Saturday, May 30, 2009

Summer


When the sun shines, filtering through the myriad green leafs of Berlin's street lining trees, Berlin in summer is glorious. Amazing, breathtaking, and worth the long winter. But, as I've been told, most of the world also involves rain in the summer. This is indeed true about Berlin. For the last three weeks, we've been blessed with glorious sunshine and far more often- intense thunderstorms and driving rain. They tend to be of the afternoon/evening variety. I was looking at some climate data for Berlin and also learned that June is Berlin's rainiest month of the year. Bummer man. It really shouldn't rain in the summer. Here's a bit from a poem I recently wrote, summing up my thoughts on summer and rain:

If I had to chose between
White noise and a muffled maybe outside rain,
Tonight it'd be the grey buzzing fizzing fuzzing cacophany
And not that entirely normal, but to me more than slightly alarming thing they call
Summer Rain.
A joke, right?
It isn't supposed to rain in the summer.

I'm not going to believe it can rain then-
Summer is scorched earth,
Drough water regulations,
Evens Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday,
Odds Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
It's wishing for hot wind to make it drop to 105,
Planning errands before 9am,
And watching sprinkler drops scatter across concrete
Like sizzling pancake heralding waterlets on Sunday mornings.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Selective Newsing


I think, when I return to California, I'm going to have to get a newspaper subscription. At least a weekend one. As the newspapers are so fond of telling me, fewer people are subscribing these days, everything is available free online, and print editions are a dying breed, causing those freedom of speech vanguards to continue shrinking their newsrooms and foreign offices. These valid reasons and my belief in newspapers as a necessity to a successful democracy, are not, however, the primary motivation in going old school, forgetting the trees, and subscribing. Rather, I have become a selective article reader, that is without the print edition in front on me- I find myself skimming, reading an article here, another there, checking certain sections more often than others and falling prey to catchy headlines. Those little news blurbs forgotten but important? Easily bypassed. Dear Abby? I haven't read her in years. Local letters to the editor? No more. My dependence on the NYTimes homepage (partly due to its status as defacto newspaper of record and maybe more to the well designed website), appealing Chronicle articles (with regular searches for Your Black Muslim Bakery updates), various German publications (those websites could learn a thing or two from the NYTimes) and Slate (oh, Slate! I love you.) is keeping me from reading the entirety of news. I'm going to have to change that.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Twenty-One in Germany


You'd think turning 21 in Germany, where the drinking age is 16 for beer and wine and 18 for everything else, would be a bit anti-climactic. But, now with two 21 celebrations under my belt here in Berlin- my own and two nights ago for Michael- I know this is only mildly true. The fact of the matter is that you can really celebrate anything anywhere and anytime you want- simply see my Thanksgiving and Cinco de Mayo celebrations in Berlin, and just wait for the 4th of July celebration to come! Due very much in part to the dominance of American pop culture the world over, I don't need to be in America to celebrate quintessentially American occasions or really even need to explain most of them very much- people know more or less what I'm talking about.

So two nights ago, although there was no 21 run, and no one was in danger of dying from alcohol poisoning- it was a successful celebration of 21.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Songs about Jennifer, Forgot One



How could I have forgotten one of my favorites? Hole's Jennifer's Body? I really do adore Courtney Love. New album soon, oh man am I excited. Even if the song isn't about a Jennifer per say, it is close enough for me, and on a great album I listen to often. And I thought there weren't any songs about Jennifer, boy was I wrong.

Songs About Jennifer


My real name is not actually Jenna. Jenna just happens to be what most people call me, how I introduce myself, and practically my full name. But, if you happen to check out any of my records or forms of ID, or you've known me for a long time, you'd know that my full name is actually Jennifer. So few people call me Jennifer, it feels strange against my skin. It used to be so bad, that when my name was called- I wouldn't respond. This was by no means intentional- I simply wasn't used to my own name. But enough about my identity issues. What I am really interested in, are songs about Jennifers- or Jennas. I didn't think there were that many- but then I started looking.

27 Jennifers by Mike Doughty
Jenny from the Block by Jennifer Lopez (how could this one ever be forgotten?)
Jennifer Juniper by Donovan
Jennifer by Styx
Jennifer by M2M- sorry, no link for this gem
Jennifer's Song by Strangelove (same, sorry)
and the incomparable and amazing Jenifa taught me by De La Soul

Do you know any more?

