What a day!

Hi folks!

Please, don't say anything. Don't even think it. I know I'm a slacker. You don't need to remind me because I'm already ashamed.

And to add a little salt in the wound, this post isn't even about all of the truly awesome stuff I've been up to. I'll be trying to get to that later this week before I meet my cousin, Jan, in Kiel for a big, week-long party called Kieler Woche ("Kiel Week," and we're only going for the weekend, not the whole week).

This post is about the incredibly weird/random day I had today. Normally I'm full of great and descriptive words for things, in an attempt to keep you interested and make me sound a little more literate than I actually am. But this time, I'm almost speechless. So here goes:


So school these days has been pretty lax. There is a week and a day left, so many of the class periods are pretty easy going, open-conversation ones. I must also say that most or all of the students have lost any of the little bit of desire they once had to learn and are now completely unruly. I've got absolutely no control is a couple of classes. I've tried anything. But, luckily, I'm to also to the point where I'm okay with just putting my hands up and saying, "whatever, you've all taken your finals. If you don't want to listen and learn, it's your problem."

Anyways. I'm in the class 9A today in the 4th period. Most of the students are great in this class. All year they have, more or less, sat attentively, completely awestruck sometimes, while I tell them about all of the "strange" things in America. Today's class was very easy. Okay, I'll be honest. We didn't do anything. The teacher had nothing planned and everyone was just sitting around and chatting. Four girls were even playing a board game. I did my best to chat in English, but really, at this point it's a lost cause with these kids. After some time, the teacher got interested in one of the students who likes to think of himself as "emo." (If you don't know what that is, look it up.) She started asking him a couple of questions, just simply interested in what it was. While they were chatting back and forth, some of the other students were really antagonizing the kid in question whenever he answered. They would just chime in with snide, rude comments at every opportunity. One student in particular, a Turkish kid, was being the the aggressor in these antagonizing comments. It got to the point where the "emo" kid said something (too fast for me to understand) that basically amounted to a challenge. Like, "want to fight?" Or, "I'll kick your ass if you make another smart ass remark." Something like that. The Turkish kid accepted the challenge. Now, instead of walking around the row of desks to face his foe, the Turk picked up a chair and HURLED it across the room at the other kid! No kidding. This kid, in the middle of class, picked up a classroom chair (they're like, what, 10-15 pounds? Maybe 20?) and tossed it at the kid. And if that wasn't enough, he picked up ANOTHER chair and threw it at his target. By the time chair #2 was being picked up, it kicked into my brain that I should step in. By the time chair #2 had landed, the two students were face to face, doing the "middle school fight." This basically amounts to something that looks half like aggressive hugging and half like terrible ballroom dancing. I hurried over and put the chair-hurler in a full headlock and twisted one of his arms up behind his back and told him, in soft-spoken English, that it would be in his best interest to cool it. And, as quickly as it had escalated, it was over. The two seemingly having forgotten that they hated one another. Five minutes later, class was over and they all left cheerily (probably because they knew they were one hour closer to Summer vacation).

The second strange thing happened to me while I was in the city eating dinner at my favorite Turkish restaurant (I swear there's no relation between the Turkish kid and the restaurant I was at. I just really like their food. If you haven't tried Turkish food, I recommend the Adanas Plate - super good).

I'm quite the regular at this place and all of the dudes who work there know and like me. We always have pleasant conversations and a merry old time. But today, well, today was different. While I was half eating/half reading my new book (by David Sedaris, he comes highly recommended from yours truly) this crazy looking guys walks in and immediately starts talking (more like yelling) to everyone there. Every person in the building was automatically his best friend. Now, this man was absolutely, positively, flamboyantly homosexual (Achtung! I am not homophobic in any way, I'm totally cool with gay people. I'm just describing this fellow). He had that super homosexual walk that almost looks like he's competitively speed walking in the olympics, but without the heavy arm movement. His legs were like wet spaghetti and his hips bounced from side to side as if he was walking down the runway at a fashion show in New York City. Before he ordered anything (which only ended up being 2 Becks beers) he went around to EVERY SINGLE person in the shop, telling all of us how "sexy" we were, while slapping our shoulders and kissing our cheeks. I managed to evade the first round of cheek kisses, but was sneak-attacked after he returned from a bathroom trip. I'm not, in any way, exaggerating, people. It turns out that this guy is a French Canadian from Quebec and was speaking an English/French/German mix to everyone, regardless of who they were.

