<?xml version='1.0' encoding='ISO-8859-1'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330</id><updated>2010-02-02T22:09:28.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from Germany</title><subtitle type='html'>I am an American expat living in Germany. It's a far away land on the other side of the ocean. It's interesting and often weird here. If you read this and want to comment then email me at blog(the at symbol)chillmost.com. If you find any spelling or grammar mistakes, you can keep them.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/blogger.html'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.chillmost.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>667</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-6484068895004886442</id><published>2010-02-02T21:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:09:28.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Doberan - Heiligendamm</title><summary type='text'>Over Christmas we went to Bad Doberan in the German state of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern. It was nice just chill out and not have to worry about the usual Christmas bullshit. We stayed at the Hotel Friedrich-Franz-Palais. The food was amazing.Click the photo below to see more.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/6484068895004886442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/6484068895004886442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2010/02/bad-doberan-heiligendamm.html' title='Bad Doberan - Heiligendamm'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-64873859288193279</id><published>2010-01-30T21:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:30:02.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><summary type='text'>Not much going on here. It has been snowing quite a bit and the temperature has been hovering consistently under or around freezing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/64873859288193279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/64873859288193279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2010/01/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-6371096172177373894</id><published>2009-12-18T01:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:55:52.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alles Klar?</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted in awhile. It's mainly because there is nothing new. Oh, It snowed here in Lüneburg today for the first time this winter season. This is what it looks like outside my place when you take the trash out at 1:30AM.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/6371096172177373894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/6371096172177373894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/12/alles-klar.html' title='Alles Klar?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-3560935856362955067</id><published>2009-10-04T19:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:30:45.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><summary type='text'>I recorded a lullaby for you and yours. It's called Sweet Little Baby. Click on the link to hear it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/3560935856362955067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/3560935856362955067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/10/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-8636897749812971566</id><published>2009-10-04T19:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:26:33.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><summary type='text'>Moin moin,I'm busy. I got things to do. Can't talk about some of it here though. I'm secretive like that.I took a week off work so I could finish up some projects and take care of some stuff that needed taking care of. The main thing being mixing the forthcoming album from Through a Rebel Heart and some Venusberg tracks. Also, I had to go to Berlin to renew my passport. I could do it by mail and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/8636897749812971566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/8636897749812971566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/10/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-1243338727366873069</id><published>2009-08-28T22:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:57:19.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ein Loch vor der Tür</title><summary type='text'>It has taken at least 3 days to find a busted pipe and fix it. The hole you see here has been filled in and a newer hole has been dug up to the left of it. Considering that the weekend is now upon us, I don't this will be resolved until next week. The thing we are most worried about is that we live on a heisse Ecke, meaning there are a lot of drunken nighttime revelers that pass by our house at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/1243338727366873069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/1243338727366873069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/08/ein-loch-vor-der-tur.html' title='Ein Loch vor der Tür'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-5970135249112040668</id><published>2009-08-18T23:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:25:47.505+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how all Germans ride bikes</title><summary type='text'>Let's see you NYC hipsters do this on your fixies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/5970135249112040668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/5970135249112040668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/08/this-is-how-all-germans-ride-bikes.html' title='This is how all Germans ride bikes'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-280264052976201352</id><published>2009-08-17T00:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:33:19.559+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bremerhaven</title><summary type='text'>We took a short trip to Bremerhaven over the weekend. If you are ever there, there are 2 things you need to see: the Deutsches Auswandererhaus (German Emigration Center), and the Zoo am Meer. Click for some awesome pictures.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/280264052976201352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/280264052976201352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/08/bremerhaven.html' title='Bremerhaven'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-6645903644249211873</id><published>2009-08-14T00:22:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:28:47.