I feel like I’m at the stage in my life where I can’t say or think of the word ice, without getting Vanilla ‘Ice-Ice Baby’ stuck in my head all day. This is a problem, because icecream in German is also ‘Eis’. And man, do I think about Eis a lot.
I’m going to be honest. I just called this post ‘better bagels’ so that everyone knows that my bagels are better than Joram‘s . I’m petty like that.
Ugh! Do you want to know how long it just took me to work out how to spell fortnight/foughtrghtnight/thoughtnit? I think I need a nap. Or some sun. Very much hanging out for Spring right now!
Hi Everyone, I think most of us can agree that 2016 has been a pretty stressful and terrifying year for the world at large. So, I hope you won’t mind excusing me briefly as, apart from a general wish that next year runs a lot more peacefully and inclusively in 2017, I take a break from the world and give a run-down of the last 365-or-so days in the Armaniewski household.
This birthday was a fairly magnificent event, which made me feel extremely loved, and made me also feel certain that the insanity and amazingness of the MPI crew means that such a birth-stravaganza will never be matched in the remaining years of my life.
Well last week was my birthday, which was filled with lovely cake, thoughtful gifts and a rather large surprise. Trust me, you’ll be seeing more on that later. But for now, let’s go back a week, to Pau’s birthday, and one of the last moments of Autumn.
Over the last couple of days, forced to come into work on the weekend to write our respective theses (almost finished… almost done!), Iman and I have taken the opportunity to go for a couple of walks past the nearby fields in Golm. Now that the rains have come, and everything looks completely different again, I thought I’d put up a quick throw-back post from the beginning of Summer.
I thought I’d just put a very short update about our balcony.
When I was back in Perth, I was lucky enough to be part of an Institute that did a lot of public outreach work. Mostly workshops for young senior school-aged kids (14 or so), with a couple of presentations at ‘career days’ in front of the general public. Thing about Germany is, most of the public speak German…
There’s a certain time in May, every year without fail, when the Regional train that takes us from the city to work, suddenly takes on a funny odour. Sickly sweet, the smell of hot, stale fruit wine. And every year we say to ourselves ‘we really should go to the Baumbluetenfest before we leave Germany.’