any day now. They might be already. And soon February through April will kill them. The fucking birds are even tweeting like green leaves and blue skies are just around the corner. I think we are all going to be disappointed on that front for another four months. At least.
The calendar page has turned, and here we are back in Germany and in 2014. I like the [...]
FURTHER NOTES FROM THE FUTURE: I am not sure if people are still having problems seeing the newest posts, but just in case, I’ll be posting links to them all here so that no one misses a thing.
Posts you might have missed:
If you can see this post you’ve won a prize/Kitchen photos
Oh the places we’ve been
A very tiny kid’s room
Daily life February 2014 (a low moment in time)
And then we had a kitchen and life was suddenly all marshmellows and cartwheels
Put on some rabbit ears and dance
Since I spend most of my time thinking about books
NOTE FROM THE FUTURE: Things [...]
Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway. They stayed long in that good house, fourteen days at least, and they found it hard to leave.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Here, here J.R.R. Tolkien, here, here. The Hobbit is just full of tasty lines that apply seamlessly to our own travels. Luckily we are not likely to encounter any [...]
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.
-The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien
Show of hands: who’s read The Hobbit? And who’s going to see the second Hobbit movie come December?
He knew that newspapers and television announcers reported on a certain level of reality. What was happening to him was on another level, like a parallel universe. All around him, different societies were growing larger or being destroyed, forming new traditions or breaking the rules while citizens pretended that the faces shown on television were the only important stories.
-The Traveler, John Twelve Hawks
The Traveler by John Twelve Hawks was the only non-digital book I brought to America; I assumed I would enjoy it without feeling the need to read it again—my requirement for releasing a book back into the wild. [...]