Werfen und fangen. Werfen und fangen kann ich sehr gut. Das ist genau meine Sportart. Ich weiß nicht, ob jeder ‘seinen’ Sport hat, der am besten zu ihm passt. Was heißt denn “passen” tatsächlich? (Was heißt “Sport”?!) Vielleicht ist es die Bewegung, die man angenehm findet und die einem Freude bringt.
Spaß und Freude durch körperliche Bewegung ist mir sehr wichtig. Ansonsten fühlt es sich nur an wie Arbeit! Ich treibe seit meiner Kindheit Sport. In der 2. Klasse habe ich Badmintonunterricht gehabt. Während der Pausen in der 3. und 4. Klassen habe ich nur gebolzt. In der 5. Klasse habe ich Basketball für mich entdeckt und mich sofort, für das nächste Jahrzehnt, in ihn verliebt. Nebenbei habe ich in der 7. Klasse mit Feldhockey und Netzball angefangen, die ich die nächsten vier bzw. sechs Jahren spielen würde. Dennoch stand Basketball stand immer ganz Vorne auf meiner Prioritätenliste.Read More »
I’d resigned from my job at the end of 2014, so from then on till I actually left it was smooth sailing. There was considerably less anguish and misery than the previous year, because the end was in sight. Leaving my job was the big event that defined my 2015. Almost everything else that happened resulted directly or indirectly from that.Read More »
Every summer when I was a kid my mom would drop my sister and me off at the public library for the day. I would start by returning the books I had borrowed and finished from the previous day and grab a book recommendations list that was available on a coloured slip of paper. There were several lists according to genre and age. I’d wander around the children’s section, pulling things off shelves. What I couldn’t finish during the day I checked out to read later – in the car, at the dinner table, in bed.Read More »
Thanksgiving is stuffed full of cliches. They usually turn out to be true. The overabundance and excess of food is one. The shoulda-worn-sweatpants laments are another. I managed to rein in my eating this year – more because I was the host and actually had responsibilities than because I’ve developed self-discipline, I’m afraid.
Will Diaries Be Published in 2050? was the NYT’s Room for Debate topic recently. Part of the debate wondered whether online social platforms (which I wanna pluralise as platfa) were displacing diary-/journal-writing without being an adequate substitute. I found it interesting that some discussants called Facebook the death of blogs. I had a blog before I had a Facebook account, sure, but I can’t imagine the gap between when blogs really caught on and when Facebook really caught on to be more than 4 years, in the early 2000s.
It got me thinking about my on-again, off-again affair with writing down my life. I am mildly egocentric and rabidly analytical, and coupled with a lifelong love of the written word keeping a diary is second nature to me. Or should be, anyway. Read More »
Most of the time we bumble our way through life, trying to get through the day or week or month, with a more or less vague idea of what lies ahead. But sometimes something happens and a switch is flipped in our minds, telling us, ah, something big is happening. Sometimes we are self-aware and reflective enough to notice these moments of change – turning points, points of no return – as they happen rather than long after. Sometimes we can foresee potential turning points: for example, before going to Sweden for an exchange semester I knew in advance that it could be something really special. I’d even counted on it to be a make or break opportunity to change course.
This time around, however, I was caught off guard. It all started when my colleague probed the idea of accompanying her to Denmark in order to assist with a workshop she was organising. Um, need she ask?! It was technically for work but I’m inexperienced enough to consider work trips adventures. Especially because I would shoulder little responsibility. And because it was in a beautiful location in Denmark. So, an adventure? Yep. An adventure that became a personal milestone.
Merry Christmas! It’s a beautiful day today: the skies are blue, the ground is dry and the mercury’s hovering around 8°C. There’s not much going on this Christmas Eve in Hamburg, except a dinner/get-together at Sean’s in the evening.
Visitors. Debbie and then Nicole visited this month. It was fun! Hamburg is a great city to show off to your visiting friends, especially when it’s all done up for Christmas. And Hamburg does Christmas right ;)
Berlin. Nic and I went to Berlin for three days. To be honest, it didn’t leave as strong an impression as it did the first time I went in June 2009. I’ve changed a lot! But it’s still a cool city.
My 2011. It was one of my best years, and one of the most newsworthy. I went to Amsterdam (twice), Austria and Sweden to visit Uppsala friends. I went on my first ever work trip. I got an internship at a great organisation that gave me a sense of direction and worth, then got that internship extended. My uni grades were high, despite juggling an abnormally heavy courseload with a part-time internship. I earned pocket money working at a call centre. I felt more comfortable speaking German. We started a bi-weekly ‘dinner club’. I started a German language current events discussion group. Summer came early in April and May, and then left again. I was inspired by a showing of true democracy in the Occupy movement and the revolutions in the Arab world. I was appalled by the London riots and Brevik massacre, and reactions to them. I despaired when the Conservatives won a majority government in Canada. I became very wary of media spin. I had three out-of-town visitors.