"You so sexy!" "Danke schoen!" "Sexy Sexy!" *Kiss on stranger's cheek" "Sexy!"

Again, I'm not exaggerating. This had had to be about 15 drinks deep. Or just really, really, REALLY homosexual.

Anyways, this went on for about 15-20 minutes. All the while, every single employee and customer were laughing/looking around in confusing/completely at a loss of words.

And then, as quickly as the chair throwing began, and as quickly as our gay French Canadian friend appeared, he vanished. Apparently he had a "reservation" in Cuxhaven and had to catch his train.

After he left, no one knew what to say - so we all just went back to eating/cooking food.

I think he said his same was Dominic.
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In other news:


Psyche! I'm done writing. Stay tuned for another post later in the week.

I half-promise that I'll write it.

Ciao!

-Russell

The Legend of The Dude

This is a shout out to my best friend and one of the coolest dudes around: My brother, Niko aka The Dude.

I may be his older (albeit smaller) brother, but I sure do look up to this kid. The Dude has been through a lot this past year and I was unfortunately away, out of the country, living in Germany the whole time.

This is a guy who persevered through all of my "big brother antics" when we were younger (when I still happened to be the older AND bigger brother) and several other hardships to develop into an intelligent, strikingly handsome, athletic as hell, lovable, competitive, and endearing individual. I don't think my parents could have asked for a better 3rd child, the perpetual 'baby' of the family.


When I was only a Sophomore in college and The Dude was going through his college search and football recruiting process I received a phone call from him. He wanted to tell me about an essay he wrote for a college application. The prompt, or theme, for this particular essay was to say who his hero was and why. He was so excited to tell me about it because, as it turned out, I happened to be his guy, his hero.

At the time, I didn't know what to say to something like this. I didn't even know if I liked having this type of hefty responsibility bestowed upon my already faulty shoulders (I had shoulder surgery just a short year before). But, it was, and to this day it is still such an honor to have had my little brother tell that to me.


Well, Dude, here's to you. I truly and sincerely admire the relentless work you have put in this past year.

I couldn't ask for two better role models than our kickass father and you, Dude. I really mean that.

So, thanks for being one of MY Hero's too.

I love you and can't wait to see ya in about a month!




-russ

*tweet tweet*

Before I actually do any real blogging, I want to take a moment to remember a great friend of mine, Beau Jacobson. Beau was a great friend and teammate for three years while I was in college. He was found dead, after having drowned, out off of an island in the South Pacific. He was there, doing what Beau did best, pursuing and achieving a goal of becoming a successful pearl farmer.

Beau lived life with a zest that was to be unrivaled. He did everything full-bore, 100%. Whether it was loving his family, playing football, hanging around drinking beers with his best friends, or being a student - Beau did it to the best of his ability. Anybody who knew Beau would tell you the same thing. I, myself, might not even have been a UPS Logger had it not been for him. He was a central figure at a recruiting lunch and an overnight visit me and 5 other high school friends took. He was obviously a very persuasive and positive man, for I made a firm commitment to UPS. My friends who didn't even end up going to UPS still remember Beau Jacobson from that one, single night. That's the kind of impact a man like Beau will leave on you.

