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An old water tap fountain in the town of Frankenberg, Germany

(by MaddinM26)



Flowers in Oberammergau.






Maren and I.


One of the hosts of ZDF's morning show.


Eagle in Bundestag meeting room.


Lunch guest.

Today was an early day. We were out of the hotel around 7:30 am in order to make a live broadcast of ZDF’s (one of Germany’s national public TV broadcasters) morning magazine.

It was an interesting experience. We were there for the cafe at the end of the program and the hosts moved around the audience — it was an interesting breakdown between that fourth wall.

Also there I ran into Maren Beuscher — a journalist at ZDF. I, along with Professor Mike Conway, hosted Maren and Matthias Veit when they took part in the German half of the RIAS program last fall. I did not know she was going to be there so it was a nice surprise.

After the broadcast we talked with Thomas Walde, deputy head of ZDF’s capital bureau. He worked as a correspondent in Washington, DC, for the broadcaster during the Bush administration and had a lot to say on the perception of the United States in Germany as well as the differences between German and American broadcasters.

Our meeting with him actually lasted an hour longer than it was meant to. 

Afterward it was a tour of the Reichstag and then off to Tucher, near the Brandenbug Gate, for lunch with a journalist from Deutschland Radio. Deutschland Radio took over RIAS’s facility after there was no more need of radio in the American sector of Berlin. 

Tonight we go to Gendarmenmarkt for music and dinner.





Yesterday was long, but really fun.

We took a train (3 actually) to Peenemüde, an old coastal city turned missile testing site.

It actually has a really intense history, which we learned all about in the Technological History Museum. The museum is an old power plant, which was bombed and reconstructed in 1991.

So how did this little fishing town with 300 people become the site for military missile testing?

Basically, around the time after WWI a bunch of scientists were really into space travel and liquid fuel They funded their research by themselves so they weren’t really going anywhere. At the same time, the treaty of Versailles limited Germany a lot in researching weapons technology, but it didn’t say anything about liquid fuel powered missiles because they didn’t exist yet.

So since no one was funding them and they wanted to pursue their dream, some of the scientist signed on with the military, which basically meant anything they needed they got. One such thing was Peenemünde. They needed more space and a place to test their research and Peenemünde was perfect because it was right on the coast and there was a stretch of relatively straight land on which they could set up measurement instruments. Btw, the people who were living there were kicked out and of course, they were pissed.

Fist ballistic missile, and first thing to touch space! When the missile was finally finished, the German government used it as propaganda, calling it the miracle weapon that would help them win WWII. In reality, it cost way too much to fire. The fuel was made from potatoes and at that point they hardly had enough food to feed people, so miracle weapon was kind of a dud.

The cit also has a very sad side. A lot of the labor and why the weapons could be built so fast was due to slave labor and concentration camp workers. It was a really split city; on the one side you had the scientist who were given everything they ever need to live and on the other were the slaves who were treated like dirt. The museum had a cool exhibit where you could listen to the different recounts of the people who were there at the time and how different the world of the scientists were from the slaves and concentration camp workers.

After Peenemünde, we went to the Baltic sea!

It was kind of a chilly day, but we made the most of it and played in the ocean anyway. Lots of beach things were done, including football americana with a deflated soccer ball and football regular. It was a great way to spend the day. Lovely.



Rummel ohne Rummel.



Trudged to the top of the Vِlkerschlachtdenkmal after school with my backpack full of books, camera bag full of cameras/lenses, and my water bottle. I’m completely worn out. I can’t even bear to look at stairs, and I felt like Liza Minnelli in Arrested Development, but it was definitely worth it. Leipzig is too pretty. 

sixbagatelles: ok it says here if the household interviewing person does not find you twice

Affairs to Remember on Flickr.Dig the retro graphics, man.



The Silky Fountain

Atlanta, Georgia

I had a dream last night that I got to Georgia and realized I forgot a bunch of important stuff like my cell phone charger and the perfume that Sarge loves. So of course I wake up and think I need to start packing today so I don’t do it all last minute on Tuesday night and forget things. 

