Saufen, Grillen, Spazieren, Streichen

Last weekend was a 3-dayer in Germany. The reason was Pentecost. For some reason, in Germany, where, according to Spiegel, less than half of the population believes in life after death, the day when the Holy Spirit filled the Apostles with wisdom and cloves of fire danced on their heads, is a holiday. Actually, it is probably the day that the apostles got their hands on some really good shit and decided to have a rave in the desert, but here at, we don’t question the wisdom or motives of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is our strong faith in the Creator that keeps us on the path of righteousness and helps us resist the wickedness. Heathen concepts such as evolution, the fossil record and carbon dating, have no place here, even though they may be based on insurmountable logic and evidence deduced by the very brains the Good Lord gave us. God put the dinosaur bones under the dirt to test our faith. Amen.

So anyway, like I was saying, It was a 3-day weekend.

Friday night I swung by the Hausbar. I’ve been going there a bit more then usual because it is one of the few bars in Lüneburg with good music – Seriously, where else in Lüneburg are you gonna hear Waylon Jennings, Bonnie Prince Billy and Brian Eno within 10 minutes? While I was there, I met a musician called Jamison Young. He’s Australian, based in Prague and living in Oslo. After having a very long and in-depth discussion about publishing rights and Creative Commons, we walked around Lüneburg a bit more to a few other pubs. He said he needed a place to stay the night. After determining that he wasn’t some psychotic drifter that would stab me in my sleep and steal all my stuff, I let him crash on my couch. I slept upstairs with one eye open. Go to his site and listen to some tunes. You can download them for free.

On Saturday, he bought me breakfast and headed on his way. He had a show that night somewhere in Belgium and had a train to catch. In the afternoon, Jens, Steffi, Meike and I drove out to Bleckede and had a picnic/BBQ under a huge tree right on the bank of the Elbe river. The Grilleimer was in full effect. In the evening we all went to Schröder’s Biergarten for a drink. It was a fine time.

On Sunday, Mother’s Day, we went with Meike’s parents out to the Wiesen Café in Natendorf/Oldendorf II (I guess they can’t decide what village they are in) for Kaffee und Kuchen. If you are unfamiliar with German culture, you may not be familiar with the concept of Kaffee und Kuchen. Every Sunday afternoon in every café in Germany, it is time for Kaffee und Kuchen. Seriously, don’t keep a German from their goddamn Kaffee und Kuchen. If you are vomiting blood in the middle of a German café on a Sunday afternoon and need immediate medical attention, you are shit out of luck, dude. Not until the last Tropf of Kaffee has been geschluckt is anybody going to give a fuck about you and your problem. If you have the misfortune of being with a German on a Sunday afternoon with no café in the vicinity, you may get you arm gnawed off or, at the least, have to deal with a very surly German.

On Monday, I painted over graffiti on the exterior of our house and caulked silicone sealant around my shower. It was exciting. Afterwards my hands and arms were covered in silicone and I spent hours getting it off of me. It was like peeling thousands of stubborn boogers off of my skin.

Then I went to Candy Mountain.