Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Pizza or Volcano

I mostly do all of the meal planning around here. And by "mostly" I mean that my boyfriend will occasionally buy a frozen pizza for lunch on days when I don't feel like cooking.  It's not his fault -- I am vegetarian, he's not. He can cook the heck out of schnitzel or a roast, I'm sure -- but when it comes to legumes and tofu and veggies he's 99% clueless.

Today he asked me to write a shopping list for tomorrow's meals. I spent 15 minutes looking around online for something and finally decided, "Pizza." I just didn't feel like dealing with finding something new, and I am burned out on pasta and Asian.

My boyfriend hesitated. I could see the wheels working in his head... "Pizza.. But I ate that last week.. And making it at home isn't great... Mehhhh..." Then he remembers my psychic powers, and that I know he's not crazy about pizza tonight. He also remembers that my last Pill was two days ago and my hormones are going crazy, stirring like fiery pools of magma under the Earth's surface, just waiting for a tiny fissure in the crust to appear so they can rage out, covering everything in a 100-mile radius with white-hot fury.

"OK, pizza is fine!"

Good man. 

Thursday, November 13, 2014

"I just farted"

Originally this was supposed to be a quick post about a silly situation. I mean, when are farts not amusingly silly? But fart-related situations keep happening and it would be a shame to let them fade away into oblivion instead of sharing them with the world in all their glory... I'll keep updating this as they happen. If only for my own personal amusement.

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I was really sick for a week and a half. Not flu-like, thank goodness. No achy pains, no fevers, excessive snot -- just a persistent cough. Cough didn't really describe it. It was like smoking-for-60-years-and-I'm-trying-to-cough-up-my-lungs coughing.

It got worse at night, so Mario and I were sleeping in different rooms. Whoever went to sleep first got to the bedroom, and the other watched tv and slept on a temporary mattress in the living room.

On this particular occasion, Mario was in the living room. I walked in the next morning to say hello and get some morning cuddle time, which I'd been missing for the past 10 days.

"Good morning, baby!" I said.

"I just farted," he responded.

What a nice way to start the day.

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Him: I just farted
Me: You did?
Him: You didn't hear "pfffftttttttttt"?
Me: No. I didn't hear anything
Him: Oh, ok, then I didn't just fart

Smooth.

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Thursday, May 29, 2014

Ähmmmm like everyone knows Seeed

Today was a holiday in Germany. Not in the US, unfortunately, so while Germans everywhere were enjoying their rather inconveniently placed Thursday holiday, I was at the office. As I maaaay have mentioned once or twice, I love my team, so it was less like work and more like hanging out with friends.

Around midnight I got a message from Dingens, who had been enjoying the holiday festivities all evening. Here is an excerpt. Please read all of his comments in italics in a very disdainful, incredulous tone (as in, "Do you know who Johnny Depp* is?" "No, who is he?" "O.M.G. you don't know? He's only like the most famous actor in all of the world. I can't believe you don't know him. Everyone knows him. Have you, like, been living under a rock or something?!?") *Johnny Depp is only the first name I came up with..but you have to agree, pretty much everyone in the world knows who he is

Hey wie ist die Arbeit
we are getting ready to leave soon
wie geht es bei dir

you still worked like long.I'm heading home. it was very good
good!! where did you go

we eat a Döner at the janowitzbrücke it's a thing we used to do and then we went to the east side gallery and met some other friends
sounds so nice!
yeah it was. they are still there
btw do you know Seeed
?? no
no??
most famous band in Berlin. Google them
nope i don't know them
that's ridiculous
what are some good songs
ähhhhmmmmm like everyone

of course
look at you tube.it gonna show you the best ones. It's German though
do you like them?
yeah I do
in Berlin everyone knows them. It's nearly impossible to get tickets for their concerts
why are you asking me about it
I was just listening to them in my way home
and I was wondering if you know them because everyone who lives in Berlin should know them

My favorite part is "ähhhhmmmmm like everyone". I think I'm going to add "Ähhhhmmmmm" to my vocabulary. The umlauts (dots above the a) are very expressive. Like two disapproving eyes staring at you for being so ignorant. And just in case you didn't get that you are obviously not in the know, he follows with not one, not two, but three staring faces. The cold German Stare somehow echoes in their pixellated eyeballs, freezing the soul:

  


       


