Awesome is the new stupid

What is so amazing about a guy having moustache-shaped patches
of hair on his face or head somewhere other than his upper lip? I find this not that funny, not cool, and actually kind of stupid. Where does it say that the point of Moustache May is to look like an idiot? Am I alone in thinking that most guys on the site look better with a moustache than without? Am I the only one who is doing this to prove that the moustache is a legitimate facial hair style that looks good if done properly? Is there no one else who believes that a moustache can only be the hair between one's mouth and nose, i.e., on the upper lip? If I trim my moustache so it's the same shape as my eyebrow, does that make it an eyebrow? No. No it doesn't.

I declare here and now that I resent the very existence of team "awesome" and object to this or this being called a moustache. That second one isn't even facial hair.

It really ought to be called Team Stupid.

Oh, that's right. I have a blog.

I clearly don't care about keeping up with this. May is nearly over, so it seems silly to post about Moustache May. My finals are looming. In a week, I will have graduated. My nose is running like a faucet. I have mixed feelings about everything. Except the runny nose. For that I harbor feelings of nothing but pure hatred. Excuse me. I must go try to clean out my nose without getting snot in my moustache.

Whiskerino

Whiskerino has begun. It's like Moustache May, but better. Four months of intensive beard growth, daily self-portraits and sarcastic/satirical/whatever commentary on others' pictures of themselves, and bearded camaraderie. The worst part--the clean shave and accompanying pain in the chin at the beginning--is over. Now I just have to worry about keeping up my creativity.

not quite working

I'm still not accustomed to being back. The thought occurred to me today that it took more than a semester to feel at home in Berlin, so it ought logically to take a similar amount of time to get accustomed to the USA again. That was kind of reassuring at first, because it takes the pressure off. It means I don't have to feel comfortable and well-adjusted right away. It will take a while no matter what, so I shouldn't feel obligated to feel at home already. But then I thought, this is going to be an uncomfortable semester then.

bored

I'm back in the US, and I don't know what to do with myself. I've started reading a couple of books at once, I watch movies and spend hours on the internet, but I'm restless. I think I should be moving more physically, but have no motivation and feel sleepy for no good reason. I should do something creative. I should make that bag I bought fabric for. I should go outside and explore the forest. I should write creatively, draw, sing, dance, work out. I should. But I don't. Why? Why do I refuse to do things I know will help me to feel better? The more I think about what might be wrong with me, the less I seem to know. I miss Europe and my girl. I don't feel like I can talk about it to anyone in my family because they haven't really been abroad for anything like how long I was in Berlin. I keep forgetting how miserable I was in Berlin for a while there in the winter. But even remembering that now doesn't help much.


I'm reading The Annotated Hobbit, and it makes me want to go out and travel, walk through the woods and make campfires. I haven't wanted to camp since I tried it once close to ten years ago now, when I was still in the Boy Scouts. But now, if I could have long-bearded and friendly companions, a not-too-pressing objective and plenty of food supplies that I didn't have to carry myself, I would be glad to go. Maybe. Since I am so unwilling to get up and go out of the house, even to clear my head of this fog which has fallen in the space between my ears, how willing would I really be to leave?

The thought occurs to me that maybe what I need is to empty my mind of everything. Meditation or whatever. Might work just to sit outside and watch the trees. Look for pileated woodpeckers. Listen to the wind through the trees. That kind of thing. Maybe I'll do that now.

Stuff and nonsense

I just got the urge to write in this a bit. I haven't much to say.

I got a haircut a few days ago, my first in almost ten months. It didn't turn out quite how I expected. It's longer than I thought I wanted and less layered. I like it anyway, though. I hope it lasts a while. That is, I hope it's at least two or three months before I decide it's too long again. I've gotten nothing but compliments, but that might just be because I don't associate with mean people.

I'm up to my neck in work, as it seems to me at any rate, and I'm constantly going out with friends and living it up in Berlin, the best city in the world. Well, I can't really say that, as I haven't been to every city in the world, but it sure seems like the things that make Berlin so awesome are unique to this city.

I think eventually I'll try to figure out how to post pictures on this thing. No time like the present, I guess...

And it worked!

This is a self-portrait taken while I was in Valida's apartment and sunglasses. By the way, I learned about Zeugma in Linguistics class yesterday and have been trying to use it in my everyday conversation for comic effect, but with little effect. Of course I only succeed while writing my blog, which no one reads because I haven't told anybody about it.

Such is life, I suppose. I'm sick of this now, so I'm going to go buy a train ticket to Frankfurt. Bye.

Im wunderschönen Monat Mai

It's May, and I have a moustache. Yes, folks, I am participating in Moustache May, and what a wonderful thing it is. Just go on along to Moustache May and have a look around. It's great fun.

Es ist schon Mai. Ich trage einen Schnurrbart. Ich mache Selbst-Porträts und veröffentliche sie am Internet. Macht aber so viel Spaß, ich will nicht daran denken, dass es irgendwann mal aufhören muss.

Oh, and sorry it's taken so long to update this thing. I seem to have other things to do.