My new pad

My spacious bathroom.

The four-star kitchen. No stove. Dirty fridge.
Super-duper 220V microwave/grill/oven coming soon.

The ultimate living/bedroom.
Oh where o' where should my big screen go?

Dear minnesotans,

I was telling the students here in Germany about how you just received two feet of snow. They were wondering what you do with it all. Sometimes, it gets as much as 1-2 inches of snow here.

Personally, I used to love those days when it snows so much that all the schools close down. It is something special in there air. Unless you drive for a living, then I'm sure it is eight hours of stress and swearing. But that is what my brother Bruce does anyway when he drives all day--I'm sure the swearing just gets a little louder on days like today. He tries to keep stress free by oogling women. I know, I rode to Chicago once with him and learned all about the great viewing angles of semis and when and where the chicken coops are. And how every trucker secretly just wants to roll over a car--just once. Bruce also likes to take on bridges--you should ask him about that.

So I moved into my new apartment last night. I had all sorts of great ideas for it--then I realized those ideas cost money--and here they withhold your check for six weeks--while the apt people wanted 3 months rent up front. So things are wee tight and decking out the bachelor pad isnt high on the list. not if I want to eat anyway. i had forgotten how much crap a apt needs. plates, silverware, pots, glasses, toilette paper (stolen from lab), bed, blankets, rugs, cleaning crap, pictures.......the list goes on and on and is something I never gave a thought about it until having to start from absolutely nothing. Today I ordered about six things from ebay to try and save money. There is something just so much fun about things arriving in the mail for me (hint, hint).

I read my nieces letter today--it was cute--she gave me candy for Valentines day--I just have come to america to get it.

So I have taken up cursive handwriting once again. all letters written to me will now be replied in cursive. You can think of it as a suduko puzzle when you are trying to read my handwriting. i heard they are gradually excluding cursive handwriting in MN schools to teach more typing skills, so I take it upon myself to keep up the dying art.

If you dont have my address, give me an email and I will send it to you.

I leave you with this parting thought I found on my bag of german tortilla ships:

"Die mexikanisch pommes frites!"

which translates to "The mexican french fries!"

Hmmm, mexican french fries--who knew?