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Paul 1915-2009</title><summary type='text'>When I was 15 I was looking to buy a new electric guitar. Until then I had been playing my first, a Peavey Patriot. I was torn between 2 models played by my 2 favorite players: a Fender Stratocaster (Jimi Hendrix) or a Les Paul (Jimmy Page). The father of a classmate of mine was a guitar player from Chicago. He was an early mentor of sorts and taught me a bunch of things about chords, scales and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/6645903644249211873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/6645903644249211873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/08/les-paul-1915-2009.html' title='Les Paul 1915-2009'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-52606589014119616</id><published>2009-07-28T20:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:00:18.891+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Too young to be shooting men in Reno..</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/52606589014119616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/52606589014119616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/07/too-young-to-be-shooting-men-in-reno.html' title='Too young to be shooting men in Reno..'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-3270454895706010229</id><published>2009-07-20T12:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:35:05.787+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus H. Christ, Houston. We're on the Fucking Moon!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/3270454895706010229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/3270454895706010229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/07/jesus-h-christ-houston-were-on-fucking.html' title='Jesus H. Christ, Houston. We&apos;re on the Fucking Moon!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-2444494204248417447</id><published>2009-07-20T00:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:17:42.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Been traveling....</title><summary type='text'>Berlin...Lübeck...Travemünde...Leer...Aurich...Groningen...We just got back today and tomorrow it's back to work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/2444494204248417447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/2444494204248417447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/07/been-traveling.html' title='Been traveling....'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-364565727268067311</id><published>2009-07-03T00:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:00:50.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Then we take Berlin!</title><summary type='text'>I'm outta here for the weekend. Jens and I are going to Berlin to let the sow out one last time before he becomes a daddy. We're gonna see the sexy Peaches concert and possibly some drum &amp; bass at Maria am Ostbahnhof (I know, drum &amp; bass, but it is so rare here in my neck of the woods, I get it when I can). We may also check out the Stasi museum.That's it till next time...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/364565727268067311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/364565727268067311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/07/then-we-take-berlin.html' title='...Then we take Berlin!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-1063444115986660683</id><published>2009-06-26T01:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:51:32.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson: 1958 - 2009</title><summary type='text'>Thriller was the first album I ever owned. I think I got it for Christmas in 1983 if I remember correctly. I loved that record. I wore the grooves out. I'm not embarrassed to say, that I even had a glove made of silver lamé and could do the moonwalk (well, maybe a little embarrassed). When the John Landis directed video for Thriller came out, it scared the hell out my siblings and I. My sister </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/1063444115986660683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/1063444115986660683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-1958-2009.html' title='Michael Jackson: 1958 - 2009'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-7915189028517469989</id><published>2009-06-25T19:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:09:27.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How languages and grammar shape the way you think</title><summary type='text'>There is an interesting article over at edge.org (yeah, I never heard of it either), by Lera Boroditsky, about language and how it shapes the way we think. it touches on a lot of things that I somehow noticed when learning German but couldn't really articulate.What it means for a language to have grammatical gender is that words belonging to different genders get treated differently grammatically</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/7915189028517469989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/7915189028517469989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/06/how-languages-and-grammar-shape-way-you.html' title='How languages and grammar shape the way you think'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-1176860036835496771</id><published>2009-06-24T20:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:25:52.491+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sommer und Stadtfest</title><summary type='text'>It is fairly safe to say that summer is on. The weather has been consistently warm for a few days and there is lots of grilling in effect. We've had people over a few times to grill. We do it on the street, commando style. There is probably a law against it, but nobody has complained yet. This weekend is probably going to involve some grilling as well. Germans are all about grilling. At the  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/1176860036835496771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/1176860036835496771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/06/sommer-und-stadtfest.html' title='Sommer und Stadtfest'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-1600160261343472329</id><published>2009-06-23T19:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:13:20.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey-oh!