In college, Brent Cook and I went to a Bodeans concert at the Boulder Theater. He was there to interview the opening band, whose name I've forgotten. After the show, the Bodeans were out hitting on chicks and Brent and I were eating their catering in their dressing room. Brent looked over at me: "Take everything!" We did. I gave a camel's hair overcoat to Linda, the editor of the Collegian, and someone else got a pair of leather gloves. I'd like to apologize to the Bodeans. I don't know why things like this pop into my head.

Coupla weeks ago we grilled some sausages at Treptower Park:

Ha! I made myself.

You look at the pictures of Sabine on this page and you think, that's well and good Andrew, but does she like techno? After the Love Parade, I can say, this girl likes techno. And that makes me happy.

Around the corner, they made a park out of what used to be the No Man's Land for the Mauer. Sabine's professor designed the place. People just chill, play basketball, grill, and spray paint the token wall. The professor included swings.

Here, have a drink coupon for the Ministry of Sound Germany launch party Friday (it was a free bar anyway):

An e-mail from Steve: Errant english football star Paul Gascoigne on what it means to cross the pond to the land of the free and the home of, er, walleye salmon and andre agassi: "I was probably drinking more than I should have but I promise my lifestyle will be completely different from now on. In future, there will be more fishing and tennis because I have confidence in my life again. Going to America has sorted me out."

Groovy. Jeff Levine doing comics again:

If you're in Berlin Sunday, bring some extra mustard to the office picnic:

"Television gave lessons in dignity, especially TF1. As a teenager, Michel believed that suffering conferred dignity on a person. Now he had to admit that he had been wrong. What conferred dignity on people was television." Michel Houellebecq's Atomised

Two weeks ago:
Three weeks ago:

How about a moderately OK picture of Sabine?

Why is it that American reviewers are always astounded an author would set his book anywhere but the States? And why is it they always ask when that author will finally write a book SOMEWHERE ELSE?

Dames en Heeren: The Taska Manzaroli Project: Clifford, Achim, me. Taska (Manzaroli), Achim, sweat Marc + Janet showed up for the post-practice beers (it was Marc's 29th).

You know you're getting old when your doctor is about the same age as you. Mine has the unlikely name of Minks and is actually twins. One has a surfer do, the other a bankers do. They share the exam room. I wonder if they live together. They also kissed a girl who came in late the same way. Though she did have an insulin pump under the sundress.

I forgot to mention I'm in love with Google's new image search.

The world's most beautiful commercial from the most unlikely source: