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my taste is not a commentary on yours

I am still in the process of unpacking my suitcases - and it once again brings it home: I own a ton of clothes (even though I don't yet everything here, more of my stuff is in Amsterdam, Bamberg and Rosenheim with different people). And not all of my clothes are in the same style. Seriously, one day I feel this way and the other different, so I do need all the options. Listing things I like is thus an exercise in futility. But a while ago I stumbled, following some links from some style blogs I frequent (hey, I do!), over a "not my style" list. And I liked the idea. And I wrote one. And just looking over it again today - why not post it? So: Enjoy. Also heed the title of the entry - I know people who rock almost everything on this list (though mostly not the same person for all the things), it's just not me.

pax's incomplete "not my style" list:

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So that's it, I guess. My office is empty of my things, my room stripped bare. I said goodbye to my colleagues and had lunch with a friend who then walked me home, perhaps sensing how much I needed this, the last moments of normality here. We will see each other in Paris this coming spring.

I've seen my friends who already moved away in California last week - where I also gave a great talk, ate amazing ice cream, and talked too much about politics. But mainly hugged friends.

Tomorrow I will land in Schiphol, meet with two friends who agreed to babysit me at the airport until I can actually get into my apartment. Did I mention that I know amazing people? I told them I need them and here they are even though I left them all the ways to not have to come.

Thank you, Boston, for the time here and the wonderful sunsets:

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Thank you, New England, for the last Indian summer:

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Thank you, USA, for flying over you sprawling cities and hiking your beautiful landscapes:

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Also thank you USA for the endless sense of dread that permeates my life right now ... But I guess this would have come anyway, the latest at the Austrian or French or Dutch elections or the Italian referendum. (And for those of my German friends who were freaked out by the last elections home: I am sorry for having tried to be the voice of reason at a point where you may have needed something else. I still stand by what I said and try to convince myself that this is not the end of the world as we know it - but I may not have appreciated the depth of the feelings and the fear for the future once they hit.)

Anyway: new adventures, a new culture shock, and hopefully meeting more friends to come soon. See you in the Netherlands!

through the fog

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No, this is definitely not the entry I wanted to be writing. I want to sound enthusiastic about the movie and the comic because they are both great, but it's all a grey fog right now ...

Iceland 2016: Surfaces, Patterns, Colors

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living in Somerville/Cambridge/Boston

Impressions from the Somerville/Cambridge/Boston area during this summer, thematically grouped:

It's somewhat of an old hippie area - very liberal, much more green then a lot of other places in the USA in my experience, very community-oriented (sometimes in a way that leaves me shaking my head), very nerdy. In short: it has a strong character:

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Playing pokemon go, I sometimes meet real animals:

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hamsterwoman remarked on all the Jesus statues in Bamberg (where she ... happened to be :) ) - she is totally right, but it made me also realize that this is just one of those things that you stop seeing after a while because you get so used to them. Bamberg has a rather interesting history - it and its environs used to be an ecclesiastical state of it's own, the Prince Bishopric of Bamberg.

But her remark made me pay more attention to all the "Mary xyz" pokestops in my area: "Mary in the vines", and "Mary on the pedestal" and "statue of Maria" and "blue statue of Mary". This is likely because I live in the (very catholic) Portuguese corner of the city. And at some point I started photographing all the Mary and Jesus statues random people have in their gardens and on their houses:

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There are a lot of pretty houses in the area, mainly the older Victorian ones - the colorfulness is actually historically accurate and not a modern trend:

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Have you ever wondered why the USA have so many power outages? Behold the reasons:

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And don't forget that all these photos were taken within some 10-15 minutes walking from the Stata Center and other exciting, modern buildings like it (often housing super high tech pharma companies).

And sometimes living in the USA just lives me with a WTF?-feeling.

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Good food. Always good food. I am so going to miss Boston's great food:

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And sometimes Boston is just pretty. Especially, but not only, at sunset:

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step back: hiatus

So I guess I disappeared for over a week - ♥ was here and the work stress is at its peak and one of my roommates moved out so we don't yet have internet at home and I start sending my stuff over to the Netherlands (only about 7 weeks in the USA left) and am angsting over apartment search there and the whole move and all the stuff that needs to happen soon. Oh, and on Saturday I leave for a conference in Amsterdam (a talk that is a catastrophe because suddenly I have three times as much time to fill as I thought I would) and on Friday morning after that at 6:30 AM I have a flight to Germany and on Monday morning at 7 AM another one back to the Netherlands and at 10:30 appointment in Leiden and on Wednesday I am flying back to the USA but in the meantime I also need to write another talk and likely book flights to California. And right now ... well, right now I have a cold (one that made ♥ and me cut our Arcadia weekend short) and three appointments today (something with the postdocs, a colloquium to attend, meeting with the speaker). Add to that the general feeling of failing (only amplified by successes of friends) - this also makes me think about success narratives and how we are not talking about most of the stories and how we fool ourselves through the highly biased choice of the stories we tell and remember (it will all work out, because it always does - no, it does not, but we don't tell the stories where it doesn't).

