Day-3 of Guiding
“Zis is vat zee Brazilians drink when zey vant to be a little beet vaysted .”
The harsh German accent is everywhere in my head these days. It’s been 30 hours of 1-1 time and the “w’s” have taken major casualties.
You can practically hear the semi colons floating around the apartment, sharpening the edges of everything.
The German, aka Laura Croft, has been so fun to have around. She’s harsh and serious, a kickboxer in her 20s, and now in her 30s she’s a straight up corporate elite with 10 years in at Siemens Corporation at the VP level. For example, they flew her here for her own vacation.
She’s as insider as you can get and it’s been a great look into the real world of the corporate state. I’ll go nose-to-nose with anyone about my views. I have German spies embedded.
Day-3 was a blast. I finished up at work and came home to find The Croft passed out on her makeshift bed in Hollow Way. I didn’t see her note saying she was taking a nap and had begun at 4:40. I got home at 5 and woke her up.
“Come on, let’s go walk around the neighborhood, you haven’t seen north yet!”
“Vat? I have just shtarted zee sleeping. But I vill run first. I zink I vill be back in 1 hour so zen we can go.”
German assertions do not get questioned. Boom, she was out the door for a run (slightly and concerningly impulsively) and I didn’t even tell her where to go. She came back 57 minutes later, panting and sweating, looking aggressive.
“It vas very goot. Goot running place here, yah?”
Ya.
The maiden exposure of my kitchen to the food of old Deutschland. It was really simple to make. I found it surprising and humorous that kraut truly is such a prominent aspect of the German diet. I thought she was joking at first.
I mean… kraut. Like the derogatory name used by my beloved Devil Dogs to describe the Germans in WWII. Krauts!
It’s shredded cabbage. Only.
As weird and plain as it sounds, I suppose cabbage isn’t uncommon in the world. It’s big in South Korea, for example. But at least there it’s dossied up a bit with all those chilis and spices. But the Plain Jane German kraut… was…
…surprisingly, with the Weiss beer and sausages, perfect.
I now feel like designing a strong automobile.
So I’m eating pretty well, which doesn’t always happen when hosting foreign visitors. I’d say the first 1/3 of this friendly little job is going well. I could do this monthly at least, especially now that my place is little more amenable to visitors.
Incidentally,
my entire living room has changed.
I have mixed feelings about it all– the whole domestication thing took me by surprise. I never wanted a TV space and couch. Yet, here’s how my New York experience has turned. The road it has gone down. The sure pathway to de-testicalization. I have taken the first couple steps. Welcome.
OK, it’s not that bad, right? A litte conventional, but there’s still plenty of me in there. It’s not girly at least. I mean, look at those fuckin’ speakers, right?
Work.
Modeling complex phenomenon. Computationally. It’s tough.
Things are moving forward and the agent-based system is getting interesting to work with, and requires long days of high concentration and hope. I’ll update about all of that soon– I’m half a step behind about 10 things right now.
And I still need to edit the movie of FF town. Don’t give up. I been busy.
Enjoy Wednesday and I’ll check in again soon.