So I go to get my suitcase out and realize it’s still half full from when I went to visit him in April. So now I have to unpack before I can begin packing. Oh, and there’s a mountain of laundry that gives Everest a run for it’s money. I’m going to attempt to scale the mountain, wash, dry, iron, hang, fold, and pack. I suck at packing because I always over pack, especially when I don’t know exactly what I will be doing. I like to have options for what to wear, but that usually results in me packing 3 pieces of luggage for a 3 day weekend. 

Of course one of those suitcases is always just toys, lingerie, hooker heels, condoms, and lube.


Fountain in Batumi.


Headed for Batumi's beach.


Beach! Pack of Americans!


First view of Signagi.


Very Italian feel.


A nice church tower.


Pirosmani, famous Georgian painter.


My GOD, the view.


Adorable puppy in Signagi.

2nd batch of highlight pictures - Batumi & Signagi.



Love this



a breeze blows in savannah.

Dawgs Slated for Three National TV Games :

National Televised Games

Georgia vs. Boise State at 8PM on ESPN (Atlanta, GA)

Georgia vs. South Carolina at 4:30PM on ESPN (Athens, GA)

Georgia vs. Florida at 3:30PM on CBS (Jacksonville, FL)

Other games expected to be televised on ABC, ESPN, or CBS are against Georgia Tech, Auburn, Tennessee, and Mississippi State. 

So I had my cultural trip this weekend. What does this mean? It means that I went to the lovely Georgian city of lurve, Sirhnarhi. Signagi. Sighnaghi. Choose a romanization system you like and go with it.

Anyway.

Movie night the night before, so I had way too much coffee/grease and got an hour of sleep and had digestion issues. Good framework for a trip, right? Right. So I get up, get on the train by 8:30 with my good sitemate Chris, and we trundle along to Tbilisi. In Tbilisi (around 11) we take the metro to Isani (around 11:30) and there it is hot. Screaming hot. Super hot. Sweating bullets hot. We get off at our stop, wander around, finally find the marshutka stop, and we’re all “Signagshi?” (To Signagi?) and they’re all “Signagshi, Signagshi, hmmmm, ver gavege! (insert Gallic shrug)” (To Signagi, to Signagi, hmm, I don’t know! (insert meaningless shrug)) and I’m all “AH DYING OF HEAT” and we are all “MAYBE WE SHOULD WALK IN CIRCLES THAT WILL HELP” …but then it actually did help, because we came back and there was magically a marshutka that went to the city PAST Signagi, so we got to get on that one, and then sit in it. And sit in it. And sit in it. Now keep in mind, this is a van, with as many seats as possible stuck into it, no AC, all the windows shut, as many people as possible packed in there, and it is 95 degrees and sunny outside. Stuffy is an understatement. I felt like I was dying.

40 minutes later, we whip off at a breakneck pace, and 2.5 hours later we are delivered to the most gorgeous city I’ve seen in Georgia.

It is this old medieval town high up on top of a hill with an uninterrupted set of views of everything around it, lots of old restored Georgian buildings, a cute little museum, and a nice lady with a guesthouse I cannot recommend strongly enough. It is called Lia’s Guesthouse, and her work phone number is +99595720510 if you ever want a spot to stay in Signagi. She has 2 rooms, one with a big bed, a shower, a Western toilet, internet, and a view to die for. We walked up a few of the hills/little castles, saw the churches, went into the museum and saw some Pirosmani (a famous Georgian painter) and generally chilled.

Then there was MEXICAN FOOD. This is like…unheard of in Georgia. It was a little pricey, but the guacamole was totally worth it. We came back, watched Twilight Zone episodes and crashed, then in the morning, wandered a bit more, hopped back on the marshutka to Tbilisi, meandered the bazaar very briefly on our way to the marshutka station - going to have to go back there, they were selling strawberries! Anyway, then we found a marshutka (IN THE SHADE) in Tbilisi that would drop us off at home, and sat.

And sat. And sat. We sat for almost 2 hours, it finally takes off, and it makes the 2-2.5 hour trip to our village in 1.5 hours, drops us off…just in time for the rain to start.

Slogged my way uphill, and now I’m showered, safe, warm, fed and comfortable, finally updating my pictures onto everything.



(via Antebellum Trail Pilgrimage at Georgia’s Antebellum Trail - Georgia Events - Photos - Explore Georgia)



Atlanta, Georgia



Affairs to Remember on Flickr.

Dig the retro graphics, man.