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The art of making people smile – 1

Fernando lines up, like everyone else, for a standard anti-bomb verification on the entrance of the party.
Huge, tough, smile-to-me-and-die-instantly black security guy gives a look. With a slight “come to me” finger movement, chooses his pray. Boy looks like a goddam menace after all.

“So… should I maybe empty my pockets, you know, take all my knives and bombs out?”
“Young man, relax… I’m gonna have to put my hands all over this delicious body of yours anyway, don’t worry.” Sarcasm visible through thin air.
Starts patting legs. Interesting to mention that Fernando was wearing very annoying 1000-pocket trousers, particularly amusing for the situation.
“Man, I could get used to this stuff!”
“Ok I’m done, go before you ask my phone number…”
“Hmm, maybe next time then?”
“Oh next time I’m gonna charge you for that!”
“Thank you, have a nice evening!”
Tough guy laughs. Finally. I was already running out of options.

Now, back to the usual, quiet, nearly dead, self. Myself.
Mission accomplished.


What to do in Munich (before or after Oktoberfest)

There are only a few hours left to Oktoberfest. It’s ok for you to enjoy your last liters of beer, but it’s also maybe time to figure out what to do, when the party is over. Given that you’ll stay a bit more in Munich, of course: otherwise, farewell, fellow tourist.

Munich is considered a big city in Germany (actually the country’s third biggest urban concentration), and as such has a lot to offer in terms of job opportunities, entertainment and life in general, throughout all seasons of the year (believe me).

For starters, well, people may get mad at me for this, but I’ll be honest: there is ALWAYS a festival going on, and a festival, in Munich, means pretty much… to have a beer with your friends, outside.

Now I’m gonna talk about festivals. If you want to jump to the normal stuff, please do.

In the beginning of March, there’s the Starkbierfest (strong beer party). It’s pretty much the same as Oktoberfest, if you go to Paulaner’s main pub, for instance. Only much more dangerous because it’s still winter, and the beer is very strong. So, odds are you’ll get yourself overdrunk trying to get warm.

Later on, somewhere in May, there’s the StuStaCulum. It’s a festival held in the middle of the city’s largest student dormitory. It’s veeery cheap (3 euros for all the 4 days), and there’s a huge schedule of music concerts (rock, reggae, pop, hip-hop, …), art expositions and even theater, if I’m not mistaken. And beer. And food. It’s a bit warmer, and a very nice place to meet new people, people you know already, drink beer while eating an apple, you know, this kind of stuff. I particularly like this thing, better than Oktoberfest.

Tollwood 2008 (also Eurocup final)There wasn’t even enough time to get depressed, and there comes Tollwood, a “hippie” market with lots of handmade jewelry, clothes, even with a Navajo tent selling crazy native stuff (the creepy vendor really looks like a Navajo). Lots of music and theater as well, though a bit expensive. It’s located inside the Olympiapark, a very pleasant park. Of course there is food and drinks as well, but as it’s a hippie event, you’ll only find “natural” or “bio” stuff: bio burger, bio yakisoba, bio whatever. Another good place to get together with friends, talk, get a new job… walk around, alone…

After a short break, comes Oktoberfest, which I don’t want to write about again. Not now.

And as autumn goes by, and winter comes again, a variety of Christmas markets pops out in every square. And Winter Tollwood starts (yes, it’s true), this time at the same place where the Oktoberfest is held, Theresienwiese. Because it gets kind of chilly, people prefer drinking hot chocolate or, mostly, hot wine, to make small get-togethers a bit more cheerful. And to avoid getting too depressed with only 8 hours of sunlight on a day.

Hum this is getting real big. But I’ll go on.

Other than the festivals, as I mentioned before, there is a bunch of things you can do to enjoy life a little bit. I’ll mention my favorites:

Olympiapark - bicicleta1) Go to Olympiapark walk, talk, jogging, ice skating, swimming, play tennis, sit on a bench by the nearly frozen lake and watch the swanns and ducks drifting slowly in the water, fast asleep. The stars and the moon are also worth a look, with the Olympiaturm and the BMW building in the foreground… careful not to get frozen yourself. Early in the evening, near the sunset, it’s nice to climb one of the hills and watch everything change, a dark blue mantle slowly taking over the skies.

2) Go have a drink by yourself. Specially if you are in Schwabing, you’ll be able to find a decent pub within less than 1 kilometer from you. It’s expensive, but it’s somehow pleasant.

3) Go visit a museum/art gallery. There are so many, and they are very easy to find specially if you take the bus 100, a special line that stops by almost every museum and concert hall in town. You can visit one of the three Pinakotheken (old, new or modern), the Deutsches Museum (technical stuff), the Residenz (beatiful concert hall near downtown), Prinzregententheater… oh, it’s usually better to visit these places on Sundays: many of them cost only one euro then.

4) Go to a smaller pub, listen to live music. Unterfahrt Jazz Club is a place I liked a lot. Actually, and unfortunately, the only one I’ve been to. Twice.

