Monthly Archives: July 2001


I am writing you today from the steps of the Koenigsbau on Koenigsstr in downtown Stuttgart. It is a beautiful 29 degrees Celsius (get used to it Americans, when I am Supreme Dictator for a day you are all converting to metric) and everyone is smiling. I tried to go to the gym but just couldn’t. I walked in, got a key, went downstairs and couldn’t do it. I walked back upstairs and handed the key back to the nice lady. I walked home, got the iBook and here I am. This is what I love about technology.

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. A beautiful day for a neighbor. Did you know Mr. Rogers retired last year? But now he is working on an interactive website. I’d pay a lot for the sweater on eBay.

I look a bit butch up in that Pink Betsey Johnson dress, don’t I? I am not real happy with this hair cut but I’ve let the colour go for too long. Actually as I sit here I have fuchsia highlights. Patrick and I were walking home from the gym last weekend and he said, “let’s dye your hair tonight.” As usual, I said sure. We are really happy with the colour though. You’ll see a picture of that soon.

So we have this cool ottoman/coffee table. It is a black patent oversized square. It is sort of too big to be an ottoman and too small to be a coffee table. It sits in front of our couch and is covered in magazines. Some of the magazines are pretty old and the square is sort of overwhelmed with them so I thought I would read them all this weekend and file them away (yes, in the spirit of my pack-rat mother and grandmother, I retain my magazines, I do throw them out when we move though). Anyhow, I have only managed to get through 1 and 7/8th’s so far but I’ve gathered lots of interesting info doing it.

The one I have read completely is this month’s Jane. It is the celebrity issue and was interesting enough. The mag I am 7/8th’s through is Details. Of course it is the Details issue from May. I imagine I got it on one of my biz trips. There are lots of really interesting things in it though. Do you remember the controversial work of art “Christ Piss” by Andres Serrano? It was the plastic crucifix of Christ in a beaker of the artist’s urine. Sent Jessie Helms through the roof. There is an article/interview with him that has a really great photo. It is of the cranially conjoined twins the Schhappell sisters dressed as Velasquez Princesses. It is totally cool. They look really beautiful. (attn.: Mom, they live in Reading PA and HATE it.) Andres does lots of commercial photography these days and some people say he has sold out. I don’t think so. From what I read, it sounds more like the commercial work helps him to see possible artistic works. He photographed Christopher Reeves for US Mag (I think) and wanted to use his Superman costume. Christopher didn’t want to do it but gave Andres the costume. So he took a picture of the slightly rumpled costume all by itself in an empty closet. It ended up being even better that way. I strongly reject the idea that the minute you start taking “real” money for your work it isn’t art anymore. It isn’t art when either you don’t care or you let others manipulate your vision.

Played football again last week. We played the AIR team and won 13-3. Felt much better than the tournament. Alexadre was late again, but we knew he would be. He also wasn’t in charge this time, Basil was. Of course it took a great deal of nagging on my part to get everything squared away and we still weren’t sure we had a ball to play with when we arrived at the field. Men! I don’t know how they get anything accomplished. Of course we have changed the name of the team, again, to Heather’s Hooligans. I will be working on my dedicated football page soon. I am even planning on buying cleats this week.

I’ve been asking around and people seem to think black is ok for a wedding. It will be a rather formal wedding and black is a formal colour.

Broke my fast again this weekend. It was all 50% off though. I own my first Gaultier now. You’d never guess it though. It is a black summer dress with multiple rows of gathers. You’ll see it soon on the page.

BTW, I know I went on about metric and then went right ahead and used standard. 7/8th’s just seems more telling than .875

Tune in next week for my story about the “webcam” that seems to be going on in the flat across the street and one floor down!

fashion advice

Today is Bastille Day isn’t it? Happy independence France!

It was an exhausting week. I was really tired every night. Friday night we went to LKA and danced ourselves “to the knees”. My lower back hurt from getting really into the music. I think I probably look like one of those dorks getting too into the music, but at least I don’t dance with my hair. Of course I don’t have much hair. We heard an awesome Ska version to “Take on Me” by Ah ha. They played on the Koenigisbau last weekend. Apparently Ah ha was much bigger in Germany than the US. I didn’t go because my foot was swollen from football. Sounds like I wouldn’t have liked it much either as it was typically crowded with smelly drunk German people. Now don’t get me wrong. I have lots of German people I like (Alke, Stefan, Marco, Andreas, Heinz, my extended workgroup, etc.) but I don’t really like how they party. Take Volksfest (local Octoberfest). Once was enough for me. They get INCREDIBLY drunk and dance on tables all night, sweating profusely. Germans are happy people when they drink. More open and friendly than any other time, I’d say. How did I get off on this?

