Auf Wiedersehen

Bier und Brez'n

Oktoberfest

Oh my gosh. Just got back from a weekend at Oktoberfest. This thing nearly whooped me. Today we had about 4 liters of beer, a few big ol' pretzels, and made new friends at the Hippodrom tent, which was awesome. One of the guys, who was teaching us German drinking songs, told me I would be a beautiful wife. Ahh, it was magical. There were so many people and so much music and even a little muffinage. As one Princetonite said afterward: "well, i guess i shouldn't be too surprised that the biggest, most alcohol-saturated party in the world could get almost as sketchy as princeton." It really just was one of the best things I have ever done. If you are at all into that sort of game, go. Enjoy. Es ist echt ein Zeit fuer flirten und geniessen.

On the Move

So today I moved into my real room for this year. Same building, but this room is on the top floor. It's a bit different than my last room, as one of the guys downstairs kindly put it, this room "has bad karma like an indian graveyard." It's just a bunch of odd angles and a crazy ol' hovel hut in one corner. I am glad to finally have a room that I can settle into a bit. This also means that the MLE-Hostel is now open for visitors. We also will be accepting written letters of praise and lovin' at:
Obere Muehlbruecke 13a
App. 497
D-96049 BAMBERG
Germany

Hope to see many of you soonly!
Happy Weekend :)

pink rose from the garden near my apartment

Notice

Notice

In my heart, I hear the sigh
of thoughts and hopes and dreams nearby.
Quietly, softly, without notice,
they slowly blossom like the lotus.
How can I know what to do,
when they appear simply
out of the blue?

In my mind, I see them clearly:
all those whom I miss so dearly.
We cannot stop these changes around us;
like our dreams, they remain resistant.
As the warm weather melts away,
it reminds me of tender smiles
I no longer see everyday.

Like passing clouds, the days come and go.
Strains of ‘Even Though’ no longer drift so freely —
just another memory of long ago.
The rose gardens begin to fade,
the fleeting beauty like a serenade.
Yet through it all, some part seems to know
that this year many gifts will bestow.

So my friend, we return to the beginning,
where faces were shining, happy and grinning.
I know not where this journey may take us,
it’s not something I feel safe to discuss.
While at times, it may feel we are drifting,
keep in mind it’s just our feelings
that are shifting.



19. September 2004