In short: I don't expect that things will be better in the next few week and make this an official hiatus. Expect some fly by comments (because I can't totally without this place) but no consistent reading and no posts (and amnesty for the entries I haven't properly read the last week or so).

somerville cooking IV

So I guess this is the second to last cooking entry from the USA - I expect the last one will be much shorter. Too much travelling, to much stress in the upcoming two month. Even though I do like to react to stress with more cooking.

I guess you can see a progression from winter to summer here: from soups and baked things to salads for when even thinking of having something warm makes me sweat even more. I eat a lot of salads in winter, too, but not quiet so excessively, I think.

As always, this is not necessarily a true representation of what I eat - a salad is something I usually make two max three times in a row. But a soup is nowadays often a six portion affair that gets frozen. And I don't make photos of all the times I had avocado sandwiches or corn on the cob or my favorite cold soup. Anyway, there is enough other rambling behind the cut, so I'll shut up here (and am as always glad to provide recipes, etc.):

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first days of september

Yesterday, I met with a new-to-me person from the other big institute for coffee - we ended up four hours later in her flat, drinking tea, pleasantly full from an amazing pasta primavera, talking immigration histories and traumas, Paris, traveling Europe, Iceland, Jewish families from the former SU and their struggle of being foreigners all over the world and too many other things to name. This will be repeated, soon. (Of course my brain does not shut up, suggesting all the things I said that could have been stupid, but I know it by now, I try to ignore it.)

Today, on the way to work, I stumbled first over three and then over another book in some of the book exchange shelves on the way to work - there is now a new one directly on the plaza behind my building. And we, our small part of the institute, are not even on campus proper, but somewhat off, between private biotech and giant IT companies:

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Tomorrow - well, tomorrow, I have to get up at 4:15 AM, to leave the house at 4:45 AM, so that my friend L. can pick me up and we can drive and pick our friend J. up and all together drive, on a somewhat adventurous route, to Madison, WI. L. will stay there, J. and I will fly back on Tuesday night - and 10 days later he will move to California. Welcome to academia and fixed term jobs.
Things I packed for the trip:

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Yes, it all fits into the backpack (lies, all lies - not quiet lies: I now re-packed and everything is in my old trusted Dakine 101, that is somewhat smaller than the Tatonka backpack on the photo, but better partitioned. Except for the umbrella that I will not need since I have a rain jacket. And the fact that the set cards are not in a plastic bag instead of their proper box.). Yes, there will be no laptop. We'll see how this goes, I'm cautiously excited.


I'm sorry that I haven't yet answered all the comments to the last entry - I want to give each of them proper thought and not rush them. Plus I really need to get those 4 hours of sleep I can get this night. I will answer you when I am back - although a cooking entry may happen when traveling if my phone cooperates, I am not quiet there to type detailed comments on phones. In the meantime, sophiawestern is organizing a friendzy! I will sit out this time (although I am really tempted by it), but if you are searching for new people for your list ...


  • Uhm - hi, I am level 25, halfway to level 26. I got internet on my phone just for this freaking game. Uhm ...? This is my current line up of heavy hitters:

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    The Vaporeon is maxed out, the Snorlaxes very much aren't (but I don't have more Snorlax candy D:). I also need some more candy for the Starmie. The Electabuzz is on the max and I would not usually care for one - but who knows when I will get a Voltareon and Raichu is a dream and this particular Electabuzz came super strong (best IVs possible afaik) from a 10 km egg.
  • Also, I live in Drowzee country. Just look at my Hypno army! (Yes, I do have even more and could evolve another 8 or 9 Drowzees into strong Hypnos right now.)

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    Drowzees almost bore me by now - but they are easy to catch even when strong and Hypnos are strong fighters for gyms.
    I've heard there are a lot of Mankeys in San Diego - all I got is one from an egg. And I do not have a Growlithe yet which seems to be there a lot, too.
  • It took me ridiculously long to find out that you can poke the pokemon you have and they do stuff! As in: until last week I did not know that this did work! So now if I am feeling sad I go and poke either one of my Snorlaxes (who yawn at me!) or an Eevee (adorable little furry creatures) or my Lickitung (who still gives me that WTF feeling I had the moment I spotted it - it took me half a minute before I started throwing pokeballs at it. I mean - what is THAT? But also: adorable. So adorable. I want to have a strong one and put it atop of a gym. Just so.)
  • Also: have you seen a Snorlax scratch its belly? Most. Adorable. Thing. Ever. (Important enough for its own bullet point.)
  • I am yet to have amazing bonding moments with other players - bit I did realize that I may be scaring some poor nerds by trying to strike conversation while taking down a gym. I may do so less in a geeky shirts, but this is the weather for mini-skirts and spaghetti straps.
  • I have a Wigglytuff and a Gengar, both evolved from scratch, but they both have move combos that are no good. So back to collecting the respective unevolved monsters. I am not obsessed enough with IV values to really look too much into details, but the right moves are kind of important for the pokemon I want to keep powering up.
  • I got my friend K. addicted! Who now writes me about the cool stuff one can get in DC and San Diego (see above). I want to San Diego! They have pokemons I do not have yet!
  • I really wish I had someone to play with here. Not only because walking and discovering both the city and the pokemon together is more fun, but also because I can take over a gym myself - but holding it is a different story and I will often not even manage to walk to another one before I am kicked out. Not even in the mornings when there is less activity that in the evenings. Especially since I seem to live in blue country (which is no wonder given how blue is the biggest team - but I really liked the phoenix bird, ok? Having a darker skinned woman as the team leader is extra fun but I only knew the woman bit when I chose the team. Also: valor. I like that some much more than mystic or instinct, as word and concept.). I did drop my main hitters at random gyms during my own cool down periods without a chance to hold onto them long enough to collect coins - but I felt like I should help the unknown people on my team to survive at least half an hour longer before the gym is taken over.
  • I walk at least 10000 steps every day, usually significantly more. I also had to change my pedometer since the old one and pokemon go did not like each other - I think they are somewhat off in how they count steps, but even taking this into account I am walking a ton more than I used to, at least double the distance per week. Which was the idea behind getting the game. I also eat a bit more fastfood - given how sometimes I end up somewhere and hungry. But honestly? I can afford it, I eat healthy enough otherwise.
  • I like taking the scenic walks to and from walk. Also short evening walks. (I also think that the distance counter for the egg hatching is even more off since the last update *grumbles*)
  • I totally leave in a geek/nerd country. Names in the gyms range from "diracseawave" (hello really complex quantum field theory ideas) to variations on "happy coder" or "lilBangTheory".
  • Medals maxed out: Collector, Scientist (I don't think the evolution runs were an intended feature of the game), Backpacker, Schoolkid, Bird Keeper (almost half of my pokemon are birds, aka Pidgeys and Spearows), Punk Girl, Swimmer, Psychic.
    Medals where I haven't yet even got Bronze: Black Belt, Hiker, Dragon Tamer, Pichaku Fan.
  • I know I am lucky to leave in the big cities. Look at the things I can see from my bed:

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    Three gyms! It used to be 8 but they seems to have nixed two of them (at least one was at a location that I *loved*, on the way from the T - the metro here in Boston - to home) and another one moved just out of reach; I think they did change how far they show gyms/pokestops a few weeks ago.

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    And that's my way to work, both the direct one (right arm of the triangle) and the more scenic one (left arm of the triangle).
  • 3 evolution runs so far, mainly Pidgeys and Pattattas (the last one brought me from "just reached level 25" to "halfway through 25" which is a lot less exciting than jumping a few levels, the distances between levels are steeeeeep now.). Three more lucky eggs and 380 coins.
  • 90 entries in my Pokedex. I could have more but I wait until I can evolve the pokemon all the way to the highest level. And that. Can. Take. A. While. I think the closest I am to a full evolution 25/100 candy evolution is a female Nidoran. I needs another 9 pokemon to get there (and now that I looked at my phone there is one close by but I will not leave the hosue to search for it).
    Also, still annoyed at that Wartotle that got away. Grumble.
  • My best catch so far was a 1700++-CP Snorlax! Snorlax!!!! I was panicky running around when one appeared in the tracked and he was exactly at the lucky spot on my way to work! The same one where the Wartotle got away. It does not yield something nice every time but if there is something nice on the way to work, it's usually there.
    Also finally got a Doduo yesterday (on a random parking lot in front of a Marshalls!). And Boston Commons (the big park in the city center) gave me the first and then another 7 Vulpixes and two Pichachus in the hour and a half before the fancy dinner on Sunday. I am thinking about another trip to the Boston this weekend: Boston Commons + Aquarium. I do have an extra power pack by now and it does work well, so it is not actually worth doing.
  • 87 eggs hatched so far and only 4 10km eggs: the Snorlax, a Magmar and an Electabuzz which I am using now as my main electro hitter - but I already had a weaker one so it was kind of a downer. However: Snorlax!!! Also got another 10km egg together (I am saving my extra incubators for them now) and something should hatch tomorrow. I am excited!

around the world in 80 books

A while ago, twodottedlines talked about reading around the world - this and the fact that I am considering to challenge myself to read more internationally for next year, made me go through my own shelves on goodreads, looking for which countries I read books from. I do not explicitly list Germany, Austria, Switzerland, UK, Ireland, USA, and Canada giving an example of an author; I've read far too much from all of them (although one could argue that I mainly read German, American and British authors, but it's hard to draw a line there). In the same context, I should perhaps not list Russian, given the size of my Russian/Soviet bookshelf, but I still do. Consistency, what is consistency? I will never ever say that I am consistent or non-contradictory. Anyway, let's go:

-- Do ancient Greece and Rome count as individual countries? I think they do.

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So that's 36 countries without the old texts and 39 with the ancient ones (and I've read more than just the listed author from quiet some of them). Good, bad, interesting? I am not sure. I haven't tried covering certain countries on purpose, but I definitely tried to diversify my reading, searching for new authors, searching for different views.


sharing the joy of food

So I officially have a "recipes" tag now - which made me think about why it is that I love to post recipes even though they are usually not mine. And what it boils down to is that I like the idea of sharing things that make me happy in the hope that they will make the others happy, too. And there are few things that give me as much joy as amazing food. And if I can't take people out or cook for them, at least I can give them some ideas for cool things to cook. Plus both cooking for people and taking them out for food makes me somewhat anxious (do they like it? do they think it a waste of money? do they think that I have no taste?) while passing on recipes does not.

Anyway, this time it's not a link to a recipe, but an actual recipe. One I've been just asked about. I got the original recipe from a now defunct blog and modified it over time (cut the meat in half, increased the amount of mushroom by a factor of 4 or so, went with tomatoes instead of canned tomato sauce, etc.). It's amazing: hearty, flavorful, a tiny bit exotic for someone like me, who is not very much used to tex mex cuisine. You can adjust the spiceness according to your own needs and it freezes really well:

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I am not showing photos - tamale pie never ever looks good. Just google it up and convince yourself. But it tastes a-m-a-z-i-n-g. I also think you could make it vegetarian by either leaving the meat out fully or going for one of those tofu-based non-meat minced meat thingies. I haven't tried it myself, though.
I felt like a meme, ok? And this one has kind of fun questions. And so many great people already participated and I enjoyed reading their answers. And I really did not want to work another half an hour (but I did answer the e-mail) and the book is really extremely tedious (but I kind of want to finish it if just to know whether it becomes better or whether this is another author I wanted to like but will not).


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the world just got closer

So this article really resonated with me yesterday - enough that I sent it to several people:

25 thoughts after this weekend [Süddeutsche; German]

I quoted the article by now in the comments to the previous post - and will likely quote it again (sorry, I will come around to the remaining comments), especially the last line, "Nein, die Welt ist nicht schlechter geworden. Die Welt ist nur näher gekommen." or, in my translation, "No, the world did not get worse. The world just got closer."

And then missfragout went and translated the whole thing, something that I would not have had the patience for even though I wished there was an English version. And allowed me to re-post it here (thanks, hon!):

My gut reaction to any "the world just got worse" declaration is a kind of incredulous laughter. Am I scared? Yes, I am (we do know a number of people in Ansbach; not my folks, rather ♥'s, but still.). Of course I am scared more now that the violence arrived, once again, closer to home and the loved ones. But there have been news articles I haven't been able to read long before (two come to mind, both things that I will remember in nightmares; one of them still on the main page of die Zeit; neither of them playing in Europe, of course). And no, it does not change my opinions, not a little bit. The fear rattles but I know it is fear; if somebodies house is on fire and they knock on your door, you let them in.

20 years ago my parents, when it was clear that we could not stay, made a clear decision to move to a country where they would forgo any chance for meaningful employment and not a country where rockets were raining and public buses being blown. It's not that bad even now and at least they got to raise their children with a peaceful mind. And look up the numbers of people who die in traffic accidents. They are still in thousands. The violence - whether terror or Amoklauf [there is no real word for it in English? huh?] - makes us afraid. But is not the thing we, statistically, should be afraid of (it does not change the feeling of fear, thus the, relative, peace of mind I was talking about).

And another thought: if somebody tries to kill themselves, twice, what does it tell us about the place we want to send them back to? I try to find a solution to this and I can't. How many cases like this are out there that we never hear about?

And a last one: YES Grundgesetz (#16 on the list above, "constitution"). I never knew how much the Die Würde des Menschen ist unantastbar ("human dignity is inviolable", but I am not sure that this is the right translation) as a concept mattered to me until I consciously moved to a country where this is not the basis of the constitution. (I thought I talked about it here but searching for it among my LJ e-mails only returns a conversation I had in comments at missfragout's.)

