Citizens, I missed you! Sara did a great job while I was busy having fun — but at least I was having good, clean European fun. Germany was sunny, and the news was… boring. Not much happening over there, so let’s look east, which is where the real news is.
Listen, I’m cheating this week. I don’t own Berlin or any other Lou Reed album on vinyl, only on CD. Because the man loved to be such a contrary bastard in the name of doing what he wanted, breaking my self-imposed rules seems fitting while paying tribute. Let us talk about the rock ‘n’ roll […]
Last week, my sister and I took a bunch of kids on a last big carefree holiday before the oldest ones start school in September. Out of both necessity (we needed a place that we could all reach comfortably by train) and a bout of nostalgia, we decided on a sleepy little town in Brandenburg.
Unlike most fictional stories about an American’s experience abroad, the heroine of the Kat Vespucci series by Ingrid Anders doesn’t seek to “find herself” in other countries or to “save” the natives. Rather, wide-eyed, curious Kat is thrown blindly into new experiences with little or no previous knowledge that could distort her observation of history […]
I wasn’t going to write about this album yet. I was putting it off, because it’s one of those albums that had such a huge impact on my life, and I was going to wait until I felt like I could do it justice. But after a long two weeks, it’s time.
Ich bin keine Berliner(in). That, of course, is a twist on John F. Kennedy’s famous proclamation when he visited Berlin in 1960 and declared, “Ich bin ein Berliner” to demonstrate his solidarity with the people of then West Berlin. My variation, however, has two meanings: one, I was not born in Berlin and two, I […]