Monthly Archives: October 2001


I am a junkie. I love fashion so much. I love to see everyone looking beautiful. I can make anyone beautiful really. When I first graduated from undergrad I placed an ad as a personal shopper. The only call I got was someone that thought I meant personal slave. I changed my phone number. At the Victoria and Albert Museum in London they have an exhibit called “Radical Fashion”. It has works from some of the most cutting edge designers out there today. Ones that turned the industry on its side and then became the norm. I bought over a hundred dollars in books about fashion. I need to change industries. But being that I can’t draw, what could I do? I could be a lackey and be happy but at least while I pay of the federal government for supporting me in grad school I need to make real money. Maybe the day of my last payment to the government (in 2008) I will quite my job and go work in a clothing store in NYC. I’d love to be a fashion show designer. The ambiance and music. The make-up and hair. Most designers want to do that themselves though. Oh well.

The Depeche Mode show was wonderful. Dave stills looks fantastic and can really move. Sobriety has been good for him. Martin was in a particularly perky mood and played lots of guitar. He even sang several times. I reminded Patrick that if Dave Gahan wants me, I’m history. He accepts it. Don’t think he is particularly worried. The crowd was polite and knew all the words. It was such a dream come true to see them in London. I felt like a teenager again. Since everyone was about my age it was easy to imagine us all 15 years younger disaffected and utopia in thought. It was beautiful.

An interesting thing happened to us on our way back to the hotel Friday night. When we got off the underground at Victoria station a woman getting on the train said they were evacuating the station. As we started up the escalators an alarm started and a voice started to repeat, “Due to an emergency we would request that you evacuate the station please”. So polite. As we got out I heard a cop tell someone they suspected anthrax in the ventilation system. Surreal. We walked back to our hotel and by the time we’d changed (my feet were killing me) and started back towards the station everything was normal again. It was as if nothing had happened. There was nothing in the paper the next day either. If I start to feel funny I’ll got to a hospital I promise.

Patrick did a typically amusing Patrick thing as we were sitting having dinner at Heathrow. We heard a mobile phone go off. It was the ring that signals an SMS message has arrived (text message for you Americans). So then Patrick gets the “I’m figuring out a science thing in my head” look and I say “what?” He goes on to explain that Morse code for SOS is dot-dot-dot dash-dash-dash dot-dot-dot. The sound we heard was dot-dot-dot dash-dash dot-dot-dot. Of course he says “I wonder if what the code for ‘M’ is? If it is dash-dash then the ring would be basically saying in Morse code you have an SMS message.” I leaned over and smacked his forehead.

I have this “Hitchcock and Art” book laying on the ottoman. I started to read it but now it is just sitting around to make me look intellectual. Really, I have too much free time on my hands.

You’ve seen the coat before. I also wear it with my Hungarian long black skirt. The pants were on super sail at Gap and the 2 actually fit better than the 4. Of course now they have that annoying little bend at the hips. I really need to get back to the gym. It would help women with body image a lot if someone would invent a low cost, portable 3-D body scanning device. I am still 15lbs lighter than when I moved here but I have gained 10lbs in the last 3 months. I feel huge but I know in my head I am small. If I could see images of myself then and now, it would help me emotionally. I would also be able to tell better what exercise works best for me. I know you can’t spot lose but at least I would know what exercises built the best muscle on me. Ho hum.


Kofi Annan won the Peace Prize. I guess we have to admit the prize isn’t so literal anymore. Mr. Annan worked towards peace, he didn’t (doesn’t) always get it. Seems like a good choice though. I read in an article that one of the other nominees was the game of football (soccer for the Americans). I don’t really see that. I mean, there are lots of people killed and tons of general violence as a result of football pride. There are actually people in the UK who’s passport numbers are in a database so if they try to leave the country during a big football tourney, let are not allowed to bored a plane.

I read an article in a fashion mag this week that said “Brown is the new Black”. I was reading out loud to Patrick as he was rubbing my feet. He responded, “Well call me old fashion, but I am going to stick with the old black.” He is so fashion savvy.

I picked up a slew of high end fashion mags this week at the foreign press store in the Hauptbahnhof. I have a habit of being attracted to the Prada stuff. I can’t help it. A lot of the stuff is put together in a way that would prohibit it from being acceptable at the office. Taken in pieces though, I could do something with it. The make-up is right out too. Where exactly would I go with blue eye shadow streaked across my face? I am over dressed for HP BBN most days as it is.

Just so the whole world knows, I am going to wear my Dinosaur costume that my mom is making for me, to work on Nov. 5th when I return from the US. Going to wear it on the S-bahn too. Should be interesting. Somehow I need to plan a presentation for that day.

