I'm past that now, I sip this crown
I don't mix no sprite.
A change is needed. Now. It can't go on like this here.
A little dejected, you face the morning tasks and decide to go to the studio - hoping for inspiration, for the necessary kick towards the end of the project. A hairdressing appointment has also come up spontaneously. In Schöneweide. In the ass. It must have been ten years (eight!) since I last sat in a hairdresser's chair. No coffee is offered, but they get straight down to business. My new friend Berlins as you would expect from someone from Köpenick and has a lot to complain about. Wonderful.
The cliché is that the person who gets their hair cut talks about God and life - and not the other way around. Or has that changed in the last eight years?
But he's done a good job, Mr. Super Unlucky Hairdresser.
After a change on the outside, the unrest on the inside subsides. You're rearmed and excited about what's to come. You start to resolve conflicts - with great success - and devote yourself to a home-cooked feast in the evening. Yes, I can give myself a pat on the back for that, it's working really well at the moment.
Saturday is dedicated to change, to building the future. My couch and I are still strangers. It's just too new and hasn't quite found its character yet, but I'm giving it time to settle in. However, a study has now been created that is fantastic to spend time in - so open and so free and new. That had to be celebrated. And it was celebrated. The full moon replaces the sun on Tempelhofer Feld, and the beer tastes too good not to have another and another. So you walk through Friedrichshain, without a plan and with a lot of enthusiasm for the momentum, meet familiar people, get to know new people, find yourself with your neighbors on your balcony with the very last glass - and wake up with a nasty hangover.
It was worth it. I win the fight for survival - which turns out to be longer than last week's - by kicking ass from the outside: at least going out for a bit. 300 km across Tempelhofer Feld later, I feel human, hungry - and dead tired.
Things that accompanied me over the weekend
Music
Our record player is playing again and I love it.
Movie
Your Friends and Neighbors was started on Friday and only cursed because you have to wait a week for new episodes. Uuurggh, why do they do that, dear internet? Why do we pay all those millions for various platforms? So far: a good 8 out of 10 stars.
The Fifth Wave looked like the perfect hangover movie. Movies where the world ends - at best with a cheesy love story - but MAINLY disasters - are my favorite. The Fifth Wave pretends to be such a disaster movie, but far from it. Terrible. Even with a hangover and lots of eyes closed!
But not as bad as The Cloverfield Paradox. That was really nothing. They should have realized when writing the script that it wasn't going to turn out well - and left it alone. Terrible. Horrible. An imposition for anyone who just wanted to watch a space catastrophe. Both: minus 154 out of 10 stars.
Very different from Gaslit, with an excellent Julia Roberts as Martha Mitchell.
And super shallow so far: This Is Us on Amazon. Finally no murder - what a change.
April 14
A fantastically sunny day begins with: Snooze. And snooze again. And roll over and snooze again. In other words: no yoga AND OMG OMG OMG NO COFFEE? I ended up with a 5-euro coffee from the fantastic coffee shop on the corner, but it couldn't prepare me for the catastrophic BVG conditions.
What's going on, Berlin? I was allowed to spend a delightful 1 ½ hours waiting for a Regio - with many, if not too many people in the Regio, too many people on the Hauptbahnhof platform, in the S-Bahn, which simply stops somewhere between Tiergarten and Zoo (to what - enjoy the view?!) Thanks Jan, thanks Oli, but for such possible BVG experiments you would have to make the episode longer!
Apart from the return journey, the rest of the day went relatively smoothly.
Musik
Hearing Krömer talking to Bela B and Xatar. Very funny anecdote about the gold robbery, I think.
Movie
And the new season of Black Mirror begins. I love Rashida Jones and find the first episode brilliant to sad. It's a messed-up advertising world we live in.
Other Inspirations
There are often situations in life that would find a good place in sitcoms - don't you think?
Yesterday we had the following:
A friend arrived in my hallowed halls for a soda and to dye my hair - unaware that we were about to be joined by two (very) young craftsmen.I was also a bit surprised, but assumed that they had been instructed, so I was more concerned about my external transformation than my washing machine.
Sadly, it has now decided to go down the spare parts route - in other words, it no longer wants to be repaired. Nor does it want to be repaired. What a pity.
So in one corner of the kitchen sat a lady draped in foil, while between the kitchen and bathroom two (very) young craftsmen tried to put all the things back in order that needed to be put in order, using craftsman vocabulary with which I was not familiar.
Lovely.
You'll have to come back. End of story.
April 15
Even with the app, it's all so incredibly unreliable that you think the BVG could just hand out cab vouchers so you can get anywhere at all. Instead, Judith accompanies me through the urban jungle - not really with super positive energy either. Anyway, I've found a new indie music playlist and enjoy the better-dressed company on the S-Bahn. No more winter jackets at last.
Passive-aggressiveness is more commonplace in the office than everyday office life.The idea of open communication is held aloft like Sir Lancelot's sword - but the actual implementation is then hidden like the sword in the scabbard. “You don't want to be chatted up so stupidly from the side” - okay, you mouse, then I'll try again from behind.What a shame, really. I think I'm a relatively communicative person who learns to see things.
The lunch break is spent playing table tennis, the working day draws to a close and you walk towards the Kant movie theater, because a new episode Muss man gesehen haben?!
But before you sit in the auditorium with a non-alcoholic beer ...