              
*shivers*

If you think that's bad, try being on the Ubahn. Buuuut back to topic..Seeed. Wiki says:
Seeed is a German reggae/dancehall band from Berlin. Founded in 1998, they have become well-known in Germany and its neighboring countries. Seeed and Cologne's singjay Gentleman are among Germany's most popular reggae musicians.
Seeed consists of eleven band members, including three singers, a horn section and a DJ. Seeed is recognized for their unusual use of horns. They have worked with Cee-Lo Green, Anthony B, Tanya Stephens, General Degree as well as other Jamaican artists and producers. Almost all of their music releases feature a popular guest experience.
Anyway, so the rest of you won't have to share in the shame of my ignorance, here are some of Seeed's songs. It is a sound that comes from Berlin, more upbeat and electronic than reggae to echo the vibrant electro scene here. Like many American rappers, the lyrics often refer to their hometown of Berlin and the music videos feature the city as well. Watch and enjoy the sights and sounds of my new home, because ähhhhmmmmm like everyone knows Seeed.















Sunday, May 18, 2014

Dating in Germany: Part 1


So, I will admit it. I am pretty clueless about dating in Germany, despite having had 3 German boyfriends in the past (plus Dingens). I met two of them in the US, so the courtship was on American terms. I guess there's an unspoken rule to do as the Romans do or something. So now the shoe is on the other foot, and it's up to me to accommodate the other culture. It's not easy though. The whole scene is just so different from the US.

How it normally works in the US:
Girl goes out to a bar with friends. Total Stranger Guy comes up and starts conversation with this girl, probably with some cheesy line or an offer of a drink. Girl accepts. They exchange numbers (or go home together). They see each other again, usually for lunch or coffee. Commence awkward "Getting to know you" conversation because they were too drunk during the initial meeting to remember anything they talked about. They see each other again, maybe for dinner or a movie. And after a few more dates, it's time for the talk (even more awkward than the coffee date.. "Soooooooo, just wondering.. Am I your girlfriend?") And then it's official and everyone is happy.

How it works in Germany:
Girl goes out to a bar with friends. Total Stranger Guy looks her in the eye for about 3.5 seconds. Girl thinks "I wonder if he'll come over to talk to me." He doesn't, but ten minutes later, Guy looks her in the eye again. 5 seconds this time. Girl wonders, "Do I have something on my face?" Later on in the night, they cross paths again. Guy looks her in the eye again. Still from several feet away, still no conversation. Girl thinks, "He's a fucking psycho," and stays away from him for the rest of the night, pointedly ignoring his stares.

It's something like this:

"Hey girl, I'm totally into you." 

No wonder the birth rate in this country is declining.

After doing some research on the subject, it seems that there are some underlying cultural reasons for their roundabout flirting.

Germany is a progressive country. The machismo culture of the Mediterranean seems to be directly related to the average annual temperature -- the further north you go, the less of it there is. By the time you reach Germany, the women are fully equal in society and relationships. They are practical, independent, and to the point. This means they are totally OK with saying "I'm not interested, go away." Apparently this has happened often enough over time that straightforward hitting on has been weeded out of the culture, and now guys signal that they are interested with a look lasting longer than a few seconds. Or multiple looks. Then the ball is in the girl's court. The German flirting is a definite improvement over the annoying random guy grinding behind you at a club. It was just really weird until I realized what was actually going on ("Why are there so many creepers with staring problems in here??")

One blogger put it quite succinctly: "Basically, men are afraid to make fools of themselves, because that’s precisely the risk that flirting entails, and Germans don’t go in for risks. They like to do things properly and thoroughly, not spontaneously or irrationally."

I can vouch for that. Dingens is a prime specimen - good looking, intelligent, diverse interests, etc. Yet for all his good attributes, he's super sensitive and constantly worried that he will do/say something that will show him in a bad light. I finally told him, "Look, I like when people are weird. I am plenty weird and do tons of stupid things. I like you, so just be yourself." He was relieved and he's opened up more since then, but it makes me wonder -- what the hell do German women do for men to be so skittish?

Fun possibly related fact: German men are trained to pee sitting down from a very young age. It has sparked quite a few threads, including this hilarious one from reddit: "A woman was saying that it was totally gross if men stand to pee because they splatter pee all over the place and the men were hanging their heads in shame although one guy did say that he's allowed to stand to pee at the toilet he has in the basement." Pure gold. You'll often see signs politely demanding "Bitte im sitzen pinkeln" - please pee sitting down.

