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9.2.07

i have internet!

it's like coming up for air. i can google. oh, the glory of it.

whooooo ... they really do mean horse. when, you know, they say it on the side of the wurstel-stand. but will horse, for us, ever compete with The Original Cheddarwurst (kasewurst, which is almost certainly not cheddar, and may in fact perfectly easily have horse in it)? Probably not, because The Original Cheddarwurst is absolutely delicious and it comes with this phenomenal mustard with big fat bits of onion in it (zwiebelsenf) and crusty crusty bread (brot) and really if they put no zwiebelsenf on their pferd it's probably pretty worthless. it's this giant greasy thing, and you bite it and cheese comes out, and it makes an american cheddarwurst look like those hideous wrinkly week-old things they have at gas stations.

And they have the Platonic Ideal of a Tater Tot. it was Platonic ideals, right, not aristotlean? i cannot even explain how well these people know their potatoes. There are no words that do it justice. If there is a heaven, they import their tater tots.

and. are grape seeds bad for you? like, now that there are no seedless grapes, but only grapes with giant pale crunchy bits, what does one do? is it polite to spit them out, cupped in a palm or napkin? will they weird up my gastrointestinal tract? are they remotely digestible, being so crunchy? but, these grapes are good. And the broccoli is all Italian, because nicely, the EU (i think) requires that all food be labeled with where it came from. Also nicely, all the bread is from a block and a half away.

i completely and totally *heart* public transportation. Except after eleven p.m., when it starts to become a very long way to walk home. Because all the fucking buses, and all the fucking u-bahns, and all the fucking trams stop running. On weekdays. Or anyway they're on mean nasty cold-hearted go-to-bed-too-too-early schedules.

Internet makes a good day. We have an apartment. We have a phone number, but we have no phone. similarly, we have a contract for cable tv, but since they need the tv to set up the cable, and we have no tv, we have no, um, tv. We have one table, one couch, one coffee table, and one mattress. And (fortunately) a fully furnished, if not fully equipped, kitchen. Which is apparently more common than everyone said it was. we have very nice hardwood floors, which are very creaky, but we have heard no creaks from upstairs (ok, we've been here less than twenty-four hours, but still) so it's not so bad i think. We have curtains, and bookshelves, and a hall wardrobey closetty thing that looks like it has much more room than it does. The entire apartment is outfitted for someone very tall, and i'm not even talking about however giant the ceilings are: the kitchen cabinets are way up high. The hanging-rods in the hall wardrobey closetty thing, i can barely reach. The wall cabinets i can't even reach the second shelf on.

We also have a ladder. Unfortunately (even though it needs to be painted anyway) the ladder makes ucky gray marks on the wall. So i think at ladder-height there might have to be, um, a "stripe" that is made to look deliberate. Somehow. Because of all this faboo lighting and we will have to be changing lightbulbs up there often enough. the previous tenant appears to have been very good with lights and electricity (ceiling lights: not so common), but somewhat afraid of plumbing (i have already fixed the toilet, i think, i hope, and we had someone come fix the dishwasher).

also. i have seen the inside of an ikea. For the first time ever. and the first thing that happens when you go in, is that there is a hidden choir of angels. and the second thing that happens when you go in, is that you notice the restaurant and how it smells fantastic and how of course they put it not only right next to the door but also right next to all the kitcheny goodness. and the third thing that happens when you go in, is that you get completely and utterly lost, and neither the arrows on the floor or your nose can get you back to the entrance. and then you finally manage to find all the bettwaschesets you were there to look for in the first place, but then you have to walk past m's Favorite Chair to get out. and i couldn't buy a wok because you can't carry a giant blanket and sheets and pillows and a wok on public transportation. With only two hands.

because have i mentioned that the beds here, or more specifically, the blankets, are directly responsible for europe's falling birthrate, and i am not the first person to say this? Everyone gets their own blanket. It is fantastically hard to find one mattress that is big enough for two people (because the vast majority are ninety centimeters, which is not very big) and then it is even much, much, much harder to find a blanket that will cover it. To the point that when they have mattresses that are big enough for two, they actually cheat and put blankets on horizontally so they look like they cover the whole thing, when they are lying through their teeth. so. and you can't cuddle properly when there are two blankets in the way. what? you can't. and how i have been sleeping with this craziness for nearly a month i have no idea. Also the pillows here are entirely the suck. (should a pillow not have some thickness to it, some resistance? because otherwise, why do you have a pillow?)

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