[eda:] And one last thought, perhaps the comments make me think that this is not clear. And re-reading, it perhaps isn't. The political situations in Poland and Hungary and Turkey and and and make me much more afraid than the chance of the next terrorist attack (which will likely come).

P.S. If you feel like starting certain kinds of big discussions (and I am terribly sad that this warning needs to happen), I invite you to remove yourself from my list on your own. Or prepared to be banned.

four things that make me feel better:

Yesterday ... Well, yesterday was not good (Munich is home; even though on paper I haven't lived there for as long as I feel I have lived there). My colleagues were all wonderful and let me introduce them to the wonders of Raumpatrouille (Orion). Even though they don't speak a word German. But who needs German when it's all about what people in the 60ies thought about the dancing of the future?

Seriously, if you don't know what I am speaking about watch it. It is going to make you feel good.
(Also, at least episode one - out of sadly just seven - actually exists with English subtitles. The series is great - yes, at least Star Trek TOS and even better, I would dare to say.)

So I got myself mobile internet and pokemon go. Not yesterday, the day before yesterday. But it helped me yesterday. How is it? Very buggy, very much a time- and battery eater. But it made me take the scenic route to work today (yes, on a Saturday, but we are at 35°C, 39°C heat index, so a place with AC is a must) and made me walk around the neighborhood yesterday night (it was too hot during the day), so mission accomplished. So far, I have avoided actually talking to other players, but I am working up to this.
But it wonderfully delivers what I wanted it to: making me walk around. I really loved how I felt after the 200 km in Iceland, I want to try to keep this up a bit more even though Boston is all flat. Almost all flat. And it made me leave the house yesterday at 11 or so because that gym around the corner had a space open (don't even ask how many are around the corner - Somerville is geek city; there are at least 10 pokestops along my normal slightly less than a mile walk to work, not counting the ones in the side street that I would need some extra steps for - and four pokestops I can access from my work building, two from my office and one each from the kitchen and the bathrooms; two of them are at restaurants and constantly have lures attached, but unfortunately only deliver booooring pokemon):


I have also bough extra incubators. First because I wanted. And secondly because I liked the game enough to actually want to support the developers. I do so with apps I enjoy.
Don't worry, there will be no cute pictures of pokemon on my desk because my mobile does not have a gyroscope, so no actual augmented reality for me. But it's fun even without.

Also, this gif gives me all kinds of feelings:

I've seen and loved the comic, but the gif somehow really brings it home even more. I am not proud about the title as such but I am proud about the accomplishment and I love the feeling of being there, on the edge, pushing. And I love being reminded of the big picture, in the moments of the post-last-degree blues (people further on than I - does it stop at some point? It did not for me in the last almost three years ...) it helps a lot.

Even though sometimes this happens:


Well, that was Wednesday. But on the other hand - this was not the usual "the data give no result" but more of a "wow, that looks much more interesting than I thought it would". So yeah, my half-written discussion for this paper is now gone because there is so much more in the data than I expected. But: yay, more cool stuff in the data! And the comic itself always makes me giggle. It's on my door now. Because it's so freaking true.

[For those not familiar with the city and/or not speaking German: my icon is the iconic silhouette of the Frauenkirche in Munich - and yes, it does look like two dicks, yes we do make fun of it - and the text reads "I won the jackpot! Now I can pay the rent for the next year!" implying that the rents are so high that even winning the jackpot in one of the big lotteries is not enough ... Which is very much true, was even true when we moved to Munich ten years ago.]

summer salads

Towards the end of last summer, I stumbled over this old article in the NYT: 101 Simple Salads for the Season. The only one I came around to try back then was #15 - and then it got colder and I don't feel that much like adventurous summer salads when it's cold.

Anyway, the other reason I did not talk about the article/recipe collection (what is it?) before was that it actually inspired me to try to make a list of salads of my own. I started writing it down (sitting on my friend's couch in DC), but being the perfectionist I am I quickly realized that there is no way I would be able to list them all. Some salads follow recipe; many others are spur of the moment decisions depending on what is in my fridge right now or what looks good in the grocery store. Some I haven't made for years, simply because I've forgotten about them.

So anyway, I had this draft sitting in my folders for ages. And I realized that I will not finish it. But it would be sad not to post it. Because: great salads! So - see below, enjoy.