I want to thank you for being such a great friend and tremendous positive influence to me, Beau. It's no wonder that writing this brought a tear to my eye. A guy like you will never go away. I miss you.
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Beginning of real post:

I know what you’re thinking, and I’m sorry. Okay? It’s been far too long. I know, I know. I’m not going to sit here and pump you full of excuses about how much fun I was having out in the beautiful weather instead of staying cooped up inside all day long to blog on “the internets”. Instead, I figured I would jump right into things…

So, I have quite a lot to write about; so much, in fact, that when I look at it, it just seems too daunting to me. That got me to thinking. You see, I want to keep you filled in on the things I’m lucky enough to be able to do – and some of the stuff that still needs telling is some of the best (i.e. the whole Wacker gang coming to visit). However, with so much to write about so many separate escapades, I felt I needed to come up with some kind of creative theme to help paraphrase everything.

And now, my (hopefully) entertaining, blatantly satirical, “easy-way-out” blog post theme – Twittering. Or tweets. Whatever the heck you like to call them. (Please refer to www.twitter.com to better understand this nonsense)

You may remember me telling you all about my setting up a twitter account a little while back. At first, I was into it. It was such a thrill to be able to update an entire clan of followers (last time I checked I had, like, about 2) so quickly! - But not so fast - After a while, I found that the act of actually spending time to think up ways to best screw up my spelling and grammar to fit my message under 140 characters is an incredible waste of time. I mean, I’m just about to finish up a full school year of being an English teacher! How can I just stand by and let myself butcher my favorite language like that? I am ashamed, people. I am ashamed. Enough time spent thinking about it got me to the point of boycott.

And now for my last “tweet:” A chronological collection of pictures and descriptions, arranged in “tweets,” of everything from my last post up until now. Hope you enjoy.

A "tweet" Story, by russ:



1st stop: Berlin 4 my Fulbright Conference! Excited 4 a fun week and to see my family!! This is the view from my hotel room. woo hoo!




Here's the whole Wacker fam! I was on my way to a function for the conference, they were on vacation! It was so great to see my fam in DLand




Me and some other Fulbrighters at a dinner. There were open bars all week, wow! This one had nothing but wine. They made sure we had fun!




We even had time to explore the city-we rented bikes! heres us hanging out on the river. ian rocks! http://www.myspace.com/ianhooper




heres some of my friends on a really big bench! we found a strange garden w/ many random things in it. it was actually kinda hard to get on!




next stop: sachsenhausen concentration camp w/ the fam. 'arbeit macht frei' - 'work is liberating.' it was sad, but i its important to learn




an actual uniform worn by a prisoner. they also had an officers uni, some huuuge rolls of barbed wire, and many artifacts on display.




heres niko on a toilet in a dorm bathroom. they would force up to 200 inmates in here at a time, with only 5 minutes to do potty and wash!




remnants from a human furnace. you can imagine what youre looking at. those are roses on the rack. they were everywhere in the camp...



next stop: fehmarn - where the wacker clan hails from. fehmarn is an island, here is the bridge leading to it! it was really big!



wisser's hotel: if not for this little place i wouldnt be around. the meeting place of oma and opa. thanks for the 'short' genes mom! :-/



next stop: eckernfoerde, moms home-town. here's 4 generations of family, germans and americans mixed in there. holy cow! great to see ya'll!



heres mom and dad at a birthday dinner in Eck. they had a great time during their week in germany. hey, theres Lutz in the back filming!




everybody at dinner on the first night. what a big group! the food was tasty and the company great. it was fun to speak in german w/ them!




all the younger relatives went out to the bars after dinner. heres niko and our cousin lutz! we were lucky: one night was '40 beer' night!




heres me and my sis, eva! we had a great time together even tho she missed her fiance , trevor. she plans to get hitched in 2010!!



the dude and i doing a 'prost' with some whiskey. it was gr8 to be back w/ my bro for a while. hes hulked-out ripped now but not like manny!