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Anyway, back to the topic..Another reason why it's unusual to be hit on here: Germans, like the French, are cliquey. They have a core group of friends and it's hard to "break in" as an outsider. If they go out, they normally stay just within that group. It's a blessing and a curse -- great if you are also just out with your friends and not looking for anyone..BUT, if you're interested in meeting someone new, good luck and be prepared to do the leg work!

So, let's say that you  have mastered the "German pick up line" and how to initiate conversation after the guy gives you the look. Congratulations, you've finally managed to get a date with a German! But the cultural differences don't stop there. There are still some important things to note before the date itself. German men are:
  • Extremely punctual.  He might even be *gasp* early and irritable if he has to wait around for you. The exception is if he's more Berliner than German, in which case he'll likely be fashionably late. Still, it's better to be ready on time -- you never know.
  • You have to plan ahead for dates. Germans love scheduling things, and you're likely to get "I already have plans," if you wait too long to set a date. He's not blowing you off -- German honesty doesn't allow that, and he'd just say "I don't really like you." Nope, he has actually already made plans. Spontaneity is not valued much here.
  • Neither is small talk. Germans are direct and say what needs to be said, not much more. Expect to get into engaged conversations about things they are interested in and serious, well-thought answers to your questions. The plus side: he will remember what you say because he's not just daydreaming in his happy place while you blab on about your (recent shopping trip, night out with your girls, dog back home, etc).
  • Also, Germans are unwavering in their opinions. They consider all the facts before making up their mind about something, but once they decide the 'best' way, they think all other conflicting opinions are moronic and not worth considering. My first German boyfriend said "That's so stupid," in response to a comment I made. The directness and honesty was quite a shock to me, especially having grown up in the South and being used to white lies to protect the others' feelings and be polite. The memory is actually burned into my mind, like when something traumatic happens to you.  
  • They study way longer than Americans -- it's totally normal to meet a 28 year old who's still in uni. Be prepared to talk about things other than careers, and forget about finding a young successful businessman (or engineer, in the case of Germany. I think engineering is the only acceptable course of study here).
  • They are not religious. 56% of the country is atheist/agnostic, as Germans are far too practical to believe in something like an omniscient bearded man living in the clouds. True to form, the direct and honest German might even scoff openly if the subject comes up. 
  • Expect to split the bill. German women are equals, remember? Sorry to all my ladies who go out on dates just for free dinner and drinks -- that won't fly here.
  • Also, don't ask questions if you don't want an honest answer. "What do you think of my new dress" might not get you the white lie that an American would give. "Mmhh, I don't really like the color" is a perfectly acceptable answer here. On the plus side, if he says he likes you or pays a compliment, you can trust that it's how he actually feels. Just be sure to repay the favor and resist your temptation as an American to be polite and avoid hurting feelings. He'll take you at your word, and you might find yourself dragged to watch countless football (soccer) matches because you once said "I like football" in an attempt to seem cool.
So, keeping this in mind -- Part 2 will discuss what to expect when you're actually seeing each other regularly. Once you get the basic principles of German culture down, it makes sense. But at first the learning curve is a bit steep and you might be left wondering "Does he even like me?" as I did many a time.
So why don’t men here flirt? Partly it’s about conforming to standards: getting a wolf whistle as you walked down Unter den Linden would be a bit much. But I don’t believe any German woman could justifiably be offended by being approached by a friendly stranger – that’s just an excuse. Basically, men are afraid to make fools of themselves, because that’s precisely the risk that flirting entails, and Germans don’t go in for risks. They like to do things properly and thoroughly, not spontaneously or irrationally. Forget genetic predisposition, or even cultural conditioning. Germans just aren’t into extreme sports.S
So why don’t men here flirt? Partly it’s about conforming to standards: getting a wolf whistle as you walked down Unter den Linden would be a bit much. But I don’t believe any German woman could justifiably be offended by being approached by a friendly stranger – that’s just an excuse. Basically, men are afraid to make fools of themselves, because that’s precisely the risk that flirting entails, and Germans don’t go in for risks. They like to do things properly and thoroughly, not spontaneously or irrationally. Forget genetic predisposition, or even cultural conditioning. Germans just aren’t into extreme sports.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Springtime False Alarm & General Update

Just when I was starting to get used to the warm sunny days, weekend afternoons in the park, and carrying a light jacket just for the nighttime commute, clouds rolled in and the temperature plummeted. Unfortunately I'd gotten acclimated to the warm weather already (I'm a Southern girl, so I naturally prefer being too hot vs too cold). I've spent the day wrapped in my comforter with my hoodie on -- and yes, my hood is up.