5) Look for the Ostbahnhof, Kultfabrik or whatever, if you feel like dancing with lots of people. The big parties are all held over there, except for another place called Backstage, which I would say is a bit more… alternative. Not a good a idea to leave alone, drunk, when it’s raining. You might get very lost.

6) I forgot to write something about the Englischer Garten. But… I just won’t. It’s a big park, but by far NOT my favorite. Sorry, Englischer Garten… you lose. Big time.

That was pretty much it. Only thing I forgot is to mention that walking without a very well defined destination can be fun. Sometimes you find a hidden park, hidden garden, hidden policeman finding you suspicious… always a good adventure. Also a good opportunity to enjoy european architecture, and the curious contrast of sometimes finding tall buildings right next to something more than 500 years old.

A good opportunity to enjoy yourself. Or die trying…


Lousy, loud… a heart breaker, really. The second member

Well in my defense, I can state that my right hand’s nails screw up a little bit when playing bass, ok?

“What do you have long nails in your right hand for, handsome?” Ouch. Wait a sec. The left hand is perfectly normal. And there’s a (hopefully) good reason for that. We’ll see tomorrow, maybe.

This time we had a better approach of something from the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and something called Jefferson Airplane (more or less, I invent a lot), which is really groovy.

By the way, until now I’ve been merciful and you hadn’t heard any vocals. Let’s keep it like this as long as possible; I changed my mind. Let Carla Bruni do her job, I do mine, you do yours, and we are all happy and smiling and the birds sing and the world is beautiful and warm.


Introducing the band – first member

Alright, time to get disappointed. VERY disappointed.

But it’s worth a good laugh. Perhaps it was my intention, ok?

This is the result of watching 1969 Woodstock over and over and over again (though it’s been years since the last time I watched it). The band’s got some other influences, that will come up soon enough. For now, enjoy something that Hendrix played while people were cleaning up the festival, eating watermelons and finding dirty shoes in the mud. It’s a really nice DVD: Woodstock – 3 Days of Peace & Music.

PS: Hey, it’s a Kung Fu belt, ok?? :P :P :P


Interesting and uninteresting: the awful truth

I really wanted to post something musical this time. Perhaps some other time, so the new strings can stretch properly. It’s going to be worth it. Promise.

For the time being, let’s talk about one of the inconveniences of life.

Young lad is admitted in the university. Goes to immatriculation nearly in his pijamas, signs papers, loses a bunch of hair here and there by the hand of those who call themselves seniors, has a fresh paint job both on his face and dispendable clothes, talks tough to some drunk bastard and watches the true miracle of bastard multiplication before finally rolling in the mud. Problem with bastards in general is that you feel like you can handle one, but a circular formation of seven might require a blood transfer in the end. And our young lad hates needles. At least these were very kind bastards and agreed to hold his backpack for a minute.

He walks out of there swiftly, but notices that some morons in his situation decide to stay in the cage. After all, they have free drinks and are eventually invited to do something embarassing or humiliating like jumping and rolling in the mud. But no regrets: otherwise the ambulance with paramedics parked right in front of the garden would be idle for the whole day.

Young muddy has a great sense of direction, and unadmittedly lucky enough, found some place where they seemed to have soft drinks for sale.

– Ah, hi. What can I do for you?

– Oh, hello. Ahhm… I was wondering if you have something to drink, you know, for sale and all.

– I see… well we only have beer. By the way, where did you come from? I haven’t seen you before.

– Aw I just got in engineering, and…

Hadn’t time to finish.

– Oh. Engineering eh? Sorry mate, we’re in psychology here.

“So what?”, thought muddy almost outloud. But the look on the guy’s face wasn’t very encouraging. Muddy decides to get the hell out of there: was feeling tired to talk tough to bastards all over again, and the absence of mud in the surroundings could possibly allow human cr(uelty)eativity to go even further.

Muddy lived through that day, against all odds. Despite the heavy gunfire and artillery. But learned a very valuable lesson: it’s not always a good idea to tell the truth about himself. Specially if the question is “what do you study?”. The term “engineering” has a variety of side-effects that are the most difficult to predict. Actually, too easy to predict.

Perhaps “journalism”, “law”, “biology” and even “chemistry” have benign influence on listeners. This is a social experiment under construction. Who knows, maybe a PhD thesis?



Today while I was sticking my fingers in my eyes I found myself in the need to check the cabinet for more contact-lenses-cleaning-stuff. And there I found, amongst other living beings, a bottle of … shampoo for colored hair?!?
Right afterwards I kicked the door open, tears all over the face, and waved the bottle to this (not so little anymore) guy sitting on MY chair and playing MY guitar: “BROTHER, ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME???”

Moral da história: it’s better for my wife to be someone who doesn’t wear spectacles. My son deserves a better chance to be normal and not make such jokes to his brothers and sisters. Makes people lose face, you know.


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