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Phew, okay. That's the end of my Berlin/Fehmarn/Eckernfoerde Journey. A couple of notes/facts to leave you with:

- All of those stupid little "tweets" all qualify under the '140-Character or Under' rule that twitter has. They're legit. Count if you like.

- I said this was an idea to streamline and make it go fast. This method actually turned out to be waaaay longer than normal. But it was fun, so I persevered.

- The blogging doesn't stop here! I still have to write about my way fun trip to Heidelberg to visit my cousin, Hannah. There are some pretty good pictures to accompany that post.

- Also, for the near future, my plans for the Month of May: This Sunday I am going to Hamburg to watch a St. Pauli football (soccer) game with my aunt, Anna-Maria. Then, immediately afterwards, I am going up to Elmshorn to visit the Baumann Family and celebrate their son Philip's confirmation. THEN, on the following day, a week long class field trip with the 5th graders to a pony ranch starts. This lasts till Friday, a week from today. The following morning, I'll be hopping on a train back over to Berlin to meet up with two college teammates of mine, Drew Watkins and Steve Martin. So, more blogging will be necessary!

Hope you liked this experiment. I really am done twittering - I'm sticking to the blog. I'm going to try to get my Heidelberg post up tomorrow, before I go on this field trip.

Thanks for reading!

russ.

Gone for the weekend - Visiting my cousin Hanna in Heidelberg!

Supposed to be a really pretty student city, with many American students studying abroad there.

Should be a good time!

a surprise visit to school

This post is pretty belated but, at any rate, I feel it's significance still warrants at least a little something said about it.

So this happened about a week before the Berlin Fulbright Seminar (coming soon in a post).

I was sitting in the teacher's room, reading The Pillars of the Earth (What a great book! Mom, I can't believe that Tom Builder died just like that! I'm almost finished.) on my free time when a girl from one of my 9th grade classes came in, asking for me to come with her. I asked her what all the commotion was about, being slightly perturbed by having to leave my book, and she tells me there is a visitor.

I had no idea who in the world might be visiting me in the middle of the day at school. When I walked into the secretary's office, there is a big black dude awkwardly standing there. I was slightly caught off guard because it's not every day you see a man like him in little farming-town Osterholz-Scharmbeck. I was even more caught off guard when he greeted me with a beautiful, American sounding "Hi!"

It turns out that the man, named Eugene, was a student at the very school I teach at now 27 years ago when OHZ (the hip way of saying Osterholz-Scharmbeck) was occupied by the American Army.

***(History Lesson: As I wrote in a post a while back, OHZ was occupied by the American Army for a while some 30 years ago. It was, for all practical purposes, a real little American town in Northwest Germany. It had American schools (high schools, etc), sports, foods, etc.)***

I ended up showing Eugene around (I know, it doesn't make sense since he was a student there) while we talked about all kinds of random stuff. He was on a short 2 week vacation and wanted to pay a visit to his Alma Mater high school. He lives in Dallas, is a huge Dirk Nowitzki fan, and forgets a lot of his German. On this particular day I had 2 hours of afternoon lessons with the 6B, not one of my more enjoyable classes. So I decided to take Eugene along, knowing that the pupils would be totally intrigued by this guy.

Surely enough, they were. And they had plenty of questions to prove it too. We spent most of the afternoon doing a little question and answer session with him and the pupils. He gave some of them 1 dollar bills (they loved that) and had some wonderful things to say to them about education and whatnot. He understood the whole Hauptschule, Realschule, Gymnasium deal they have here in Germany, so he knew that my students were not the best of the best. It also looked like he realized that they were hanging on every word he said, so he took the opportunity to tell them, basically, that if they want more of those dollar bills, they have to go to school, learn, and learn to enjoy it.

All in all, it was a great surprise. I met an energetic person who enjoys life, got to hear some good stories, got to practice my German (I was translating mostly everything..), and the students, I think, learned something from him.

Thanks Eugene! I hope you are doing well down there in Texas.

Stay tuned for posts on the Berlin Seminar and my time spent with my family.

