We just booked our tickets to Paris and I’m already feeling guilt that I’ll increase my carbon foot print come October. It only got worse after I found this fools-errand email yesterday in my mailbox. Read it here. Knick another notch for America on the fear-monger stump. I’m feeling another need to rant so bear with me.

So now it’s the ‘Speculators’? Are they drawing the new evil axis with Iran, causing an oil price crisis and potentially reducing my freedom to get a pack of on-board, stale peanuts?

Who are these phantom speculators? Now 12 airline CEOs are begging me to ask the government for protection from somebody I don’t even know exists? It’s time to suck up to the cold reality that instability in the middle east, inflation and a dwindling supply are the real causes for blame.

How about getting off my back about speculators and start backing innovative technology. I want you to help support a real free market not limit it. You want me to use your product, then tell me that I will be booking my next flight on an airplane, which is more efficient than an automobile.

I’m also appalled that we’re back on the offshore oil drilling bandwagon. But of course, let’s knock down any gained wisdom for ass-backwards thinking. Shall we review again: Offshore oil drilling will NEVER help with high oil prices or sew the holes in Americans’ pockets. The government already knows that new drilling off our coasts won’t deliver oil for another 7-10 years and still, may only reduce the price by a few pennies.*

I think this email was it for me. If this how they want to invest their (my) time, I’m not impressed. I don’t know why I’m a “Skymiles” member either. I’m always left disappointed, having never ‘cashed’ in my mile points to get that 10,000 mile lollipop I never wanted to begin with.

I’ll be participating in a qualification meeting on Thursday. They may want my previous experience in water resource management. Why do they always build airports on wetlands?

Potential Job = gotta shine. Think positive, be positive, act positive, Heza. Maybe I’ll be coming in for a landing.

Thank god I have time to prepare.. but I’ve got a butt load of Einsenderaufgaben to complete by the 7th.

I think I need a suit. I think I need to finish my homework but words like Inventar and Inventur or Deckungsbeitrag and Stückdeckung are bugging me big time. I think I need a strong drink.

Oh. Spain (1-0). You were the better, faster, more aggressive team. Congrats. I hope Germany has stopped sulking because it could have been a lot worse. Now back to car-honking-less nights in Munich.

With a two-week, constant sore throat it finally dawned on me that perhaps I should slow down. This hasn’t been easy because for (1) we’ve been living for the last month without an automobile and (2) I have finally found the ‘energy’ to do everything. From taking up tango, clubbing at the pretensious Null, Acht, Neun, planning day trips to places like Nürnberg (Nuremberg), bike riding to the Schäflarn Monastery, attending a Gypsy Jazz concert, spending weekday dinners at friends’ houses, and traveling to Nürnberg for an evening lecture on an introduction to Business Informatics and back – it’s all been marvelously satisfying and challenging.

That is only half the energy consumption. It is hard not to be distracted by my passions for cooking (we actually have a better oven = bread making), battling with the German way of knitting (faster but prettier?, not sure.) and reading a krimi-novel in German (I’m over it now that I don’t get the deeper meaning. It will come.) Unfortunately, my allergies this year seem to be getting stronger and my immune system is working over time. At some point something has got to give.

I regret a little that I blog about ‘this and that’ so infrequently. Even today we planned a last minute, 90-km, round-trip bike ride to Lake Starnberg (now botched), which would have cut into another trusted blogging bonanza. I have much to recount, impressions to muddle about. All memories once fresh are now lost in my Gedanken soup. Yet life goes on, blogging or no blogging. I wish I could account it all to you dear Readers yet we both know that is probably improbable with this to-do list of mine. From my perspective I can sum up so: life is happy and coming close to ideal as I hope it to be. I hope it is too in your neck of the woods.

Here is my wenige Wörter (almost wordless) Wednesday post. I get that in Germany a dozen eggs is a pack of 10. Although most of the time organic eggs are sold in packs of 6. Which is good because my new German fridge is made to hold 7 eggs. Why 7 egg holders, eludes me?