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lambs in the fog

Am Samstag morgen um 4.53 Uhr war das Lamm umstellt. Kurz nach 5 Uhr war er am zweiten Stock angekommen, vorher war er schon unaufhaltbar; in einer WG fand gerade eine Geburtstagsfeier statt. Die Mehrheit der Gäste der Geburtstagsfeier war noch zu klaren Worten im Stande und begann in ähnlicher Geschwindigkeit, sich über ihn zu echauffieren: Der Nebel.

Nebel am Highway No 1, nördlich von San Luis Obispo.

Manchmal ist das auf Feiern so, dass man unter all dem Smalltalk, dem Lachen und den subtilen Blicken sich entfernt und eine innere Distanz gewinnt. Ich stell mir dann immer vor, wie ich mit etwas Fusel in der Hand da stehe und dumm durch die Wand ziellos blicke. Dann sieht man die Gespräche, das Schmunzeln und die Augen, die die Zwischenmenschlichkeit scannen. Und alles wird zu einem System, so wie ein Kastanienmännchen, dass durch the area then tumbles and it shows from the outside, and then one senses, where it rolls out.

rolled it out in the fall to curse the fog, the August and throughout the summer. I think that of course all this is completely legitimate. But I can change anything! Therefore I now breaking a lance for the fog. The fog is when you think something actually one of the most pleasant (weather) conditions: He'll whip it into your face, it envelops you. It burns up but are not you cool. He's not your clothes soaking wet, but the only soft sweaters. He does not even punching ball with the feelings and mood, as is the case with low-or high-pressure areas. The fog, by contrast, feel like:

I, gondola, Tannheim to see anything.

• autumn hikes as early as Sunday afternoons could still be good
• hot chocolate in town centers
• Lord of the Rings movie nights
• Dagobah
• skiing
• From the top of the fog

see So me at any rate, at first thought.

falls in fog am always thinking, as I said in my first own apartment my own first coffee with milk from a large boule in the window of the third floor I enjoyed sitting while including the tinny commuter line from Landsberg from the bridge up to Caroline Schongauer triangle pushed quite slowly, and crawling. Sun clock around 6:30, when the sun first glance released to the sea of \u200b\u200bfog, of course that was completely quiet, but by the Lechstaustufe just yet accompanied the morning. The play was then half an hour and then disappeared as quickly as it came.

And that has always been good and because I never had a car accident in the fog, but only because I was in broad daylight to own scatterbrained, so I really like the fog always happy.

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Barclay.

on the compelling demand of Maria Now a brief report on the balls of fur that has recently been removed but not cost-free discharge roommate. His name is Barclay, is now about 6 months old and full of puberty. Features: It has a private war with my shoes - which he has done for some luck, my army is numerous . It differs me from the side, is very focused on me and also brings everything you peppers from the back: he retrieves. And is house trained, needs lots of exercise. He likes to sleep in my bed in the morning I will wachgestupst of a wet nose and, more recently, for whatever reason, even wachgeschleckt. That's about as funny as run over leg even if I otherwise the principle of a two-year-olds have facial hair. Of the four-legged tongue is in fact pretty darn rough. In the description of the creature, I try to keep two lines: on the one hand, I do not want to drift into this girly-cute-describing in terms of "I am the Hallilalöli Bahkliiii and I RV jetzi in Hausi of ... fuck off", on the other hand, will I somehow get inside a punch line. The latter was desperately trying hereby: It's a hangover. No dog.

He purrs look at, has the softest fur in the world (Supa for cleaning shoes, so maybe the private war), very very playful, but cool because it brings back everything.

Meine Morgenroutine hat insofern einige gravierende Änderungen erfahren: Wo ich dereinst zu so humanen Zeiten wie 10, 11 Uhr circa langsam der Welt mein Augenlicht geschenkt habe, selbiges mit Espresso und dem Trockensalat aus Richmond, Virginia untermalt habe, sieht das nun wie folgt aus:

Gegen 6.30 Uhr, manchmal auch früher, direkt proportional zur letzten Essensausgabe vom Vorabend, werde ich erst wachgestupst ("Bllllüüüüüüwäääääärghbllllprfff"), sodann wachgeschleckt ("Man muss das, du [ab hier zensiert]") und dann überrumpelt. Dieser Prozess wird zumeist begleitet vom Akkumulieren allermöglicher knisternder, things round, aluminum balls, the packaging of the Afri- cigarettes and everything usually found next to the tags on cappuccino on saucer. I throw it, force coordination skills through my humble 40qm2 postwar Germany, then to hope to have another 5 minutes of sleep. After 2 minutes the mountain has become larger again, and ... well.

I stand on most, down the stairs and start feeding. For the past one and a half months, paints a comforting purr of Augsburg in the beginning of fall for me, and I confess it feels good and makes a lot of fun. As long as the purr remains, it is probably based on reciprocity.

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Bei den Blogeinträgen ist es ähnlich wie mit den Hausarbeiten: Ich fang falsch herum an. Dabei sollte man garnicht „falsch herum“ sagen: Man beginnt halt weiter hinten, Hauptsache, man beginnt. So schaue ich jetzt auf die Liste da unten und denke „Mist, jetzt hast du mal wieder nur über Reisen geschrieben. Was gab’s denn daheim?“

Café zum schönen René in Würzburg - lässiges Konzept, urban-alternatives Flair. [like]

There was, for example, once panacotta, homemade. With strawberries - Ui! But there was actually still a lot more - great dialogue, shared laughter, something like that. For example, the tranquility in the library after 19:00 clock, I got to really love. The degree of familiarity with the other students, the creaking of the locker drawers and look in the rainy patio, where even the weather says one: ". Man, good that you're in there" And if you look on Saturday afternoon, the last coffee at the bakery or the evening, Wolf brings a pizza at Il Porcino begrudge while around you the multifaceted life of the university area's unexpected jump creates in the Sunday. From the outside, three to four zoom levels on Google Maps, then the so cute, you want to tweak the university in the cheek, and what to say dear.

The New.

Or "in Usgang" as the Zurich says, when I met someone did, who knows yet how Moscow Mule composed that one should travel a lot, that cooking is not just roses, but read well always . Without these experiences, the following would only be half as good. It's like the taste buds, if you train not but just packed up glutamate fuss then you stand at some point at an art opening, will bless the wine, what kind of flower, pot, and then notices that you have a beer in his hand.

Updated:

• In Speyer am Rhein with a bottle of water run down, although this should not have.
• From the terrace of the Soho House in Berlin coffee candy thrown.
• written in record time 2 papers.

Viewed:

• the moon on German motorways
• A Laughed cat in Haute-Koenigsbourg

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The
• bathed cat Potemkin . been hailed by a French policeman
• From a wine festival.

Lined:

• the usual
• The New
• Unfortunately, not the ordinary to the new.