Also: Click the silver FOLLOW button on the right hand side of the screen. It makes it easier to keep yourself fully updated. If anything, just do it to humor me :)

Some photos...

It's been faaar too long since I've made a post, but I'm too tired to do anything productive tonight - so I'll give you a little taste-test list of what's to come.

I have a whole lot to write about after spending a week in Berlin and Eckernfoerde.

Soon to come:

- A story about a surprise visit to my school.
- A recap of my Fulbright Seminar in Berlin - Including party/family photos.
- Detailed account of my German family get-together party-fest that took place in Eckernfoerde, which is where Mom hails from. Photos included.

Here's a photo some random dude from the German Bundeswehr (Army) took of me on the streets of Berlin. It was a totally random deal, which I will be including in my Berlin post.

Ciao!

Get a load of this article, found on ESPN.com.

http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=3965863

How this girl is not sitting in jail on charges of attempted murder, I have no idea. Something tells me that if a man were to stab his girlfriend in the head with scissors and in the neck with a knife, he wouldn't get away with just a slap on the wrist (aggravated battery with a deadly weapon).

I just don't get it. I am a supporter of woman's rights. I think it is a tragedy that women with the same qualifications doing the same job as men earn less in the workplace. To me, that's something that just isn't right.

But, come on, shouldn't there be equality in the courtroom? Can all girlfriends get away with stabbing their boyfriends after this precedent has been set?


On another note - I've recently tricked out my blog here a little bit with some new features, one of them having the ability to automatically send you and email whenever I publish a post. If you would like to be put on the list, simply say so. That way, if you want to read what's going on over here, you don't have to keep coming to the blog only to be disappointed by the lack of activity.

Possibly more to come later in the afternoon (my time).

russ.

Also -

As you can see, I updated the blog's layout a little bit and added a couple of gadgets on the right hand side and under the posts.

Check it out and let me know what you think!

r.

Spent a great weekend in Amsterdam (I'm beginning to get to know that place fairly well now) with a couple of friends I've made while living in Bremen. One, Mena, hails from Italy and teaches Italian at the Gymnasium in Osterholz-Scharmbeck, which is the town I work in. The other, Cristina, is from Spain and, you guessed it, teaches Spanish. Although, I'm not sure which city/school she is in: It's a small dorf (village) close to Bremen.

At the moment I have a few too many things to do to be writing a comprehensive review of the weekend, so I may get to that and throw some pictures up later.

My main reason for the post is to pass along, simply put, a great story. I found it on ESPN.com. It's about a Duke basketball player and his story.

I don't want to give away too much, so all I'll say is that it reminds me how lucky I am to have two parents who love me and want, above all things, for me to be happy.

Love you Mom and Dad! (And cant wait to see you and Eve and The Dude in less that a week!!!)

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/eticket/story?page=nolan

Hi folks.

So I just got home from a rather strenuous day of managing the organized chaos that makes up my pupils.

I've kind of developed a routine of reading (online) all of the newspapers, sports news, etc that happened the day before in the World (please remember that when I'm sleeping you are busy being awake, so I sleep right through lots of the important stuff) when I get home from work. Today, while reading my stuff, I came across yet more Obama-bashing stuff.

Articles, message boards, facebook groups, and the likes. One thing I found particularly disturbing, or annoying, or very "little kid like" if you will, was a group on facebook criticizing the "lack of change" that was once promised and the raising of taxes, citing the fact the former Clinton Administration employees are being brought back, yadda yadda yadda.

News flash everybody. It's now official. Many Americans have a shorter memory span than your house pet! It seems that they have forgotten the WONDERFUL lives they had the joy of living these past 8 years. The worst terrorist attack in our country's short history, a never-ending (and terribly, terribly expensive, something most Americans fail to remember)war, an economic crisis that we might never recover from, The Patriot Act, and..wait...I'm forgetting something..ah! That's right, RAISED TAXES! These are all things that "the guy THEY voted for" helped bring us.

