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THIS BLOG HAS MOVED

THIS BLOG HAS MOVED ... I might decide to post in parallel for some time, until I'm really sure I want to leave Blogger, but I think I am ...

THIS BLOG HAS MOVED TO: TWINGA.TYPEPAD.COM

... my main web URL hasn't changed and incorporates this new blog. (my firstnamelastname.de)

Bye Bye Blogger

22 Uhr in San Francisco

Es ist zehn Uhr abends und ich habe gerade 4 Folgen Verbotene Liebe am Stueck angeschaut! Deshalb der Blog Post auf Deutsch :-). Dank meiner Schwester kann ich auch im fernen Kalifornien in den Genuss von seichten deutschen Soap Operas kommen - DVD Rekorder sei Dank! Ich bin natuerlich weit hinterher in der Storyline ... heute z.B. wollte Leonard den Moerder von Cecile umbringen ... aber es macht ja nichts, Hauptsache man kann mal abschalten.

A few technical news in English:
1) You can now email any of my posts to people who might be interested in all the interesting stuff I have to say by clicking on the Email icon below :-)
2) I've added technorati tags to this blog (in this case "Verbotene Liebe" "technorati" "Blogger" "Wordpress" and "Typepad")
3) For now I've decided to stick with my Blogger account. Typepad seems a nice option if you want to include your own tags within your blog, but it's not free. And Wordpress can import all the stuff I ever wrote here on Blogger, but it just looks really bad ... sorry.

Verbotene Liebe technorati Blogger Wordpress Typepad

Wohoooo - GERMANY WON 4:2

... and our lovely IT guy had set up live TV in the office... while I was typing away on my laptop. Awesome...

Here's the winning picture live from Augsburg!

soccer world cup Augsburg

Fussball Weltmeisterschaft

Yaeh, the soccer world cup has started. Germany is currently playing Costa Rica... just a quick post from here, Redwood City, California, where I'm looking at Augsburg (Germany) city hall's live web cam. My sister is somewhere in the crowd ... Go Germany, go !!! :-)

Fussball Weltmeisterschaft soccer world cup Augsburg

Happiness

I just came back from a really good play, a one-man show by Rick Reynolds called "Happiness." Navin and I have been talking about going to one of the small theaters in San Francisco forever, and we finally booked tickets for the Marsh. The little theater reminded me a bit of the one we had been to in London ... but well, that's actually kind of a pointless statement since none of you have actually been there... :) ... so, about the play: Happiness is the true (at least I think so) story of Rick Reynolds who as a kid never received love from his mum, lived through two failed marriages, and has two sons that keep him from falling further into depression. This main thread spins through the whole story, as Rick tells us about the real Rick, not the one that seems to be a happy man on stage, but the one that goes off stage and falls back into depression. He manages to tell this actually really sad fact in an extremely funny way, and offers a lot of interesting thoughts and theories about happiness.

One of his theories is that every person has an individual 'hum' level. Most Americans in fact, when asked whether they perceive themselves as a happy, moderately happy, moderately unhappy, or unhappy person, will answer 'moderately happy.' Some people are just by nature very happy, and he believes that part of it is also determined during your childhood, whether you had a happy childhood and got the feeling of being loved, or not.

Research suggests that married people are happier than single people. But if you assume that the basis of a healthy relationship is happiness, then this means that two already happy people who find each other just stay together much longer and that's why married people appear to be happier. Or in other words: a lot of single people have an overall lower hum level and nobody wants to stick around with them for long ... that's his theory...

Rick is an amazingly real, honest, and yes, extremely funny actor, and if he's ever back in town, I'll for sure go and see another play! And, I really wish for him to find a way to raise his hum-level. He already knows where to look for the answer: within himself.

Okay, blogging stage time over for today... ... ...

About Rick

My name is Rick Reynolds. I was born in Portland, Oregon, on December 13, 1951. I stand six feet two and one-half inches tall. I weigh 195 pounds. I have big hands, a big nose; I believe my penis to be of average size.

