I had grand plans to write some wonderful, pithy final post about my time in Germany that you all could read as I was winging my way across the Atlantic.

But between lugging boxes to the post, packing, weighing and repacking my suitcases and cleaning out my apartment, I couldn't find the time or the energy, so the immortal words of Erma Bombeck will have to suffice.



When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home.

taking the plunge

Well, I finally did it. I joined Facebook. Anyone want to be my friend?

I'm home

I'm back in Berlin (have been for a few days), shocked to discover that I leave here very very soon. In about a week and a half I'll be back in the states. So it's likely to be blog lite around here while I wrestle all my things into boxes and suitcases and shudder at the amount of stuff I've accumulated and how much it's going to cost to get it back to the U.S.

Dutch art

Sorry for the blog silence. I'm still traveling. At last count I've been to six art museums, and I've seen, among other things, this:


Jealous?

For your Fourth of July viewing pleasure

A tribute to our greatest president.

Warning: Foul language and lots of irreverence.

Vacation, all I ever wanted...

I'm off to a conference and then a nice trip to the Netherlands and Belgium.

Cross your fingers for me in the hope the impending German Rail strike holds off until Monday.

In the mean time enjoy this great video: