I was a German hair model.

Talking to strangers on the streets of Munich results in chemically treated hair.

I have the blond highlights to prove it. 

It was nice. I walked myself over to Vidal Sassoon and talked to people all day auf Deutsch about hair all the while sitting in a comfy chair reading German Vogue* and sipping on various juices and/or sparkling water. Sometimes I even sipped on both AT THE SAME TIME. 

UPDATE: Since having lovely highlights put in my hair, I decided they were a bit too lovely for my personality. So I’m back to the bottle. This time, it’s a lovely shade of dark brown, and I love it more than words can say. 

 

*Europeans really do have a different relationship to nudity than in Americans. Naked people in the Englischer Garten not included.

The postman never rings twice!

If you can’t tell already, I love Lana Turner.

I also like to send postcards. So, who wants one????

Leave a note in the comments or email me directly at ceceiliainmunich@gmail.com.

Best 1,60 euros I ever spent

Oh, Kaesebreze, you are indeed the food of gods.

Banalities

Some tangential reading for the week…

1. Christ, Doris Lessing, just when I thought my desire to be you was as unhealthy as it gets, you go and do something that I covet for my own old age. Damn you.

2. Robert Owens- Local Muenchen composer that every musician should know about.

3. Buy your casket at Costco, avoid posthumous violence to your checkbook. No joke.

4. Arab Alliance for Women in Music.

5. According to Obama “mental distress” does not constitute a real or significant health risk to women. Just offensive.

5. Chickicus Northamericus: Late 20th to early 21st Century. Touring exhibit coming to a city near you.

June 20-25: So busy I didn’t have time to come up with a title

The trip to Salzburg, London and the two days in Muenchen since have been an unparalleled whirlwind of activity.

While in Salzburg I …

Walked through the Old City, shamelessly danced and sang at all the Sound of Music sites, visited Mozart’s birthplace and house, soaked up sun in the Maribell Gardens, marvelled at the Churches of St. Blasius, St. Sebastian, St. Erhard, the Schlosskapelle and St. Peter’s Abbey, climbed the heights of FestungHohensalzberg, bought postcards, ate lunch at Berchtesgaden, and walked around Koenigsee for pristine views of an Alpine lake.

While in London I visited,

Kew Gardens, the Sherlock Holmes Museum, the Globe Theater, the Tate Modern, Leicester Square, Big Ben & Parliament, Westminster Abbey, St. Margaret’s Church, the Jubilee Gardens, the London Eye, Dali Universe, Charing Cross, the Victoria Embankment Gardens, Trafalgar Square, the London Stock Exchange, Regents Park, the Royal Academy of Music, St. Paul’s Cathedral, the Barbican, London Bridge, Cleopatra’s Needle, and three traditional English pubs.

“Chamber Music Insurgents”

This is what happens when classical musicians act ‘hood…

So Percussion! So what?! Think they’re in touch with the street./On your minimalist tip we got that champion beat./ Iannis Xenakis. What? You think you bad playin’ hard shit/ with nested triplets and septuplets?

You down with MTT? Yeah you know me!/ S.F. Symphony, but that’s not all the he be./ American Marvericks , spinnin’ fab shit,/ like Milton Bizabbitt, but HGP’s so past it.

…

“Eighth Blackbird we can play your music backward/ Then chop it up and serve it to you 13 Ways!/ Y’all stuck on Kronos carbon copy new music cliches/ Straight pimpin’ Fred Rzewski for that Grammy mo-NAY.

There’s something hilarious about the misspelling of “mavericks” in the second stanza that makes me want to put sic after it.

The first three days…

Eaten Wienerschnitzel? Check.

Gotten lost amidst roccoco splendor? Check.

Drank a liter of beer, correction… TWO liters of beer at the Hofbrauhaus? Check.

Spoken German till I bleed black, yellow and red out the corners of my mouth? Check.

Experienced my first “real” case of jet-lag? Check.

Cared deeply for the state of European soccer, even if only for a second? Check.

Thought about buying a drindle? Check.

Become profoundly overwhelmed by train schedules? Check.

Been told I speak “sehr gutes Deutsch”? Check.

Been told I speak “sehr gutes Deutsch” with an English accent”? Umm…. check.  

Errands

I have to go to five different stores to get the following:

 

Toilet Paper

Handsoap

Eyeliner

Notebook

Yogurt

 

That is all.