I just finished the latest Stephanie Plum mystery. It was fabulous as usual. Not as funny as the last one but a good story. Grandma Mazur is incredible. She is a priceless character. What I want to know is how Lulu affords her cool clothes and newly painted car on a file clerks salary? Does she have stocks she bought from when she was still a ‘Ho? I highly advise you all read the Stephanie Plum books. Obviously author Janet Evanovich has a website which I just went to. Interesting. It is administered by her daughter, age? It has the regular book info, signing dates, newsletter. It also has Janet’s daughters comic strip Batster. It is about her hamster Argus. Now we know where the character Mooner came from.

OK now for the fashion advice. I need some. I am going to my best friend from college, Brett’s, wedding in the bay area in October. I don’t own much more than black and white clothing, as you all know. I have a few dresses in pink but with the exception of one, they are all rather sexy. I want to look different but not distracting at the wedding. Is black and white ok? Should I wear my 1950’s pink patterned dress and dye my hair pink to retain the me-ness? I really need help on this one. I went to a friend’s wedding in college thinking I was looking sedate (knee length dress, muted colors) but it turned out my half shaved head made me instantly memorable in the entire central CA town. Write me with any ideas at

I had a cool dream this morning. It was short even. I thought to myself, in my semiconscious state, that I wanted to remember this one. I didn’t.

I simply must share 2 true tales of Induhvidulas that I got in a recent DNRC newsletter. The first was a story of a coworker that exclaimed he wasn’t a “rocket surgeon”. The other was of a boss trying to inspire his team to deal with the tough times they were facing (maybe it was Carly). This boss was quoted to say “Sometimes you’ve got a monkey on your back and you just have to spank the monkey.” Classic.


Yep, football. I played football (soccer for my American friends) this weekend on the department team. That is Klaus on the far left (other team), Aruf next to him in the cute matching top, Nazia walking (!) in the background right, opposing goalie in the center background. And of course me in my Robbie Williams obsessed UK football fan t-shirt, sun glasses and dog collar. Got to intimidate the opposition before you even get on the field. You are wondering to yourself, “Heather, how on earth did you end up on a football team?” Simple. They forgot to ask any girls in the department if they wanted to play, so as soon as I heard that, I invited myself to be on the team. I even recommended a name “2 bitchy women and the boys” (my friend Nazia got roped in a the last minute too). I’m not sure I like football in Europe though. Our FRENCH captain, Alexandre, missed the first game! He told us to be there at 9:00 and he showed up at 9:40, ten minutes into our first 12 minute, half field, 6 players game. I was impressed how good some of my male coworkers were. They were happy with my performance as well. I don’t handle the ball well but I stick to the opponents and generally make a physically nuisance of myself, quite well. I had some admirable steals and interceptions. When I asked how I did, the “great” was quite truthful. With all fairness to the French my workgroup mate Emmanuelle was on time, really good (!!!) and doing us a favor since his real team didn’t play until the afternoon. We also roped in my friend Aruf, who happened to show up in the morning even though his real team didn’t play until the afternoon. Since our captain and his 1st assistant were late, we were down players and I grabbed who I could. Patrick was our cheerleader and cameraman. His was great too (especially after we got home, wink, wink). Oh, yea, and we lost the first (0-1) won the second (3-0), were slaughtered in the third (0-8) and were just to damned tired in the fourth (0-4). I’d do it again. I hit the ground once wrong and my foot is swelling, but I would do it again. Must get appropriate shoes (yippee!).

I had 2 really awesome days at work this week. Like I was super happy with them. Those days I felt I learned things, new things, and participated, gave back to the department and company. I realize that I should be giving back everyday but this was different. Sure I know things and do things for the company everyday. But these days I felt I did something that was unique. Not something the next person can do, I am very “if I were Carly would I fire me” oriented. I expect people to give something special. That is why we want them. Not because they fill a chair and do a job, but because they do something unique. This week I hit that twice. It is an awesome feeling for me. When my boss, Andreas, a very cool guy, had our 1-on-1 he asked if I expected those days every week. I said no, of course. I think he might have been worried I was setting the bar too high for me and the department. I helped create a report too. Sounds trivial but it wasn’t, I just can’t explain any more than that.

I saw a fantastic movie this week, “Intimacy” (unfortunately the only web page I could find is in German but you should check out the trailer at least). It will never play in a regular movie theatre in the US, so don’t even bother, This movie was definitely on the way to an NC-17 or X rating in the US. It was so well made though. It also won the Golden Bear for Best Film and Silver bear for Best Actress at the Berlin film festival. Basically it is about a man and a woman, you don’t know how they meet, who have sex, every Wednesday, at his house. It is very faceless, they don’t know each others names in the beginning, but still…not tender, not sweet but something where they care about each other because they know how the other needs what they have to give. At least that was my interpretation. It gets complicated, of course, and they end up not being wonderful people, but who is? They connect and they are real. The sex scenes are very graphic, thus no play in the US. But it isn’t pornographic. No Hollywood bodies and sex music. Just their sounds and their need. That is the sex we should all be having. The world would be a more peaceful place.