I was going to find a picture for you, but this kind of Elephantiasis was not what I meant....

My current neurotic attack manifests itself in an extreme fear of elephantiasis. This neurosis struck me as so --- unusual, let's say, that I haven't had the courage to publicaly acknowledge it. It occurred to me today, that Percy B. Shelley had at one time a very similar neurosis. Relieved that I'm in good company, I confess to the world my special brand of hypochondria.

Anyway, I got my visa today. The Korean lady was expecting me already. "Ah, you the American!" It must be rather sensational to have an American apply for a visa for Southkorea in Germany. By the way, it isn't exactly overrun, the Korean Consulate. It's kind of out of the way, in the same building as the travelagency. Then you ring the bell and they let you in and there are one or two ladies that look like they are selling traintickets.
My passport ist looking very interesting at this point. All these stamps in foreing tougnes, speaking of Humanities Specialist (???) and the new one, which is a little pale. But it has actual handwriting in it!! I must be so special by now, they are lacking a stamp....
No wasps today. But no ice-cream either.
Wasp-arm itching. And orange colored in the center of impact. Evil stuff, I'll keep an eye on it. Maybe it'll stop itching if I stare for a while.

I did it. I just couldn't wait. The site design. I was planning to do something for years and now I did....
But I'm not able to work properly, there is a firewall between me and the server, so there might be problems.
Please let me know me if you find any!

Interesting. I went to the Korean Consulate today and got stung by a wasp when I got out. I'm not sure what the connection is. Before I went there I got free ice-cream. I'm not sure about that connection either.
So when I got there to get the Visa passport stamp I was prepared with passport photo and all, but since I already had the certificate I was extremely surprised when the lady said: "50 EURO, please!" I was certain there was a mistake, it seemed inconceivable that I should have to pay. I referred her to the certificate. She took a look and quickly realized her mistake: "Oh, I'm sorry, you are American! I see!" I knew there had been a mistake. "45 EURO, please". Now, isn't it great to be a priviledged American Citizen?
Yes, I ended up going to the ATM next door. And then came the wasp--- but that's another story.

�A lot of school children thought they were cool. They wore leather jackets and were full of sexy girls and were run by a sexy guy. This was the German answer to the Rolling Stones�.

BBC-Autor Ben Lewis (�Baader Meinhof: In Love With Terror�)

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I found old diaries of mine.....
relicts from a time when I was still writing with paper and pen and doodling and glueing pictures. I think something got lost when diaries became blogs. Honesty, maybe? Or did honesty ever exist in a diary culture? Isn't there always the thought somebody one day is going to read it and you don't want to be pathetic and whining and boring and evil....
Don't quite know what to think.
But a lot was gained also when we started to blog, hyperlinks for instance. Readers. Legibility. The ability to edit.

I'm certainly impressed by how much I've changed since then.

I'm going to go to Korea quite soon.

So who is the greatest German of all times? Surprisingly Hitler doesn't seem to be on the list. Neither is Jesus Christ. But this guy is