I'm losing my hair. I wouldn't even have this pathetic wisp of hair on my head if I hadn't paid thousands of dollars years ago for hair transplants. I guess you could say I'm vain. I know that I care way too much what people think about me.

I'm insecure and often jealous of my peers. In fact, I sometimes hope for horrible things to happen to my friends.

I don't believe in God. I'm pretty sure that God does not exist; I hope he doesn't hold that against me.

I'm obsessive. It's a good thing I don't have any really bad habits. I don't smoke. I've never been drunk. I don't do drugs. Sugar, I do. I have almost no self-control with sweets. I can't understand people who do.

I guess I have a lot of problems, so many that I don't have time to go into them all in detail. Suffice it to say I'm anal, obsessive, vain, quick to temper, overly introspective, lazy, judgmental, insecure, and self-righteous. Probably the most annoying thing about me is that I'm hugely opinionated. But I kind of make up for that by always being right.

The Marsh San Francisco Rick Reynolds Valencia

This is AMAZING

Danke danke danke Elena!

This is amazing! I promise, the next person who gets me really drunk will have the pleasure so see me perform the following (and people who know me will know which point made me promise that ;-) ...)

The person who guesses the song will win the performance ...

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why is extraordinary better than ordinary ... doesn't extra mean more of the same ordinary? or am i just confused?

well lets move on ... recently i was in a classrooom, eight little boys and two pigs named hamid and roy. now lets move on.

so who reads blogs? amateurs or web voyeurs?

Californians

I have a great response to Maureen's comment on my last post ...

( Maureen said...
Any arrests made for indecent exposure? I guess that's probably not even considered illegal in San Francisco, is it? 8:20 PM)

So here you go - it's kind of old, no idea who wrote it, but it's funny :-)

Californians

So as not to be outdone by all the redneck, hillbilly, and Texan jokes,
you know you're from California if:

1. Your co-worker has 8 body piercings and none are visible.

2. You make over $300,000 and still can't afford a house.

3. You take a bus and are shocked at two people carrying on a
conversation in English.

4. Your child's 3rd-grade teacher has purple hair, a nose ring, and is
named Flower.

5. You can't remember . . is pot illegal?

6. You've been to a baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm donor.

7. You have a very strong opinion about where your coffee beans are
grown, and you can taste the difference between Sumatran and Ethiopian.

8. You can't remember . . is pot illegal?

9. A really great parking space can totally move you to tears.

10. Gas costs $1.00 per gallon more than anywhere else in the U.S.

11. The guy at 8:30 am at Starbucks wearing a baseball cap and
sunglasses who looks like George Clooney really IS George Clooney.

12. Your car insurance costs as much as your house payment.

13. You can't remember . . .is pot illegal?

14. It's barely sprinkling rain and there's a report on every news
station: "STORM WATCH."

15. You pass an elementary school playground and the children are all busy with their cells or pagers.

16. It's barely sprinkling rain outside, so you leave for work an hour
early to avoid all the weather-related accidents.

17. HEY!!!! Is pot illegal????

18. Both you AND your dog have therapists.

19. The Terminator is your governor.

20. If you drive illegally, they take your driver's license. If you're here illegally, they want to give you one.

Bay to Breakers 2006

Today was Bay to Breakers, a yearly event in San Francisco. I heard it's a race where people are running for 7 miles, starting at 8 a.m. somewhere in the City and finishing at the end of Golden Gate Park. But since we only went there around 10:30 a.m. it was more like a Love Parade without the techno trucks, but with the same kind of crazy people ... in other words: just another excuse for the crazy San Francisco folks to get naked and/or dress in crazy costumes.

We walked from Hayes and Van Ness all the way to 30th Ave at Golden Gate Park, with all the back and forth it walked around 5 miles!!

Here are some of today's impressions. Flickr sei Dank ...