I help with kitchen stuff tonight. We are trying a new food plan. I have gained 4 kg since June and can’t figure out why. OK, I know why partially. I’ve lost my motivation for the gym. So I haven’t been going like I use to. But the weird thing is I am gaining weight around my waist for the first time in my life. This worries me for 2 reasons. First, weight around the middle means a higher risk for heart disease and since I have a murmur, I am concerned about that. Secondly, my waist has always been my special feature. The thing few others had. Now what have I got? Pink hair, piercings and tattoos are SO five minutes ago. Anyhow the food plan…since the food at the cafeteria is shite, we are going to bring lunch. Since Americans are like the only society that eats 3 full meals a day, we are going to seriously reduce what we have for dinner like most Germans. Most Germans are thin, it is just their arteries clog and they have massive heart attacks but they make nice looking corpses. Back to the plan, Patrick is going to make a full dinner every night but we will take it to have for lunch at work. Now I realize you are thinking “why not just eat a small lunch?” Well, I tried that but it left me without enough energy to workout. Of course I realize reheated anything isn’t as good as the original (accept Kentucky Fried Chicken’s old extra crispy recipe) but this is better for our health. This also means Patrick doesn’t have some huge production he has to put together before I get home from the gym (that is our deal). I’ll let you know how it goes.

I’m still afraid. I’m afraid of being beaten up by some dumb guy just looking for an excuse to hit someone. I want to learn another language, German would be the logical choice, so that I don’t sound American (I certainly don’t look it). People ask if I am afraid of flying home. No. If the plane blows up, I won’t even realize it. If we are hijacked I am quite sure the passengers won’t stand for it. I’m not afraid of Anthrax. If I am poisoned it starts like the flu, I go to the hospital, they give me morphine, end of story. It is the personal attacks that scare me. I’m surprised by myself. Also I am assuming this has to do with my immature need to be liked by everyone (which conflicts greatly with my need to push the envelope with my personal appearance). If there is a bomb, it isn’t personal. If someone hits me, it is because they don’t like me, even if it is really that I am simply a symbol of what they don’t like. Oh well.

Got the Zebra pants last Christmas in LA. They are a bit much but fun. They are looking a bit rounded at the hips but I already explained that. In general I still think I look pretty cool. Next week, something else. Probably about London (Depeche Mode!)

irony friday

Did you know that this is Nobel week? They gave the Nobel prize in Medicine to three Cancer researchers. On Friday they give the Peace Prize. Ironic huh?

Anyhow, we bought a new table this weekend. I have been waiting and waiting to replace the lovely natural wood and pastel table and chairs HP provided for us. We got it at Ikea (pronounced ee (as in Eek a mouse!) k (as in OK) and a (as is ‘uh, there was one?’) so you know it was inexpensive. It is metal and glass. Since it also acts as my desk I love it. It is a bit lower, a bit longer and a bit more narrow than the last. It worked beautifully for Ladies Poker Night. It is a bitch to keep clean though. I am thinking of investing in Windex stock. The only thing needed now to perfect my ‘house o’fab furniture’ is my dream couch. My dream couch is maroon velvet and extra deep so my feet hang off the end. It has an ottoman that I could sleep on. It is also mucho DM, so it will be a while. I just hope it is before we go home.

I saw the funniest commercial at the gym recently. As I have mentioned in the past, Germans seem to love compilation CDs. There are 80’s CD’s, Top 20 CD’s (I know that commercial by heart), Classic Blues CD’s, Love CD’s, and many more. So in one commercial for an 80’s CD they list some of the bands across the bottom of the screen while samples are playing in the background. One of the bands caught my eye. It was called “Men without Heads”. Now I remember a band called “Men without Hats”, they did ‘Safety Dance’, but I don’t recall any “Men without Heads”. Patrick says it was a joint project between “Men without Hats” and “Talking Heads”. Makes sense.

Ladies Poker Night went beautifully. Watch out for the Spanish girls. They are quiet and carry a great hand. A number of Ladies went home having doubled their money (from 2DM to 4DM!). Likewise many went home with nothing. Those of us that can stay up late (this is absolutely the last time I do it though) went dancing after. As usual we went to a number of places before settling on Maria’s. The girls had made friends with the bouncer last time we were there, so he slipped us in. Turned out they knew the door guy too and we didn’t have to pay the 25DM cover. The bouncers were from So. Central LA. Small world.

That’s all I’ve got this week folks. After my wild weekend I am not feeling so hot and I’m not big on my governments military actions. I am impressed with Rumsfield’s comments but I still don’t really see a point to the attacks. I’ll try to be more lively next week.