Heather in front of the Berlin Cathedral: She came for a weekend and bought some shoes: I took a picture of the National Gallery (which is right next to the cathedral):

"When did the future, Ellis once wrote on the back of a postcard, switch from being a promise to a threat?" from Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk.

You go with Benny to Winterfeldt Markt in Schoeneberg. You buy popcorn that comes with a dead grasshopper, pinto beans to make burritos, goat cheese with basil, fresh spaghetti at half price, pesto sauce, pickled peppers that you feel at both ends, cream cheese with egg plant that's better than goat cheese with basil, stuffed grape leaves, a sexy piece o' Gouda and some apples. Then you go for coffee with the ladies:

Well, OK, they were two tables over.

Me: "But sometimes you leave before 10 p.m." Graham: "You never do anything after 8:30 anyway and I'm not into enterprise reporting." Amen.

Scooter was playing with the scanner again. Think homecoming. Think senior picture. Me, 13 years ago.

"I didn't say he understood you or your photographs. I said he loved you and he was proud of you. He supported you all those years, in every way, and he gave you everything he could. He paid for college, he gave you money to go to Mexico. Did he have to understand too?"
-- from Love Invents Us by Amy Bloom.

Amsterdam for Easter -- six and a half hours on a train after a night at WMF. Snyder, Miller and Yahoo! Greg were there too. I didn't take their pictures.
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I highly recommend partying with Dirk Benninghoff, Berliner Morgenpost business reporter. If he's around, Pille is a nice accessory.

Sonja came for a weekend and made me wish she'd never left.
Ever.

Please, God, let this post finally work.