Tausend wirre worte.

Berlin through the eyes of a befringed English.

Balcony love.

I am sat on the balcony. It is raining so hard I can barely see the Viktoriastadtturm (I forgot its proper name again, sorry Matze…) and the noise of the S Bahn is dampened by the sound of rain hitting leaves. On the table next to me I have candles in jars, a half cup of coffee waiting to be finished and the most engrossing book known to me at this moment in time (How to be a Woman by Caitlin Moran. Read it. It is epic.).

I know this sounds like pretentious bullshit (I edited out the worst bit) but still.

Doop doop de doop.

In the last week I have enjoyed the lovely weather in both Germany and England. When I was in Germany I didn’t want to go to England, and once in England I didn’t want to leave for Berlin. However, a fleeting visit to Liverpool and Leeds lead to lots of art, feminism, cider in the grass, vintagey loveliness, trains, more trains, Marks and Spencers sandwiches and friends. All of the best things in life. So I can’t complain. 

Also once I’d made my way back to Berlin I went on long lazy cycle rides with Matzi und Anni, swam in clear sunny lakes and generally just enjoyed the balcony again (I am sat out here again now, it is my favourite place). I want to be in two places at once, or have some wonderful amalgamation of the two countries.

On a side note, I have now begun my 4th intensive course of the year in Parasitology. The 5th and final one begins late July. I feel I am doing quite well doing 5 courses, in German, in subjects I have little to zero background in, especially since I discovered today that home students take 2 intensive courses in a year. 2. I was deeply unimpressed when I found out (I still am). I thought Eramsus was supposed to be EASY???!

OK, I’ll end my whinging now.

+ I have a ring shaped like a giraffe’s head+ I have made the (potentially drunken) descision to move back to Berlin as soon as possible after I am forced to leave+ I bloody love Döners, but only in Germany+ Painting is hard but fun+ Drawing is still more fun than painting+ … I have a ring shaped like a giraffe’s head!!

+ I have a ring shaped like a giraffe’s head
+ I have made the (potentially drunken) descision to move back to Berlin as soon as possible after I am forced to leave
+ I bloody love Döners, but only in Germany
+ Painting is hard but fun
+ Drawing is still more fun than painting
+ … I have a ring shaped like a giraffe’s head!!

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52 Km of bike ride ended up turning in to 60 Km of bike ride… We got a bit lost due to the tinytinytiny route signs - although it did mean we found a lovely canal side coffee place with blankets (it was deceivingly cold despite the sunshine). Lots of canals, lakes and woodland trails to cycle through and with two of the loveliest people to cycle with it was dreamy to say the least. On the way back however we did have to cycle 15 Km, half and half on uneven concrete slabs which someone had apparently been at with a pick axe, and a mixture of sand and loose stones. If there are two mediums an “Official Cyclepath” should not be made out of, it is without a doubt, sand and loose stones. I felt this very unGerman.

Today was spent lunching with Sien and then perving on sketchbooks in big art shops. Bookshop number 5 that I have asked in also does not have any books on Life Drawing. Where on Earth are they all?? Oh well I continue my search…

I didn’t go to the Pergamon museum in the end as I found out it cost 15 € entry for students and I am cheap. Or at least not rich. Instead I went to the Bode Museum and spent a couple of quiet hours drawing sculptures and coming to the realisation that a great deal of Renaissance art is biblical (a year of art history taught me nothing apparently). Thereafter I met Matze for lunch in his Mensa which has the most epic views ever. Waiting and paying to go to the top of the Fernsehr Turm is such a rip off. I’m glad I haven’t done it.
Now it is 23.00, and I am waiting for lasagna to cook in the oven. I need strength because tomorrow I am going on a 52 Km bike ride… !

I didn’t go to the Pergamon museum in the end as I found out it cost 15 € entry for students and I am cheap. Or at least not rich. Instead I went to the Bode Museum and spent a couple of quiet hours drawing sculptures and coming to the realisation that a great deal of Renaissance art is biblical (a year of art history taught me nothing apparently). Thereafter I met Matze for lunch in his Mensa which has the most epic views ever. Waiting and paying to go to the top of the Fernsehr Turm is such a rip off. I’m glad I haven’t done it.

Now it is 23.00, and I am waiting for lasagna to cook in the oven. I need strength because tomorrow I am going on a 52 Km bike ride… !

Toast + Nusetti + Sauerkirsche + Going to the Pergamon later to draw = Happy Emma

This is my Everest, bought for 3 € today at Boxhagener Flohmarkt. 
Second word in and I realised I needed a dictionary… Then I decided it would be more fun to take pictures of fringe with said book and post it on my blog. I am such a philistine. I shall however battle on!

This is my Everest, bought for 3 € today at Boxhagener Flohmarkt. 

Second word in and I realised I needed a dictionary… Then I decided it would be more fun to take pictures of fringe with said book and post it on my blog. I am such a philistine. I shall however battle on!

I entered deepest darkest Lichtenberg for the first time today. I think I managed to stick to the greenest bits of it though and therefore I don’t think I really saw the parts of Lichtenberg that make people look terrified when I tell them I live there. Our “Sub-Kiez” is actually really lovely, full of trees, old and pretty houses and the people who live there are mostly anti-Nazi (yay). The rest of Lichtenberg does have a bit of a bad rep though: Far right political activists living in ugly DDR building blocks. The irony is almost too much.
In other news: I have a couple of weeks to do fun stuff after hectic Uni things. Juuhuuu! 

I entered deepest darkest Lichtenberg for the first time today. I think I managed to stick to the greenest bits of it though and therefore I don’t think I really saw the parts of Lichtenberg that make people look terrified when I tell them I live there. Our “Sub-Kiez” is actually really lovely, full of trees, old and pretty houses and the people who live there are mostly anti-Nazi (yay). The rest of Lichtenberg does have a bit of a bad rep though: Far right political activists living in ugly DDR building blocks. The irony is almost too much.

In other news: I have a couple of weeks to do fun stuff after hectic Uni things. Juuhuuu! 

Another lovely life drawing class. I have drawn many different drawings now, but this is still without a doubt my favourite…

Another lovely life drawing class. I have drawn many different drawings now, but this is still without a doubt my favourite…

(Source: emmasteer)

Waistcoat > Hipster?

I have started wearing waistcoats. Have I crossed that critical threshold, and am now officially treading Hipster ground? Can I ever return from this? I mean… I wore them before they were cool…