My 9 most-liked images on Instagram of 2018. Seems about right, my year was pretty much dominated by (working next to) Lindau harbor, trips to Kleinwalsertal, Brandnertal, books, and her. Happy holidays, my friends, may 2019 bring more peace, health, and blog posts.
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Burgselfie.
Dinner with Women Who Are Not My Wife
I couldn’t express my annoyance with this in only 140-characters, so here’s a short blog post:For his part, Mike Pence is also very, very committed to ensuring that there’s never even the slightest appearance of impropriety with regards to his marriage. To achieve such a feat, Pence reportedly won’t have dinner alone with a woman …
Sick and tired of the usual, grueling day-to-day coverage of the US presidential election? Yeah, me too. Yet there are still 10 days to go until the watershed election day.. Besides the repetitive email scandals on one side and gross sexist, racist rambling on the other side, there are still challenging issues and fascinating stories. 7Days2Vote …
Sometimes It Just Hits You.(The sun shone in, the glint in your eye) On a sunny spring dayJust returned from lunch with your friend and her daughterThanks to a twist in your biographyyou have all the time in the worldSo you rediscover a song you almost forgotBetween chorus and verseYou suddenly feel everything you’ve ever feltand …
I use my phone like a single lady younger than 32 who makes less than $52,000/year.
According to this test. Seems about right.
Yes, perusing the #chubstr and #PTOman hashtags on Instagram made me put on a lambswool sweater and an OCBD instead of a worn out hoodie just to go to the post office, why do you ask?
Throwback Thursday pic to happy days at my grandmother’s place.
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it. David Foster Wallace
One last balcondemia session Thanks to the unusually warm weather in Southern Germany at the moment, I was able to study on my balcony this afternoon – possibly for the last time, as my final exam for my M.A. in North American Cultural Studies is next week. (I don’t know how I feel about that.)