Here's my problem: Quit complaining. That gets us no where. What's wrong with bringing back people from the Clinton Administration? How is that not change? They aren't Bush Folks and they were part of our last successful Administration. That is damn good enough for me. Hell, right now I would say it's the best choice. I mean, they did SOMETHING right, didn't they?


Okay, this has been a far too negative post. I think you all know by now, after reading my 20something blog posts, that I am an uber-positive guy. My glass is always half-full. I'm a peaceful guy (off of the football field, hehe). If I grew up in the 70's I would have been one of the people saying, "Make love, Not war." My reason for bringing this up is two-fold:

1) The way I see it is this: Where the heck does complaining get us? I feel like this is the time, if there ever was one, for our country to UNITE (A word our incredibly respectable Founding Fathers found important...hmm...) for a single cause. Many people may not like Obama, but I think EVERYBODY dislikes a terrible economy and a lower quality of life, and I wrong? So what's stopping us?

2) I felt I was being counterproductive with my ranting, but it had a point. Which is outlined in #1.

REMEMBER ALL YOU NEGATIVE NANCIES: A democracy (Remember, this is that ingenious style of government that was implemented waaaay back in 1700's) doesn't function when everyone acts like a toddler who just had their favorite toy taken away.

The rather great idea behind this whole democracy thing is that, through ACTION, you can get your government to work for you. Action means actually doing something. I know, that sounds hard. But it actually works. Ask Martin Luther King, Jr.

This is a time to celebrate!!! Like these people! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfgCEzhYVDg&feature=related. I implore you to watch this, very funny!

Anywho, my rant is over. Big thanks to Mom and Dad: Both forwarded good links to me in the place where you can leave COMMENTS (hint, hint). Plus, they're just really, really good parental units.

Thanks for your continued blog loyalty.

And now, a bunch of random stuff for reading/viewing pleasure:

Music I have been listening to a lot as of late:

-Bob Dylan
-Bob Marley
-John Mayer
-Tenacious D
-John Legend

Books I'm currently reading: (I like to switch a lot)

-Harry Potter #1 in German
-Obama's "The Audacity of Hope" (An X-Mas gift from my great family!)
-Ken Follett's "The Pillars of the Earth" <--Way, way good book/author. Comes highly recommended from me.

-Number of books I have finished since arriving in Germany at the end of August: About 22. That's almost embarrassing, almost.

Wicked-awesome websites:

- www.pandora.com
- www.surfthechannel.com
- twitter - www.twitter.com/russellwacker
- www.theonion.com <--If you're in the mood for satire on almost any topic.

Today is a day of great jubilation!

Earlier, I was thinking about things I've been meaning to do/stop doing (i.e. long term tasks, bad habits, etc.), and I realized that I have completely quit biting my nails. That's one bad habit I can check off my list; one that I've been doing for as long as I can remember (especially during football season) and that has been near impossible to stop.

Yay!

You know, each day I work here as a "teacher," I enjoy teaching more and more. I think I know now for sure that I will be, at some point in my life, a teacher. I just find it very fun and fulfilling (that's some nice alliteration right there). When, I have no idea. Things (like COLLEGE!) are expensive. And these days it's not good to be spending money that you don't have..So we'll see.

Anyway, I'm pretty beat after my second long run of this still very short week, so I'm going to call it a night and zone out to a movie for what's left of the night.

Cheers,

russ.

ps - Alliteration is the repeated occurrence of a consonant sound at the beginning of several words in the same phrase. Consonance is the repetition of the same consonant in a string of words, not the sound as is in alliteration. An exemplary example is "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers" or my nifty one, "fun and fulfilling." :) Thank you Ms. Glock in 8th grade English at Skyview Jr. High, I specifically remember learning this in her class when learning how to write poems. How I remember the specifics, I have no idea.

Hello blog readers!