</title><summary type='text'>Ein Chefarzt führt die Frau eines reichen Stifters durch den neuen Gebäudeflügel des Krankenhauses. Als die beiden in ein Zimmer hereinschauen, sehen sie einen männlichen Patient, der im Bett liegt und masturbiert. Der Chefarzt beruhigt die schockierte Frau und erklärt, dass der Patient an einer sehr ernsten Krankheit leidet. "Seine Hoden produzieren zu viel Sperma. Falls der Patient nicht </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/1600160261343472329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/1600160261343472329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/06/hey-oh.html' title='Hey-oh!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-7804156214724878513</id><published>2009-06-04T08:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:29:19.834+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Koko Taylor (1928-2009)</title><summary type='text'>Koko Taylor more than once said she hoped that when she died, it would be on stage, doing the thing she loved most: Singing the blues.I used to work at Streeterville Studios in Chicago in 1998 a few years before it went under. I worked with a lot of well known and phenomenally talented people but with very few true professionals. She was one of them. I assisted on a Koko Taylor session for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/7804156214724878513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/7804156214724878513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/06/koko-taylor-1928-2009.html' title='Koko Taylor (1928-2009)'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-648911481295126699</id><published>2009-05-27T23:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:41:43.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada, zip, zilch</title><summary type='text'>I'd blog, but I don't have a lot to say. I'm recording a lot of music. I'm mixing some stuff for these guys (will be finished soon). I'm also recording some lullabies for my friends Jens and Steffi who are expecting a child in October. One is almost done. I'll put it up here soon.And I've been working on my mustache...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/648911481295126699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/648911481295126699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/05/nada-zip-zilch.html' title='Nada, zip, zilch'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-5644162858477642937</id><published>2009-04-30T23:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:35:27.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acht</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/5644162858477642937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/5644162858477642937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/04/acht.html' title='Acht'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-7044124173393933445</id><published>2009-04-29T22:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:32:51.624+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Best. Resignation. Ever.</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the best resignations ever.This is the other one...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/7044124173393933445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/7044124173393933445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/04/best-resignation-ever.html' title='Best. Resignation. Ever.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-5941450675994148683</id><published>2009-04-28T21:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:18:37.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lübeck</title><summary type='text'>We went to Lübeck over the weekend for a short (24 h) trip. It is a beautiful city. It is very similar to Lüneburg as far as architecture is concerned, but it is a bit bigger. In the 14th century it was the richest and most important city of the Hanseatic League. If you are in northern Germany, it is worth a trip, after visiting Lüneburg, of course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/5941450675994148683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/5941450675994148683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/04/lubeck.html' title='Lübeck'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-7293472352698041868</id><published>2009-04-25T09:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:37:52.502+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bierdeckel Blues!</title><summary type='text'>In the past 2 weeks, I can specifically recall 3 instances when I ordered a beer and didn't get a beer mat under my glass when it came to the table. I thought it was strange because, although it is not a travesty to go without a beer mat, it's considered "good form" for the wait staff to set one under the glass when bringing you your beer.I wonder if it has anything to do with this...But now the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/7293472352698041868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/7293472352698041868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/04/bierdeckel-blues.html' title='Bierdeckel Blues!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-156403555072601300</id><published>2009-04-19T00:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:47:09.688+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not going goth....</title><summary type='text'>I went for a walk on Thursday through the Michaelis Cemetery in Lüneburg. I brought along my 35mm SLR and shot a roll of pictures. I'll get those developed next week. Afterwards, I continued with my digital and took some interesting shots.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/156403555072601300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/156403555072601300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/04/no-im-not-going-goth.html' title='No, I&apos;m not going goth....'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303330.post-6270507939132150964</id><published>2009-04-16T00:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:31:02.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Tunes!</title><summary type='text'>A while back I recorded some songs and gave them to my Dad for Christmas. Now I give them to you.My Heroes Have Always Been CowboysPancho &amp; LeftyFolsom Prison Blues (This was published here before, but I updated it a bit)I Know - This is original.Enjoy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/6270507939132150964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303330/posts/default/6270507939132150964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.chillmost.com/2009/04/some-tunes.html' title='Some Tunes!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05591215256347489192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06486789707735607103'/></author></entry></feed>