I don't have any topic in particular, so this is going to be a general "catch up/highlight" post.

Last week I attended an online conference about meditation. It was actually really cool -- they streamed each session for 24 hours after the original broadcast. There were all kinds of speakers -- 33 in all. Each session was about an hour, so I had to pick and choose which ones I wanted to watch. But I learned something from each one. Each speaker started off with how he/she got into meditation and then the impact of his/her particular kind of meditation on their lives. It finished with a 10-15 minute guided meditation led by the speaker.

It was a really great, calming way to start my day. I found that I have a lot of pent up emotions that need to come out. I'm the queen of compartmentalization and burying things because it's easier than dealing with them, but I learned by listening to the sessions that it's really not a good thing to do. And it was obvious when I was meditation. After just a couple of minutes, tears were running down my face.  Not because I was sad, but because the emotions were finally getting a chance to surface.  I am going to try to meditate each day, but it's so hard for me to just sit and try to clear my mind. I made a goal to work up to 30 minutes at a time.

The effect it has on my work is great. I had some bad news about my team fucking up last week, and I was furious -- it was affecting multiple people at the company, and it was DESPITE us having had an hour long meeting about the subject. Not only did it make us look stupid, we were also putting other people behind.  I decided to get off the train early and walk the rest of the way to the office to clear my head and avoid ripping into everyone as soon as I got to work. On the way, a German girl dressed in a sari stopped me. She represented a temple in the city and started talking to me about karma and life. The timing was almost funny -- after my meditation conference, and just when I was struggling to put what I learned in the sessions to work in the real world. When I walked away from her, I was calm -- I had the new perspective that the team's fuckup was just a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things, and that although it was a problem that needed to be dealt with, it wasn't worthy of such a huge surge of negative emotion. Life is cool sometimes.

Speaking of work, we just moved into a new office. It's so cool. I feel like we're in a legitimate company now and not just working out of an apartment. The floorplan is open and airy with high ceilings. We have a couple of balconies, a ping pong table, and couches for informal meetings and working together. There are even some big outdoor beanbag chairs, perfect for lounging around on the balcony.  Before the US team was stuffed into a tiny meeting room that faced the building's inner courtyard. It was cramped, dark, and when we were all on the phone the noise was almost unbearable. There's still noise in our new spot (we are next to the Brazilian team, and they tend to speak loudly and emphatically) but we can see everyone and get some sunlight, which does wonders.

I was really struggling to deal with the new responsibility. Not because I wasn't able to manage the team, but because I was trying to do everything at once. Be a top seller, a leader, and tackle side projects at the same time. Finally I realized that if I kept that up, I'd get burned out quickly. I had two options: be a hands-off manager and try to outsell everyone, giving them something to aspire to -- or to be a hands on manager and let someone else be the top seller. I chose the second option -- I'd rather have a team of happy, balanced sellers who can focus on performance, have all their questions answered, and have their needs met. Once I made that decision, it's become so much easier. I still have my own accounts but if I have too many meetings one day, or if we have a new trial hire for the week, I don't beat myself up if I can't meet my selling goals.  And to hear the CEO tell me that I'm doing a great job is the icing on the cake -- ultimately I want to make him happy, and to hear that what I'm doing is working is such a relief and gives me energy and drive to keep going.

Also, I started seeing someone new. I met Dingens (not his real name) for the via Tinder back in December, but then I met Mir, and stopped seeing Dingens although we kept in touch. He's so German -- studying engineering (civil), tall and blond, and not from Berlin. It's still really casual but it'll be nice to see where things go with him.

Also, thank everyone who wrote me about my mom after reading my last post. It really means a lot to me to know that I have people around the world who are with me in spirit. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart!

I leave you with some pictures of Berlin in the spring.

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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Tribute to B.. No, not Queen B

I've written before about my roommate, and Mir the loverboy, some coworkers, my love for the city herself..but I've neglected to mention a very special VIP.

My girl B (no, not Beyonce, the other B) is my partner in crime.  Before I got to know her better, I remember stalking looking at her fb and thinking, "Wow, this is some interesting stuff here!" (Side note: for all of you living under a rock, Rule #1 of getting to know someone: check their fb. It's not stalking if everyone does it).

We have the same taste in music.  Rock. Good rock, with a twinge of darkness. Like.. Deftones, NIN, APC, Tool.. You name it, she's been to one of their shows. Met their wives. Has autographed pictures. Whatever. I know I can always count on her to "like" my Sound of the day on fb when I am in a rock mood.

