Saturday, November 20, 2004
essen haus was awesome. german food makes no excuses unlike prancy bourgeois jappy shit, with its emphasis on aesthetics and the fluff. a fugu will be dressed up as a crysanthenmum, nevermind the damned thing can kill you in 3 seconds if the chef goofed up and prepared a lick of its liver. in german food, a knuckle is a knuckle, a potato is a potato, Dunkel Weiss Bier is a Dunkel Weiss Bier, and good it is at that. liver is black, as with anything painstakingly prepared. it might look ugly, but what a treasure! Such is that of life contraditions, that those most heartachingly beautiful people are unattractive in real life, and such is that of german food, all the ugly in your face meat, but absolutely heavenly when eating
The polka at essen suited the mood completely, and i managed to recognize the strains of "Mac the Knife" , " the Way you Look tonight" amid all the festivities and the beer. its all straight forward and clean. just like a good dinner in a cold cold night should be. here is my damage so far, and if i die, i will donate my liver, chock full of HBV particles to science!
1) Franziskaner Dunkel Weiss
2) Spaten Optimator (really good stout. as malty as horlicks)
3) some-german-wine i couldn't catch the name, the polka band was doing too loud a number
4) some red beer with a really interesting taste
And how i wish, that life could be so straightforward as German food. and german beer itself!
How, the adventurers, the explorers, the people who ventured in the unknown could be recognized for our efforts. Not the careerists?! True blue scientists are explorers, not merely careerists. The careerists can go rot in the administration arm. We are the ones who make the organization! We do not deserve shit like that?!
O when o when will i be ever freed of my chains? To do whatever I want? To study whatever I want? For as long sycophants occupy the chains of power, a sincere explore is deprived of a chance to contribute. You can write everything I write above as a rambling of a drunken bugger, what the truth is the truth, and one cannot cover up the truth. someone. just buy me out. just buy us all of us out. let the syncopants and the stupid bureaucrats implode!
The polka at essen suited the mood completely, and i managed to recognize the strains of "Mac the Knife" , " the Way you Look tonight" amid all the festivities and the beer. its all straight forward and clean. just like a good dinner in a cold cold night should be. here is my damage so far, and if i die, i will donate my liver, chock full of HBV particles to science!
1) Franziskaner Dunkel Weiss
2) Spaten Optimator (really good stout. as malty as horlicks)
3) some-german-wine i couldn't catch the name, the polka band was doing too loud a number
4) some red beer with a really interesting taste
And how i wish, that life could be so straightforward as German food. and german beer itself!
How, the adventurers, the explorers, the people who ventured in the unknown could be recognized for our efforts. Not the careerists?! True blue scientists are explorers, not merely careerists. The careerists can go rot in the administration arm. We are the ones who make the organization! We do not deserve shit like that?!
O when o when will i be ever freed of my chains? To do whatever I want? To study whatever I want? For as long sycophants occupy the chains of power, a sincere explore is deprived of a chance to contribute. You can write everything I write above as a rambling of a drunken bugger, what the truth is the truth, and one cannot cover up the truth. someone. just buy me out. just buy us all of us out. let the syncopants and the stupid bureaucrats implode!