Quoting an exchange I recently had with Mom in an email, "No news is good news."

I picked up a few extra classes at the school because I had free hours on a couple of days, so now I am teaching English around 15-16 hours a week and not 12. I've spent the past couple of weeks just sort of going about my everyday business:

- I've been enjoying teaching more and more recently. A couple of teachers have finally branched out and gave me the opportunity to prepare some lessons of my own and teach smaller groups of pupils. It's been very fun and has kept me more involved at my school. I decided to give my pupils some say on what exactly I teach them on a week to week basis. So far I have done lessons on how America got started (Albeit it was a VERY simple version), a couple of Obama-themed ones, a little bit on St. Patrick's Day (it coincided with the teacher's theme), and then some routine grammar stuff (for example, the differences, similarities, and difficulties of "I will" future tense and "I'm going to" future tense). You would be surprise at how incredibly tricky the "I'm going to" tense can be for Germans who are learning English.

- I've been spending and increasing amount of time in the city meeting up with friends. I think we all get a mutual satisfaction and enjoyment out of meeting and being able to practice our respective foreign languages. Lot of my friends just relish the chance to practice their English, so I get the opportunities to speak a lot of the only two languages I know. (Note - I would normally use this opportunity to start a new language, since French, Italian, and Spanish are all there for me to learn from friends, but I'm still working on getting down this whole German Language thing. It's a tough one.)

- Still doing my best to maintain a high level of fitness and show-up my Mom's prediction, but have been slowed recently by an illness. I stayed home in bed on Wednesday with a cold and have been slowly recovering. (Don't worry Mom and Dad, all is well. The Mini-Apotheke I came to Germany with helped out a lot).

That's about all the update I have for you at the moment. About to start what should be a very exciting month of March, as the whole Wacker gang is coming out for a week's visit, during which is a week-long Fulbright Seminar in Berlin - my favorite city.

Also - After getting somewhat hooked on Coach Sark's twitter updates, I thought to myself, "Why the hell not?" So now you can keep even more updated on my daily happenings - check out my twitter page @ http://twitter.com/russellwacker

Tonight I'm going to a Jazz concert in the city with the family I live with! Should be a fun night. Hope everyone is doing well back home. I read that it snowed again. The weather here has been somewhat warmer as of late, in the 5-7 degree Celsius range.

Gotta run!

Russ

Wein Abend

Breaking from my usual of detailing school or family outings, I have a little bit to write about a fun night of partying at a friend’s apartment in Bremen. The evening, Friday, Jan. 6, was dubbed “Wein Abend” (wine night) by the hostess, Amelie.

Amelie is a friend I have made while living around Bremen. She is also a language teaching assistant and teaches French, because she’s from France (duh?). Oddly enough, most of the friends I have made that live in or around Bremen are neither German nor American. I have more French, Spanish, and Italian friends in my host city than those other two nationalities combined (almost all of whom are also language teaching assistants).

Anyways, it was a fun party – with lots of wine (every guest brought at least one bottle), cheese, bread, yadda, yadda, yadda. We were at Amelie’s until, oh, about midnight or one in the morning or so. Then we decided it would be a good idea to go out and hit a couple of clubs before it got too late. So, it was at around that time when our group of at least 10 people, a mix of several different nationalities, hit the streets. Long story short, we weren’t walking back to Amelie’s until 7:30 in the morning!

A good story that came from this night: Upon waking up on a mattress in the middle of Amelie’s living room (I wasn’t about to go home at 7:30 in the morning while still…under the influence…and already developing a hangover), I quickly realized that a very important item of mine is missing – my bag! I bought a bag that I call my “side satchel,” and take it with me everywhere. Eva, my sis, likes to call it my “man purse” when I refer to it. Anyway, this thing is extremely important to me. Not only for practical purposes, but also because in it are my house and school keys, my iPod, and a Christmas present from my family – Obama’s newest book, The Audacity of Hope. The first words that came to my mind are not appropriate for this type of media and audience.

