I'm more than a little in love with "Daylight" by Matt & Kim right now. It's basically how I feel about NYC, in music form. (Along with "Empire State of Mind" by Jay-Z, of course, which crossed over to Germany about four months after it got big in NYC, and used to make me really sad every time I heard it until I realized that, oh yeah, I could always move back.)
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Thursday, February 25, 2010
threw our shoes into the ocean
I'm more than a little in love with "Daylight" by Matt & Kim right now. It's basically how I feel about NYC, in music form. (Along with "Empire State of Mind" by Jay-Z, of course, which crossed over to Germany about four months after it got big in NYC, and used to make me really sad every time I heard it until I realized that, oh yeah, I could always move back.)
Sunday, February 21, 2010
IKEA + Frankfurt's nightlife redemption
Katherine came to visit me in Frankfurt for the third (maybe fourth??) time this weekend. Because she is a dear, dear friend and also because she feels much the same way about houseware as I do, she accompanied me to IKEA yesterday. My new apartment was in need of outfitting. It has now been pretty thoroughly outfitted.
The people behind IKEA know what they're doing. Just when we'd gotten through the showroom and were bracing ourselves for the circle of hell that is the marketplace/warehouse, the gleaming lights of the IKEA cafeteria beckoned, along with the delicate wafting smell of Swedish meatballs. As further proof of IKEA's genius, just as we got to the front of the meatball line, there was a refrigerated glass case holding beer. It was determined that we needed that beer. And a plate of the meatballs, size large, to share.
Those meatballs didn't stand a chance.
This weekend we also:
+ went dancing twice (Living XXL is a winner, and has single-handedly restored my faith in the potential of Frankfurt's clubbing scene)
+ made the veggie burgers and homemade mayo I wrote about before (burgers: decent, could use some tweaking; homemade mayo: disaster, should try again with a different kind of oil than olive oil, and maybe more eggs; unidentified vegetable pickles: nasty, chucked immediately -- overall an interesting and mostly but not totally failed experiment)
+ cooked these pancakes (weirdly, they were way tastier as a mid-afternoon snack, eaten cold)
+ hung out with our friend Alex, who Katherine and I studied with in Freiburg
+ listened to way too much Uffie and Ke$ha
+ witnessed the return of Frankfurt's dozens of late-night bunnies
Solid showing all around, I think.
The people behind IKEA know what they're doing. Just when we'd gotten through the showroom and were bracing ourselves for the circle of hell that is the marketplace/warehouse, the gleaming lights of the IKEA cafeteria beckoned, along with the delicate wafting smell of Swedish meatballs. As further proof of IKEA's genius, just as we got to the front of the meatball line, there was a refrigerated glass case holding beer. It was determined that we needed that beer. And a plate of the meatballs, size large, to share.
Those meatballs didn't stand a chance.
This weekend we also:
+ went dancing twice (Living XXL is a winner, and has single-handedly restored my faith in the potential of Frankfurt's clubbing scene)
+ made the veggie burgers and homemade mayo I wrote about before (burgers: decent, could use some tweaking; homemade mayo: disaster, should try again with a different kind of oil than olive oil, and maybe more eggs; unidentified vegetable pickles: nasty, chucked immediately -- overall an interesting and mostly but not totally failed experiment)
+ cooked these pancakes (weirdly, they were way tastier as a mid-afternoon snack, eaten cold)
+ hung out with our friend Alex, who Katherine and I studied with in Freiburg
+ listened to way too much Uffie and Ke$ha
+ witnessed the return of Frankfurt's dozens of late-night bunnies
Solid showing all around, I think.
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