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Bread


Seriously, why do I buy bread? Homemade bread is soooooo much better. This weekend I made a loaf of polenta-cilantro bread and another loaf using a mixture of spelt flour and regular all-purpose with some whole wheat grains thrown in. And some delicious granola. Honestly, why do I ever buy these things? The interesting combinations came about while going through my cupboard. My roommate hardly ever cooks and yet has managed to amass a great quantity of odd ingredients. It kills me that they sit on the shelf in disuse. So, I finally put some of them to use. That bag of spelt flour is now half empty and the huge bag of once used polenta? It is most assuredly 1/3 or more lighter. The mystery grains and buckwheat? Hello granola. Working with my languishing oats, omnipresent flour, raisins, and other odd ingredients I've been a most productive (and inventive) baker this weekend. Interested in recipes? I'm never exact- but I'd try to be for you. Shoot me an email. Perhaps you even know some more interesting uses for polenta? One can always hope!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

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Sunset Trains


It is May and already the sun isn't fully set by 9pm. Tonight, heading back from Kreuzberg from am Indian dinner with Michael, the sun wasn't yet gone. I walked for a bit down tree strewn and leaf canopied streets around Mehringdamm as the sun slowly slipped down the horizon, dodging between buildings, through the blanket of green.

When I reached the U6 and headed to Tempelhof to catch the Ring Bahn home, the sun was dipping low enough to turn the evening pink. As I waited in the rosen dusk for my train, the exposed platform at Tempelhof took on a new life. It was the moment before streetlamps come to life- when life in the pink, or at least behind rose colored glasses, seems infinitely and believably possible. Bathed in the warm glow of a day's end- everything became, for a moment, just.

On the Ring back, the sun continued to drop below the horizon and the familiar scenery outside the SBahn tracks of Eastern Berlin looked strangely different. For a moment, passing the Fernsehnturm at Alexanderplatz did not seem the icon of Berlin that I have lived with for the last nine months. It wasn't recognizable, despite the constancy of its presence down the old Stalinallee, the magic memories of it wrapped in fog, or the recent brilliance of its glimmer in the summer sun. It was a foreign object on the night's sky- one I was experiencing for the first time.

And as I walked through my courtyard, the sun's light all but gone, it too took on a new presence, the trees dark against a blanket of blue, the bicycles beneath silent and waiting, silence wrapping around, taking over the sun's warmth.

Black Moth Super Rainbow



I have fallen in love, with a band called Black Moth Super Rainbow. An experimental band, fusing elements of psychedelic folk and electronic- how could I be anything but utterly besotted? They seem to perfectly fit my mood right now- the music could really fit any season- but the tunes on Dandelion Gum are a perfect match to this early May summer. The beats are dreamy and jarring- a kaleidoscope of senses. If you wanted to give them a go- I'd recommend beginning with the track Forever Heavy off the previous mentioned album (the video link on YouTube is interesting). The songs make me want to lay outside on the grass all day and watch flowers come to life in the summer sun. I can't help but think of time lapse flowers opening and closing when I listen. I want to float away on the raspberry dawn and touch heaven.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Shots from My Walk

A Walk Home


I love this building. I try to wind my way past it when I walk home from Mitte. Today was an exceptionally nice day weather-wise, so why not take a picture to remember it by?

I am working my way back into a swimming routine with my friend Lydia, and it is going quite well. We always try to do a kilometer- and once we reach the kilometer we work on upping the intensity. Before the winter break, we were doing quite well, but with the fitness pact separation of two months- we fell out of the habit. No fear though, we are doing quite well at getting back there. Today we did 800 meters and plan to go for 900 on Friday. I think we'll be back at a kilometer by next week. Part of the fun of going swimming twice a week, is Don Giovani's, where we go after. It is a sketchy "international cuisine" place in Tiergarten. For those unfamiliar with
Berlin, Tiergarten is not known for the culinary delights- Hauptbahnhof is nearby, and should we wish to support those struggling chain restaurants, we could go there. However, we chose rather to bring our business to Don Giovani's. With 2€ salads that are never the same, how could we chose otherwise?

And with the brief respite from the rain, I am walking, once more, all over Berlin.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Spring

And the rain rain rain came down down down...

To me, spring is usually just a more mild form of summer, no rain and slightly lower temperatures. But, this is not what spring is to the rest of the world- rather is a changeable thing, sunny one moment and rainy the next. As glorious as Berlin has been for the last two weeks- sunny and warm- we are now in a grey rainy period. I understand the logic and necessity of a spring jacket for the first time in my life! As much as I understand the rain is needed- I do wish it wouldn't.

It hadn't rained for a few weeks, and this weekend when I was riding the S-Bahn out into Pankow for a friend's BBQ, the drying landscape gave me the strongest feeling of homesickness. For the dry summer landscape and "golden" hills as you drive out in the country. For the dry heat warming your skin and baking sidewalks you jump across barefoot to get the mail. If the rain hadn't come, I could see Berlin's landscape turning into the scratchy hard pan, jittering and dusty in a hot dry summer gust. But the rain has come, and I think Berlin is going to stay green, I guess that is what most people tend to go for. And as lush and green as it is, I still can't help but find spring and summer rain a bit disconcerting.

