Weekend recommendation

Go and get the cd "bande à part" of nouvelle vague.

Great covers of post-punk numbers in very nice way and it comes with a fantastic cd cover.

I would say it is a must-have. It brightens my drive to work anyway.

Have a nice weekend, I will!

Big recommendation

Really great music I recently discovered and I like to share with you:

You should check out the killers! The last two albums are absolutely fantastic; big recommendation!

Beautiful lyrics like “Why do you waste my time? ... is the answer to the question on your mind!”.

Jung, dynamisch, gutaussehend...

Sorry for not updating my blog regularly but I am afraid that that will be the normal case in the foreseeable future. It is not that I don’t have to say anything; it is rather that I don’t have to time and maybe energy to write it down… So you better call if you like to be updated or feel the urge to listen to my random ramblings. I promise, I am still good in that.

So what changed? I suppose, I am a respectable member of society by now, considering that I pay shit loads of taxes every month. Certain parts of my new “grown-up” life still scare the shit out of me though. One the hand I am more independent then I have ever been. On the other hand you get really fast suck into this whole commitment thing. It is a shame really how much time of your life you spend working. I can’t complain though, I have a good job which mentally challenges me most part of the day and the surrounding is cool as well. The job is an excellent starting position and I really get to learn a lot. Working in corporate development in a young, moving organization is actually quite exciting. However, it is still just work though. It doesn’t really make a difference, does it. Almost no job really does, does it? Questions you have to answer for yourself or alternatively to ignore when finally growing up.

Furthermore, I am still looking for my flat at the moment. Flat hunting really sucks in Hamburg! Otherwise Hamburg is superb. Absolutely lovin’ it! Even the weather isn’t as bad as often said. I suppose Dublin was the best training ever when it comes to weather resistance though…

Besides, I bought my first car. Yes, you are right claiming that for years I have been vehemently going on about that I so don’t want a car as it is bad for the environment, makes you fat and lazy, costs a fortune yada-yada-yada... And all these good arguments still count, but after three months of sitting in the train for two hours every day in combination with working long hours, I couldn’t care less. Fuck principles, I so need a car by now.

Time to move on

After a post-world cup depression (it was really so much fun) and some tiny attacks of fear of existence, my excessive assertiveness won the final battle and things are going to change.

Corresponding to the German saying “Aller guter Dinge sind drei” I finally took the third job offer I got (see, I am not all picky and I can chose when something good comes up) and next week I am going to move to Hamburg. How cool is that? In between I started to doubt that I’ll overcome the small city curse and well, I won’t be exactly working in Hamburg, now, but it will be easy enough to commute.

So things are going to change once more. Can’t wait!

Thank you for being our guests!

This is my last football post, I promise! Although maybe another tiny one tomorrow to honour the Frenchies…. Allez les bleus! I don’t want the drama queens to win…

Just imagine how fantastic it would have been if Germany had become world champignon. Probably three days of party non-stop… We are the winners anyway as we celebrate even the third place like champignons. Schweini, you were indeed great yesterday; but you idiot, why didn’t you play like that against Italy???
I am really sad that this whole spectacle is over tonight. It was such a good fun. Can we have the World Cup back if South Africa screws it up?

One thing that kind of strokes me during the last month was how superstitious men get when it comes to football. Some don’t change and don’t wash their lucky pants or alternatively socks anymore. Obviously here you could argue that they actually would like to behave like that all year around but social restrictions kind of set limits in a normal surrounding… Others claim that they already knew that we would loose the game as they didn’t manage to watch the game exactly at the same spot where they stood during the last game the team won in a jam-packed public viewing area. And one of the most ridiculous explanations for a goal against us I heard was that some guy claimed it just happened because a friend forecasted it in a bet. I always forecasted a 2:1 and it never happened. That’s why my total betting results are shit. But maybe I am having the wrong gender to suddenly evolve special world cup magic powers…

Waldmeister

Despite my massive support Germany lost the semi-final. But at least our players are not exceptionally gifted actors like the Italians. That was ridiculous… Honestly guys, join a dancing club or something like that when you need to start crying every time an opposite player only looks in your direction. Ridiculous…

Well, it was a touch game, both parties fought hard and in the end the Italian had the luck on their side. Fair enough; still had a fun time in Dortmund yesterday. Although I don’t feel comfortable seeing men crying. Thank God, my company rather decided to head to next beer booth to drown the misery… Italy of all countries… Well, Portugal or France will kick their ass in the final. I am indifferent between those two ones, although I kind of can remember that I promised someone yesterday to cheer for Portugal. So Portugal is it then.
However, our boys were still great. A few months ago no one would have expected such a performance. And at least the end of the most common excuse in Germany at the moment “I’ll get that after the World Cup!” is near.

Oh My God!!!

I already swore that I will so never ever get emotionally attached again and then we still win… Not that I didn’t trust unsern Jungs.
Thanks to my sister’s texting and my mobile internet I had a live ticker in the train. And the penalty shoot-out (is it still called “penalty” thingy when it is used after the overtime??? That would be stupid...) I could already listen to in the car. Honestly, that was so nerve-wracking; I almost bit my perfectly manicured fingernails. It’s fantastic, now, we will so become world champignon. Football it’s coming to its real home!

And the best, Germany will play the semi-final in Dortmund next Tuesday. Guess where I will be next Tuesday…