Now, imagine this situation. You wake up fairly (that means very, in this case) disorientated and a little hung over from a long but fun night with friends, only to first realize that you are missing some very important things. To say the very least, I was not feeling too good about my current situation.

Despite my current levels of high stress, I was able to sit down and logically think out what happened. We first thought it was at the first club we went to, because she didn’t remember seeing me with it at the second and final club. Upon further review of the photos on my camera, however, we were able to establish that it was indeed with me at club #2. So the next thing we did was call Helga, who was also at the party and whose apartment we stopped at on our walk home early in the morning. To my great, great relief, it was there! Crisis Averted!

Photos from the night (the last one is "upon further review" picture!):

Bosseln and Gruenkohlessen

Off we go!

Way back on the 29^th of January, of this still very young year, some of my colleagues and I went and did what is a very traditional Northwest Germany tradition – we played a game called bosseln and ate a delicious dinner called Gruenkohlessen (basically a sweet dinner focused around green cabbage).

I’m sure you are sitting there in front of your computer or notebook thinking to yourself, “What the heck is bosseln?” Well since you’re wondering, here’s what this game is all about. It’s actually about as simple as it gets.. Bosseln has a couple of possible ways of playing, so I will just explain what we played, which I think is the most common one. There are two teams, each team having one ball. The ball is made of a hard material (so that it wont break when you roll it down the street) and weighs about the same as a big grapefruit. The teams start at a predetermined spot and begin rolling the balls. For example, player 1 from team A rolls it as far as he/she can. Then player 1 from team B does the same. Then the second players from each team do the same, with the team with the least distance always rolling first. A team earns a point when they have “lapped” the other team. This means that, for example, when player two is up for team 1 and player three is up for team 2, but team 1 is ahead, team 1 gets a point.

After a point is scored, the balls are set back to an even distance, and the next players roll (obviously, the players in the same position must make the first roll here).

That’s pretty much it. There is some strategy involved when there are obstacles are involved, like ditches, small hills, cracks or dips in the road, etc. But other than that, there’s not much too it. But there is a secret reason as to why it’s such a simple game. That is, the game is normally played with a bottle or two of some form of hard alcohol. Every time a point is scored, the team on the wrong end of the point must take a shot. This way, the game gets more interesting and fun as it goes along. Unfortunately, I was not exposed to a proper game of bosseln, as the alcohol was left out. But it was a great time nonetheless!

Now, a short little bit about the dinner. As mentioned before, the dinner is essentially focused around gruenkohl, which is green cabbage. The other main types of food associated with a gruenkohlessen are pinkel (a type of sausage special to the area), potatoes (I am in Germany, after all), and other wurst (sausage) varieties. Oh, and let’s not leave out the beer – that is a necessity at something like this.

Bosseln and Gruenkohlessen – a great cultural experience, a fun time, and good eats.

Here are some pictures! (If you are having trouble seeing, simply click the photo for a much bigger version)

Shots From My Way To Work

Hello all -

Here are some pictures taken from random spots during one of my many bike rides to work/school. They are, for the most part, in chronological order.

While looking them over, you will see a Northern German "hill" that I struggle up on my way home, a nice sunrise over an expansive cornfield, some frozen things, me not trying to drop my camera, the most bumpy, uncomfortable road I've ever biked on, the city I work in, and my school!

So now, when I write that I struggled through another day of biking to and from work, you can imagine me laboring through these photos on my stylish lady's bicycle.

Coming soon: Photos of my stylish lady's bicycle. Also of the house I live in and my room.

Today (well, tonight for me) is the Super Bowl! It starts at 6 PM on the East Coast, which means that it starts at 3 PM on the West Coast, which means that it starts more or less at midnight for me. But naturally that's not going to stop me. I'll be faithfully watching on the internet from my little corner of the world.

Bye!