Where am I supposed to ride this again?

Gotta love superfluous English. Although at least the ‘outdoor’ on my new bike makes a little more sense than the ‘street racer’ written in big letters on my skis. (Or could it be that I’ve been using my skis in the completely wrong environment all these years?)

Not unlike skiing, I learned to ride a bike too late in life to be very good at it. But cycling seems to be such a fun and convenient way to get around in Munich that I figured I might as well give it a try – while investing as little money as possible in the actual bike in case I only end up using it once. Nice bikes supposedly get stolen quite regularly in Munich, so I’m probably better off with my no-name ‘outdoor’ bike, anyway. Now to figure out the rules of the bike path…

Butt too big?


Then you might want to pick up the latest issue of AssCompact magazine!

Great chieftan o the puddin’ race!

Yesterday evening we were honored to be guests at a traditional Scottish Burns Night, the essential ingredients for which are haggis, whisky (are you Scots out there appreciating my spelling?), and a little poetry. The men in kilts were just an added bonus.

We learned a lot about Scottish culture while sipping on the delicious, warming whisky, important facts such as what kind of shoes are worn with a kilt, why haggis is better than salmon, and a variety of uses for the word ‘pudding’.

You’ve never seen a folk more enamored with their national dish than the Scots and their haggis. This love of a dish based on sheep entrails is hard for a vegetarian like myself to understand. But indeed, the Scots consider haggis so important that they want to make sure that everyone gets a chance to partake: there’s even a vegetarian version (entrail-free, naturally).

Without further ado, I give you the dramatic interpretation of Robert Burn’s poem ‘To A Haggis‘:

A poem for a haggis from zurika on Vimeo.

I wasn’t able to coax anyone into proclaiming ‘If it’s not Scottish it’s crap!’ (mainly due to a lack of concerted effort on my part), but there’s always next year… lucky for me Burns Night is celebrated each and every January 25th.

What you’re missing by not watching DSDS

Edited to add: unfortunately YouTube removed the video that went along with this post. Just imagine someone singing The Cars’ “Drive” with a mouth full of rocks or belting out “Another Day in Paradise” as if it were a sexy, sexy love song (complete with hip swivels).

The one TV show that we watch regularly here is Deutschland Sucht den Superstar, the German version of American Idol. We justify this guilty pleasure by noting that it’s good for the husband’s German to watch shows in the language, but really we just love watching bad singers with worse English skills try to do what they never should: sing in English.

Now it’s late enough in the season that the remaining singers are actually pretty good, so the brilliant producers brought back this guy, Menderes, to do a little low-brow entertaining this week.

Music in Tokyo

As of today, my new favorite band is Bump of Chicken. My love of this group is 100% based on its name alone.
Coming in a close second is Japanese Rap Sta.
Ever wonder what black sounds like?

Japan Japan Japan Japan Japan!

OK so we’re still in Switzerland, but all I can think about is our upcoming trip to Japan. I’m so exciting my head is about to explode. I’ve never been to Japan before, but I suspect it will be something like this (turn your speakers on – you’ll want to sing along).

I don’t want to make any cultural faux pas while I’m there, so could someone please explain to me what is going on in the video? It made perfect sense until the cat hung himself. I didn’t see that one coming at all…

Eternal thanks to Jack for this link.

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