Book
... you find a seat on a bench in front of the Evangelical Trinitatis Church, where the choir starts singing behind you, accompanied by the organ. The whole floor vibrates, it's very windy - and so the scenery is incredibly dramatic. Also because Judith talks about her meningitis. You can find your soundtrack everywhere.
Movie
I liked the Hotel Rivera episode of Black Mirror the best so far.An actress is supposed to take over a role in an old movie - only she is a real actress, everything else is taken from the original as a kind of video constellation ...... until coffee is spilled over the technical equipment.Yay, black and white remakes!!!! 8.9 out of 10 stars.
And then ...
Yes, then we come to Eden...
A movie that I didn't choose as an “Emilia goes to the movies alone” date.
Dark - that's how you could describe the movie in one word, but it still manages to be Hollywood. Jude Law.(I would love to quote someone close to me - but then that would have to be explained, so I'll just go for the quote:)
Jude Law is the British George Clooney.
Things I don't understand: if it's about Germans, based on a true story - why not just cast GERMAN ACTORS? Is it enough to have Daniel Brühl?
In any case, the story is about Dr. Ritter, who has emigrated to a Galapagos island with his wife, followed by the Walters family, who flee from Germany to build a new life there, followed by a South American con artist who wants to realize her dream of a hotel there: People meet and expose themselves to their most terrible sides.They play each other, steal, fight and delve into their egos and defenses.
So yes - a thriller at its best. Psychologically brutal, it's also physical, but thankfully not too much - definitely a cinematic experience, especially alone. I'll sort out my thoughts and share them with Basti on Saturday.
Other Inspirations
People - the Charlottenburg S-Bahn station is creepy, according to my perception shortly after this movie, and the whole corner of Wilmersdorfer Straße is kind of funny - a bit of the old German town that you can find everywhere: Fressnapf, ATU (Auto-Teile-Unger), Janny's Eis, Blume 2000, Strauss-Innovation, Und die Backshops machen Teiglinge, Brot-Simulation.
Book
Judith says goodbye with a big life decision and with inspirations, motivations - and a feeling of gratitude.I'm still not her biggest fan.I like the heroine, I'm listening to her solo stuff at the moment - but it's German indie pop, not one hundred percent mine.But that's okay.The woman has written an incredibly open, honest book - about herself and her thoughts and her career - and I respect and totally respect that.Thanks for the gift.I hope I take the right things with me.
Next: The Perfect Storm.
April 16 - Happy Birthday Charlie Chaplin
What an indescribably beautiful day.the temperatures are already climbing towards 20 degrees in the morning, it smells of flowers and gasoline, the BVG means well with me for a change.
Music
The wonderful, new, great OK Go album And the Adajcent Possible is out, a bit melancholy in my opinion - but: big fan, I love the guys. Also a band you can choose to listen to for a week and hear nothing else.
During the day, we went to Salon Holofernes and talked to Andreas Dresen about film and theater and inspiration, and also listened to Mr. Ritter's life's work on Galapagos - you want to be prepared for his new podcast episode.
Movie
We watched the new Black Mirror season - except for the last episode, which is a continuation of an episode that I didn't like before.
I have a feeling that based on everything that's happened, the writers/producers meant us very well. Reality is shocking enough - we don't need any more fictional fears of the future. Charlie Brooker means well for us right now. My favorite episode is Hotel Reverie - and I can't wait to bring Eulogy into real life. How cool would it be to hop back into his photos every now and then?
Book
Reminds me of Charlie Bone, a children's book series about someone who could hear pictures talk and walk into worlds - loved it!
Other Inspirations
At lunchtime we played table tennis and won (as expected) and in the evening we had a long yoga session on Tempelhofer Feld with a pink-pink sunset.as a reward we had Aetopias - a huge treat for the whole family. It was great fun.
April 17
Magnolias show us year after year how fleeting this absurdly absolute beauty is. How entertaining.how much joy you have when they are there -... and how you don't miss them over the year.other flowers stand in their place - differently beautiful, longer living.nature is something impressive.
Music
I listen through genres without really finding what I'm looking for: a podcast here, Faber there, classics thereafter - interrupted by German rap - not quite the real thing, and then Lou comes along. And everything makes sense again. Thank you Lou.
Philip Grütering enters Salon Holofernes and I can just listen to him forever. He's clever, he's funny, he has that North German charm and he's also part of the Deichkinder.
I've loved Funny von Dannen since I was 7 years old, but my guardians didn't like it that much, especially when it came to songs like Nuttenauto, which they sang happily on the swings in the playground. Funny also had a chat with Mrs Holofernes. It's fun to hear Funny speak so freely.
Deickinder accompany me home and I'd like to stop off somewhere for a 1000 years of beer in this weather...
Other Inspirations
... but duty calls, Basti and I are recording a new podcast episode.
I really have the feeling we're getting a little bit better all the time. The episode will be out on Saturday.
Movie
I'm watching the first two episodes of LoL simply because of Til Reiner. I love Til, but I don't understand the constellation of ‘comedians’. At least Sigfried and Joy are in the film.
So this weekend Jesus' crucifixion will be celebrated with colourful Easter eggs. We are a funny bunch of people.
So, happy searching, colouring, and getting drunk.
I'm going to spend some time with my family.
See you next week
Bussi Baba