October 2011
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Oct 31st
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Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 28th
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Oct 28th
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Oct 28th
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WatchWatch
My song of the day - The Walkmen - While I Shovel the Snow It isn’t snowing yet…but still..
Oct 27th
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nothing ventured, nothing gained
Wer nicht wagt, gewinnt nicht
Oct 26th
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Oct 26th
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Oct 26th
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Oct 26th
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Oct 26th
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Oct 25th
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Oct 25th
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Oct 24th
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Wanderung nach Praha
I took the slow train to somewhere unfamiliar at noon on a Saturday on the first day of October - the seventh month of my stay in Berlin. Nothing much had changed. My German was still terrible, but the sun was shining. It had cruelly kept itself hidden away during the summer months. The sunshine in Berlin was reclusive and sporadic from June to August - it teased me and taunted me and made me...
Oct 24th
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out of sight, out of mind.
Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn.
Oct 22nd
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Oct 19th
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Oct 15th
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Oct 13th
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Oct 11th
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Oct 10th
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“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the...”
– Helen Keller
Oct 10th
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poem of the day.
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high,...
Oct 9th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 3rd
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Oct 3rd
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Oct 3rd
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Oct 3rd
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cais do sodre. sonho do dia.
On my second day in Portugal, it rained; lightly and unenthusiastically at first. I waited for Alberto to pick me up under the shelter of a bus stop overhang near Cais do Sodre on the left bank of the River Tagus that was usually the deepest blue but was grey and foreboding on that day because of the weather.  A few worn out looking, tanned older men were fishing by the shore and didn’t even seem...
Oct 2nd
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“All good things are wild, and free.”
– Henry Thoreau - Because this is 100 PERCENT true.
Oct 2nd
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