And if you want to try any from the NYT list - all three I tried so far were absolute wins:
#15 is one of those things that made me wonder why I never considered a particular flavor combination (in this case: tomatoes and soy sauce) before since it seems so obvious now.
#28 is close to what I am doing anyway (especially since I used arugula - perfect with figs - and just some sweet balsamic vinegar as dressing; almond butter is not something I usually have in my pantry and peanut seemed of).
#14 is amazing. As in: yes, I agree, there is no better use for raw carrots. DON'T leave out those raisins. You don't need much of them, but they make everything come together perfectly. Grating the carrots on the coarse side of the grater works perfects.

And my additions (starting with actual recipes and progressing to ... random notes):

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world /// friends /// world

I had a plan of what to write yesterday. And then Nice happened. And then came the news that they found 675 bodies in that sunk refugee ship in the Mediterranean sea. 845 dead in this ship wreck alone (will somebody make a Titanic movie about them in 80 years? I doubt it).

And there are so many other worrying things: the possible (almost certain) end of net neutrality in Europe. The seemingly never-ending discussion about inheritance tax (and with it about how fair and social we want our society to be).

But life goes on, right? We have to live.


Yesterday, the plan was to spend an hour planning our small road-trip to Wisconsin. We did plan the trip, but we also met more people, one of whom offered us to stay with their family at one of our planned stops, laughed, built a giant Jenga tower

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(that's 12 extra layers, folks!), had take-out Thai food (leftovers visible in the photo; we've been to the student pub where the beer/cider is cheap and you are supposed to order food), and stayed until they closed down at 11, four and a half hours in in what was supposed to be an max two hours outing.

There is a certain fun to it watch 4 people with PhDs and major fellowships literally dance (and no, we were not drunk, it's just us) around a tower made out of wooden blocks. Some of them parents (including of a not-a-teenager anymore; adopted in this case, admittedly, but the ages would still work out, even with the USA's crazy restrictive "no sex before 18" laws).

I should be used to this by now, to the fact that anything we do turns epic. Bowling, conference lunches, half an hour meetings to discuss public outreach events that see us - after dinner, after ice cream, after extra coffee - sit on a bench in Central Square, half-freezing, because we need to finish that conversation. I am so going to miss these people. In four and a half month, one each of the four of us will be in California, Wisconsin, the Netherlands, Boston. Some getting closer to their partners, other further. All competing for the same jobs (but these are people I will be happy to leave the field for; I just hope that not all of us fail because we are too nice; because we manage to have fun and a life, sometimes, in the few moments in between).


On Tuesday, after work, we've been to Walden pond:

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(I feel like I should talk about body issues and Iceland and their open air changing cabins consisting ot two walls only and the naked showers in the swimming pools and how getting older I seem to have stopped caring much more than I ever believed possible about what others think of my body and started seeing only beautiful people around me. At least as long as they don't spew hate. But that feels like something for another entry. And also too much like preaching, so maybe not for another entry at all.)

And on the way back I got out of the T and got struck by how beautiful Somerville can be at night:

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spending an evening on the beach is not my favorite pass time, but with the right people and the right book it works.


I kind of feeling bad not participating in the interview or 30 days aks-me-anything memes. But I know myself and I know how much I do or do not write. How many ideas for posts I have. So here two thoughts that other people's answers made me think - on purpose not posted in the comments, I feel like they belong here, where I can find them again (and also, a bit, because they can be read as critique even though the were much are not meant this way; they are my meta on my life):

I do not see friendships as privilege. Or rather: I do not see my friendship towards someone as a privilege I bestow. Friendships is not something I give, friendship is something I feel. It is often, as feelings are, somewhat irrational. It is not always mutual. I can influence it, but only within certain limits.
I do, however, feel as if I am given the most amazing gift when someone I feel friendships towards returns the feeling. There is a moment when I am standing there, starry-eyed, not quiet able to grasp that this person really sees me (me!) as their friend, as someone they trust and confide into.

And I do want to get old. Or rather: I want to live a long life. I would not mind not getting old; I would love to stop my body from failing on me. But I want to be there at 80, I want to see the world then (and I am afraid of what it will become), I want to share the memories of that evening when we build the epic Jenga tower with friends.
The first short story of Heinrich Böll's that I read, the one that made me go and read what feels like half of his oeuvre, was "The Train Was on Time" ("Der Zug kam pünktlich") where the protagonist cannot imagine his life past this one place on the map. That feeling of doom ... that one struck a chord, even back when I was 11 (it was one of the last books I read on the other side of my childhood). I can imagine my life at 80. I want to.


Also, because my friends are amazing, this was waiting on my desk when I returned from Iceland:

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I wish I were better at making stylish photos with my phone - I've been to a Cirque du Soleil show on Thursday and they set up the tent in the middle of nowhere, some 10 minutes walk from the nearest t-station, just behind (or on the grounds) of a closed down horse racing track. I bet the atmosphere there is eery in any case - splashes of color behind rusted gates in the middle of unkempt gras, but this evening it was also mixed with fog and I was there early, just two couples walking in front of me, the tent of the Cirque itself invisible in the mist and around the corner. I've hardly ever experienced a moment that was so much like a scene from a book.