It wasn't until an outing together with a couple friends that I realized how freaking awesome she is. B is kind of like a mullet: business in the front, party in the back.


Not going to lie.. Was staring at mullet pics for 10 mn before deciding on these. Because MacGyver. And short shorts.

And yes, while this analogy makes perfect sense in my head, I realize how strange that sounds, so let me explain.

Business in the Front
At work, she has her shit together. This girl is an expert in sales. She's got the friendly "I'm-actually-just-a-friend-calling-to-give-you-a-suggestion-about-this-great-thing-I-heard-about-and-am-totally-not-selling-you-anything" tone perfected. Side note: she's speaking in Portuguese but she's so awesome that even with the language barrier I know she's rocking it.

B can move a deal (opportunity for you Salesforce users out there) from cold to pending in one call. And organization? The girl's got a freaking elaborate excel spreadsheet to keep track of all the cycles she's got going on.  It's impressive, to say the least. The CEO would trust her with his life, I think, and it's well deserved.

Party in the Back
Oh God.. I will have to censor most of this part for both of our sakes.  B and I probably need a chaperone when we go out, but only in a good way.  For my family who is reading this: we are safe! With friends always! We stay away from dark alleys, questionable situations, and say no to drugs!

With that said.. you never know where the night will lead when we decide to go out -- attempted
(and clothed) pole dancing at Cookies, anyone?  Even when we decide to stay in it's an awesome time. I got a text one night around 1 am from her.. "I'm on the way home from Wohnzimmer but actually I don't want to go home.." My apartment is on her way, so of course the only logical explanation is to hang out in my kitchen with beers until the wee hours of the morning. Rock music, beer, and talking about any- and everything? Yes please. Before we knew it, the clock was chiming 5am. On a Tuesday.

She is kind, she is adventurous, she is confident. She's got her own opinions and she's not afraid to share them. She'd make Ke$ha proud -- "Be yourself. Unapologetically." She is tough and independent. She left her life back home for Germany, and she is painting Berlin red and making it HER fucking city. Amazing, unpredictable, intelligent, fun, and crazy? Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. My confidant, the one I spill my trashy dirty secrets to? Yes and yes. A role model in all the best ways? Yes.

                    


Monday, January 6, 2014

Sundays are the best

Saturday night I was feeling a bit nostalgic and was looking through a lot of pictures from my time on the West Coast. Sometimes I really miss my time there.. But on Sunday morning I woke up to the sound of those church bells next door, and realized how much I love hearing them.  It's the sound of being warm in my cozy bed, of sipping espresso in the morning, of sharing a bottle of wine with friends in the evening... It's the sound of being home.

Sunday was a perfect day, and I didn't even leave Wedding, the district of Berlin that I call mine.  Or am I hers?

The day started with a coffee and church bells.  Then, at noon, German brunch with Mir.  Fruit, four different kinds of cheese, three kinds of cold cuts/salami, bread, scrambled eggs with chives, and butter. So much heartier than the French breakfasts I had all summer (a piece of baguette with butter and honey, or a croissant.. Tasty but I was hungry an hour later), or the Italian breakfast I have now (espresso).  And the coffees came with pieces of homemade chocolate cake. Dee-lishhhh.


After eating and talking..and talking and eating.. And then having another coffee...Mir took me on a tour of Wedding. As a native Berliner and Weddinger, I had asked him about good places to go in the 'hood. Instead of just telling me the names of the places, he actually showed me where to go with a running commentary about why it was a good place and what I should order/drink/do.  Gas here is not cheap -- it's actually really freaking expensive, like $7/gallon -- but the weather was cold and rainy so he drove me everywhere.  I was trying my best to remember the places but he kept showing me more and more, so finally I started making a list on my phone.  And the places I couldn't remember, I managed to find again on my run this morning.. Yay me for finding them again, and yay Mir for being so awesomely amazing enough to show me all of them.

After my intense introduction to Wedding, we had one more stop to make -- Volkspark.  It's a huge park near the airport Tegel. It was cold and drizzling and I was wearing wedges but it was perfect anyway as we walked and talked and drank Mate. And then, as we were getting ready to go back to the car.. The rain stopped and the clouds shifted just enough to clear the horizon. Where there had been only gray just minutes before, the sky was on fire with pink and purple and blue.  Bare trees were highlighted in stark contrast against the vivid sky and I couldn't stop staring at it.  Nature is so breathtakingly beautiful and moments like that are really precious to me... Perfect.