For a while now, I have been hearing about this blog thing. The first time must have been on the Beeb, to which I listen in frequently, telling the story of how some persons' bloig had helped save the day. Weblog. It sounded so much like something out of Star Trek that I just had to try it at some point....
Well here we are, three months later, me having discovered this site through accident and adrants informing the intersted public that Quentin Tarantino ( whether it is him or not doesn't matter.) now has his own blog. Jealousy immediatly siezed hold of my youthful fingers, urging them to click the links and Follow them, until, about five minutes later- voila! Instant Blog!
So here it is, to anyone who reads this:
Hello! And welcome to this rather arbitrarily named page. The reason, as you may figure is that I currently live in Berlin, Germany (not one of the 23 plus Berlins the States call their own), it is post 2k3 and the world is still turning, even though the German Economy (das deutsche Wirtschftswunder, my brothers!) is not.
Me? An art student, I guess I'd have to call myself. One of those young hopefuls who one day dream of finding themselves in som creative excecutive position at some great AD Agency (If anyone from Stylorouge happens to read this- Love your work!), who may or may not end up holding up the post of their very own little trolley and living under some bridge. I hope to have moved to more benign climes by then.
Alternatively, I'll still be doing promotion work for my current employer- the darling Fitness Company in Neukoelln- I'll talk about that later- inviting people to join in a competition which is a complete marketing fraud. On a day like this, it may just want to make you scream- in my case sneeze- as the constant drizzle of an April rain in the middle of August does tend to drive some message home. Usually it's a cold love letter from the clouds above, chilling parts of your body that you thought were protected by skin.
So on a complaining note, we plod on through the details of my life- Half a degree in English Lit and LatAmer. Philology (such a nice word- I wonder if it's still in use anywhere...), a life of safety and security in the busom of the nuclear family at twenty- two going on three, a head full of ideas and an apple mac crunching 3D textures in my humble abode. What else? Single, but active, books, art, electronic music (everything that does not move at a strict 4/4 beat), music in general, my friends, my beloved College, writing, reading and this ridiculous obseission with Love! (However the guy said it).
Strike the last one though. A romantic he's not- but noone's ever complained, so I can't be that bad...
Hmmm.... I think I'll end it on this and see what tomorrow brings- If I contnue on this not I'll start singing my own praises- that may be a good idea if that person from Stylorouge IS actually reading this, but for the sake of my hard- earned and hard- learned humility, I will take myself- elswhere. More on the where... later.
Enjoy all!
Well here we are, three months later, me having discovered this site through accident and adrants informing the intersted public that Quentin Tarantino ( whether it is him or not doesn't matter.) now has his own blog. Jealousy immediatly siezed hold of my youthful fingers, urging them to click the links and Follow them, until, about five minutes later- voila! Instant Blog!
So here it is, to anyone who reads this:
Hello! And welcome to this rather arbitrarily named page. The reason, as you may figure is that I currently live in Berlin, Germany (not one of the 23 plus Berlins the States call their own), it is post 2k3 and the world is still turning, even though the German Economy (das deutsche Wirtschftswunder, my brothers!) is not.
Me? An art student, I guess I'd have to call myself. One of those young hopefuls who one day dream of finding themselves in som creative excecutive position at some great AD Agency (If anyone from Stylorouge happens to read this- Love your work!), who may or may not end up holding up the post of their very own little trolley and living under some bridge. I hope to have moved to more benign climes by then.
Alternatively, I'll still be doing promotion work for my current employer- the darling Fitness Company in Neukoelln- I'll talk about that later- inviting people to join in a competition which is a complete marketing fraud. On a day like this, it may just want to make you scream- in my case sneeze- as the constant drizzle of an April rain in the middle of August does tend to drive some message home. Usually it's a cold love letter from the clouds above, chilling parts of your body that you thought were protected by skin.
So on a complaining note, we plod on through the details of my life- Half a degree in English Lit and LatAmer. Philology (such a nice word- I wonder if it's still in use anywhere...), a life of safety and security in the busom of the nuclear family at twenty- two going on three, a head full of ideas and an apple mac crunching 3D textures in my humble abode. What else? Single, but active, books, art, electronic music (everything that does not move at a strict 4/4 beat), music in general, my friends, my beloved College, writing, reading and this ridiculous obseission with Love! (However the guy said it).
Strike the last one though. A romantic he's not- but noone's ever complained, so I can't be that bad...
Hmmm.... I think I'll end it on this and see what tomorrow brings- If I contnue on this not I'll start singing my own praises- that may be a good idea if that person from Stylorouge IS actually reading this, but for the sake of my hard- earned and hard- learned humility, I will take myself- elswhere. More on the where... later.
Enjoy all!
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