The show itself was amazing. hamsterwoman taught me the term "frisson" for that feeling when an aesthetic experience is running down your skin in cold chills. Back in her post it took me a while to decide whether it was something I did experience but here I was, the first vocals of the show ("Kurios") starting with my skin prickling and tears in my eyes. I remember thinking that there is no way they can keep the intensity up after the amazing choreography of the first act. But they did. Oh they did. And then added on it. And I was sitting there, my mouth open, feeling the kind of wonder I do not get to feel often anymore.

In my childhood - the first one -, circus was seen as something far more than an entertainment for children. Oh, it was that, too. But clowns like Yuri Nikulin or Oleg Popov were also celebrated and admired as the amazing artists that they are.

Going to the circus (as to the theater) was a fundamental experience of my childhood. My circus was an actual building that I have vivid memories off - it has been abandoned for a while (there is this amazing photo exploration of the abandoned building; they seem to have rebuild parts of it meanwhile, but with a strongly reduced size of the stage and an audience of 300 instead of original 1900; I am not sure it's the same building at all). I've seen some of the big names perform - I am pretty sure Nikulin's was perhaps the only autograph I have ever gotten in my life.

I've never been to the circus in Germany (and it took me a while to be able to afford the student tickets to the theater), but sometimes we would catch circus shows on the French channel that, for some unfathomable reason, was one of the channels that our (standard German) TV would get. German-French friendship? I don't know. Nobody in my family speaks French, not even a bit, so we neither had an idea what they were saying nor a good feeling for when the shows would come, but if they did, they were watched reverently. This is how I first found out about Cirque du Soleil and first heard Alegria.

The whole experience just taps in so many right places.
And now the Alegria title song is running in the background and I feel it running cold and hot down my back. Not quiet as intense as at the beginning of Kurios (there is something extra special to a live performance), but intense enough.

(And as a side note and perhaps a different component to it: we've - we being ♥ and I, not my parents and I - watched the 36th Festival Mondial du Cirque de Demain on ARTE this winter and it made me realize how connected I feel to the artists. Not in the physical demand of their performance but in that certain feeling and purpose and being one of a handful of people in the whole world who can do something very specific that we consider of utter importance and that we want - and need to share with others.)

Iceland 2016: Goats need some love, too.

So if my first career choice does not work out? I am going to open a farm and breed Icelandic goats. Just look how pretty they are!

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Yes, these are half-wild goats - the one who spend their winters at a farm but are left to roam free otherwise. Most of the one on the photos (except on the very last one) we met on the middle of a hike to the Fláajökull-glacier. The rams were pretty close to the trail, the nannies and the kids were framing the trail a few dozen of meters on and were utterly unperturbed by the humans walking past. Actually, they were still there on the way back - and there were a few (although not many) people who definitely had to have passed the spot in the meantime.

I've been wondering whether the goats would have let us pet them, but of course we did not try to - those were clearly free animals, roaming a national park. So I never were going to find out whether the goats were as friendly and as fluffy as they looked. Until the the very last moment, the drive back to the hostel on the last active day of the trip: we've suddenly seen a whole flock of them close to the road, perhaps 20-25 animals. We stopped, got out of the car and they came to us, some of them more curious then others and all very fluffy (they do produce cashmere wool!), friendly, and, I dare say, intelligent. They had some very complex communicating going on there with some other parts of the flock that was out of sight.

Anyway, apparently Icelandic goats are super rare and the whole breed has been on the verge of extinction twice. And they have been on Game of Thrones.

Otherwise: we drove 3700 km (according to the odometer) and walked 210 km (according to my walk logger than only counts steps), had a flat tire somewhere on the Öxi pass, bathed four times (hot river, small nature pool, Myvatn nature bath, hotpot - yes, hotpot, not a hotspot), tried to handle the fact that our hiking ability is now vastly different (and that I do have a certain fear of falling), ate [skip if you are touchy about food]hakarl (German Zeit article; English wikipedia entry) which I found interesting although I would not eat a whole meal of it (which I repeatedly told ♥ which prompted him to tell me "Es ist OK, du bist widerlich" [it's OK, you are disgusting] and me to burst into laughter), puffin and horse (which finally convinced ♥ that I do not tell people that I like horse because I want to shock them but because it is delicious), and I realized that I turned into an cider snob (as in: I absolutely can't drink the artificially tasting mixtures they sell as fruit cider, give me properly fermented apple juice) and got to meet sarahblack (thanks for indulging my jet-lagged self, hon!). More pictures forthcoming once I've sorted through the over 2000 I've made on this trip. I'm catching up on LJ, so expect random comments on entries from the last two weeks - I've hardly been online during this time, just enough to catch up on horrible news (Istanbul, Brexit ...).