So I carry my umbrella and sunglasses around with me at all times, and hope the sun'll come out to play. I promise to be nice.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Another Great May 1st Poster

1. Mai 2009

In the day preceding May 1st and on the day itself- Berlin became a different world, or rather parts of Berlin did. I live in Friedrichshain, in the eastern part of the city- together with the slightly southwest neighbor Kreuzberg, we make the super Bizirk of Freidrichshain-Kreuzberg. Kreuzberg was in the former West Berlin and has long been home to a large immigrant population, artists, students, and other bohemians. Kreuzberg also has a long history of demonstrations, protests, and violence on May 1st, and this May 1st was no different. Indeed, they are saying that due to the uncertain economic climate, the increase in joblessness in Germany, and the general economic crisis, this year was far more violent that in recent years. Over 250 demonstrators were arrested May 1st in Kreuzberg and over 250 police officers were injured. I had been told that the violence usually picked up around nightfall, but I was surprised to learn that it did not wait until cover of dark to begin, but rather began around 7.30pm. I was well out of Kreuzberg by then, but you could hear the sirens rushing to the area all over town. More about all that in a bit, but first a bit of background to give you a sense of Berlin leading up to the the May 1st National Holiday.

The preparations for violence and rioting began the day before. Walking around Kreuzberg the day before, one couldn't help but notice that all the banks and ATMs were boarded up- as though a hurricane were coming. I walked through Boxhagener Platz to get to Kreuzberg, where Walpurgis Nacht celebrations were to happen, hundreds of people were already gathered and police had set up a barricade. Bags were searched heading into the area and about 25-30 police wagons surrounded the square- ready for the evening hours. Indeed, before May 1st even came- Boxhagener Platz saw around 50 people arrested and another 50 police officers wounded- no numbers of wounded protesters seems ever to be given. Walking through Friedrichshain and Kreuzberg on April 30th, there seemed to be something in the air, a sense of excitement and trepidation. It felt like we were on a rollarcoaster- looking over the edge of the first climb, waiting for the plunge.

Now to the day itself, May 1st took me to Kreuzberg with a few friends, during the daylight hours, it was home to a huge street fair- Myfest (a play on the German word for May- Mai's pronunciation).The streets were full of people listening to live music acts set up around Kreuzberg, dancing, and people lounging in the sun. On every street, Turkish vendors were selling grilled items and everyone was drinking beer or mixed drinks sold for a few euros on the streets. There was a concentrated effort to prevent people's access to glass bottles- but there is no open container law in Germany- and it is harder to control access to alcohol than once would think. We wandered through Kreuzberg, drinking, eating street food, and taking in the great weather (the mid 70s). There really was a wonderful vibe of peace and joy throughout the area.

However, despite the chill vibe settling over the sun and shadow covered streets, the possibility of conflict which the later hours promised was not forgotten. Different demonstrations were going on all over the area and police wagons were parked all over, ready and waiting. According to a local newspaper- the police force on May 1st was around 5800 strong, 1700 of which were members of the Berin Police, the remainder being on loan from other areas of Germany. Indeed, as Kreuzberg enjoyed the Myfest, over in Köpenick (south-east of me), there was a demonstration against the NPD- National Partei Deutschland, an extreme right wing neo-Nazi organization- and their desire to open a new office there. Around 3000 protesters were there and managed to disrupt service to the S-Bahn station for about an hour. The Berlin Morgenpost has a nice series of photos from the demo here.

Around 5pm or so, we headed out of Kreuzberg, across the Spree, in Mitte close to Friedrichshain and to 25, a beach bar just opened for the spring and summer in Berlin. It was on the Spree, shinning in the afternoon sunlight- trees hung their branches low over a series of decks, and the chill vibe returned. As we enjoyed the afternoon-evening sun, we heard sirens in the distance and watched the sun sink lower into the horizon. As I enjoyed the sun, friends, and the type of relaxation I'd only ever felt in the summer before- Kreuzberg was erupting with violence.

The 6pm demonstration at Kottbusser Tor, Kapitalismus ist Krieg und Krise- Capitalism is war and crisis, was foreseen to be the forbringer of violence, but the numbers surprised most expectations. Around 15,000 people had been in Kreuzberg for Myfest, and at 6pm, around 7000 marched in the demonstration. Among the 7000 was a so-called black block- one of the largest seen in years. Soon enough, beer bottles and stones were flung at the waiting police officers. As the evening progressed, trash cans were set on fire, and some cars were attempted as well. The police countered with tear gas, pepper spray, rubber bullets, and other "crowd dispersal techniques." As with the Köpenick demo, the Morgenpost has another very nice photo series, here. It is almost difficult to believe that this is yearly occurrence, but based on the police presence alone- not even taking into account the tales of my friends, I know this to be true.