Utah 2015: wildlife

So while I am in Iceland, hopefully collecting a lot of new experiences and amazing nature impressions, here another round of thematic Utah-pictures, this time of the wildlife we encountered. Now, you don't go to Utah for wildlife, you go there fore the---incredible, mindblowing, magic, not-from-this-Earth---landscape (see my previous posts on Utah panoramas and my on absolute highlight of the trip, the Island in the Sky portion of Canyonlands National Park). But if you are me, you are still going to enjoy the wildlife the desert has to offer - perhaps even more, given how it is much harder to survive there then in the lushness of (some parts of) California or the Everglades.

Bighorn sheep! But they were actually the (almost) last (new) wildlife we've seen on this trip. And while I am not quite posting in the order the photos were taken, I want to keep a rough order following when we've first seen the first of one or other group of animals

It all started out with Bison:

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before I leave for Iceland ...

... which will be Friday 17th to Sunday 3rd. Knowing myself and not going camping, I may end up stopping by here during my trip. In fact, I have a few entry drafts that I may work on in the airport or on the plane. But I will definitely be less active and comment less. Anyway, here some last (?) thoughts (I really do seem to like the bullet point format for entries lately):

  • nanila wrote an amazing entry about The Five Worst Things About Being an Immigrant and courteously allowed me to link to it. Because yes, every one of them resonated with me SO much - to repeat something I wrote in my comment to her actual post: both in my role as culturally-Jewish-German-citizen-who-has-been-born-in-former-SU and in my role as German-living-in-the-USA.
  • I have been having several conversation, both here and even more so in RL, about friendships and romantic relationship and compromises and the way they shape us and then almost (almost because I failed to sit down for a few hours on time) took part in a scientific study about long-term relationships. But, in the usual moment of l'esprit d'escalier, the epiphany came much later, in the context of some other train of thought, shortly before that intersection before actually entering Central Square, when nobody was there to listed to me:

      to me, relationships, both in terms of romantic relationships and friendships, are about opening possibilities.

    So I do not feel like (almost) anything in a relationship is a compromise because some doors indeed close (the most obvious being being in a monogamous partnership; but friendships close some too - let alone because I know that I can only be enough for a limited amount of people), but so, so, so many moor open themselves. I really don't feel like it would work if I felt otherwise about it.
  • Saturday night (that was before Orlando), I was going to a colleague for dinner, right after the Boston Pride. The green T line was full - the green is more of a small, very old tram, not really a train, and there was this girl sitting at the window. 16? 17? Something like this. A guy flopped down next to her, sitting in the classic man-spreading fashion, his back half to her - with his giant backpack, taking up half the space of her seat.
    I did not dare to ask the guy to actually take down the backpack (I find the USA hard to navigate in this regard, especially when there is a race component to it), but after two stops of not feeling good about it, I tapped the girl on the shoulder and asked whether she would like my seat (I got lucky and the person I was standing next to had to leave so I got theirs), because it looked as if the backpack was all in her way. She declined (she *was* very slender and did still fit in there, in spite of the backpack and being squeezed into half the space she should have had) and the guy did not overhear me or did not react (which was mainly my intention). But at least I've done something.
  • Do you remember me freaking out about talking about science to a bunch of kids in English? The one where I could not remember the word "bucket" in the middle of an explanation of how big and empty our galaxy is? Well, I got an award for it. OK, OK, I did not get it because I braved it in spite of not being a native speaker and I am pretty sure everyone who contributed to the whole Open Day got one, but who cares? It's really, really nice to be appreciated (some pocket money, a pretty cup with the name of the award - I got the same award two years ago for another thing I did and back then it was a simple cup from the overall department, some chocolate - not only Hershey's kisses this time, so something I can actually eat!) for something I did volunteer to do without expecting to get anything back.
  • Somebody on my list (can I name you, hon? I am not sure, so I don't) teagues_veil posted an amazing entry yesterday: Triumph Tuesday - listing five random triumphs from their life. Loved reading it. I feel like I talk about things that work out and are amazing and all that all the time here. Well, when I am not whining that is. And I would love to hear more of the triumphs of my friends. So what do you think, friendslist? Do you want to indulge me and make it a Triumph Thursday on your own LJ? Or if you read it this entry too late for it, a Triumph Tuesday next week? Or the week after the next. [Eda: So what I suggest is for everyone to post in their LJ :)]


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