Let me tell you about my dream doctor.

Not sure if it’s a man or woman, so I’ll go with the grammatically correct third person masculine for the subject unknown. And no, I’m not on drugs.

About one month ago I had been suffering from terrible headaches on the right side of my head, along the inferior and superior temporal lines. Ha, maybe my right brain is starving here in Germany, surrounded by my business/financial studies and work on computers in online marketing.

I tried Aspirin, caffiene, sleep – nothing helped.

Then one night I had the strangest dream. Some witch doctor put little glass bowls, placed upside down, along the curved line where my headache was. He blew smoke into the bowls from a long pipe. The smoke swirled around inside the little glass bowls on the side of my head, steamy and mysterious.

One by one, my skull cracked under each bowl. I literally felt the popping, like how one cracks (or “snaps” I think the Brits say) one’s knuckles. I awoke the next morning without any trace of a headache.

The Dream Doctor Revisits

I hadn’t really thought about that strange healing dream seriously until I was suffering from neck pain (tension from too much computer work). I humbly “summoned” the dream doctor again. This time it felt like metal clothes hangers were pushed into my neck, exactly where Dr. Frankenstein’s monster had his bolts. It was extremely painful and I couldn’t move my head.

Then some minutes later (I really have no idea how much time had passed, I was un- or semi-conscious!) it stopped. I awoke without neck pain.

Lesson of the 30-Day Challenge: I’m a drunk.

Well, I bombed that “being happier” challenge. GOOD points:43. BAD points: 37. Subtracting the latter from the former, I’m left with a mere six points. That means I donate €30 to charity.

If you want the full details of my scorekeeping method, check out the post. Basically, I gave myself a point for doing healthy things that made me happy and subtracted a point for unhealthy things that are fun (such as drinking alcohol). Upon closer examination, I found that over half my bad points (roughly 20-some) were from drinking on my brithday week. (Yes, I celebrate my life for a whole week. Because I’m freaking awesome.)

I heard about this new charity organization called Donors Choose. It’s only available in the states right now, but is an awesome idea. Schools register themselves and state which materials / projects they’d like funding for. One can browse based upon state, city or project. The 15% that goes toward funding the organization itself is optional! More

Proletaryat – the Communist-themed bar in Poznan, Poland

The other post I wrote about the trip to Poland got too long… so here’s the last part I want to share: the commie bar in downtown Poznan.

Firstly, I found it really interesting that only young people were there. I assume that the older people still vividly remember how the communist regime was and have no desire to go back. Or, perhaps my American, capitalistic bias is way off and older people just prefer other bars for some other reason.

proletaryat communist bar - poznan, poland

commie bar

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So, 4 Physicists and an American are on a train headed to Poland. (No, this is not a joke.)

Where did I leave off? Oh yes, after my crazy birthday weekend I awoke on Sunday morning with enough time to pop some aspirin, wash the majority of the dishes from the party the night before and throw together a suitcase for the next few days I’d spend in Poland. (Note: do NOT pack when hungover or when in a hurry. Not a good idea.) My friend Ania is Polish and arranged a trip to Poznan (actually pronounced pohz-NAHN-ee because of the little accent atop the second “n”) for some friends from work who have never been to Poland – myself included. Hence the 4 physicists and myself. We got the train tickets for €60 and the hotel for €10/night each (how cheap, even compared to Berlin!). She translated for us and her cousin gave us some tips on where to go and what to see. It was absolutely amazing and I wish I was there longer!

(from left to right) Mariana, Fabio, Andrea and Ania

(from left to right) Mariana, Fabio, Andrea and Ania

In short, this was my impression of Poland (or at least Poznan):

  • Advertisements are everywhere
  • Catholics and churches are everywhere
  • The people are very warm-hearted and friendly, though not in-your-face friendly like most Americans
  • It’s a poorer country than Germany (their economy isn’t very stabile and they don’t have the Euro currency yet, though they are a member of the EU)
  • Traditional food is kind of plain and not well-suited for lactose-intolerant vegetarians. (Though VERY delicious! And the food is kind of fatty since it’s the only way to get nutrition so far north – similar to German food, actually.)

(Oh, and another generalization I picked up on: like how Spanish words – especially in Mexico – often are the same as in English but just have an “o” at the end, Polish words have a “y” at the end…. Lol, Ania tells me that’s because the “y” is the plural ending, like “s” in English. That makes much more sense now!)

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Parties, Porn and a Hijacked Chocolate Fountain.

Flowers for my birthday, given to me by my work colleagues. Aaaawww.

Where do I even begin? It’s been a crazy week. It all started last Thursday on my birthday, when two of my closest and dearest friends came over for dinner, wine and Sekt (sparkling wine, I guess it’s called in English). The night began with cake and ended in karaoke – I rented the sheet music for Aretha Franklin’s greatest hits from the library. Yep, it was great.
The next day I bring my five pound cheesecake with brownie bottom to work. It’s got over a kilo (2,2 lbs) of cream cheese and ten eggs. Granted, some of that was made into a second, smaller cake. But still. It was a weapon. And all the single guys at work wanted to marry me when that heart-attack-laden fork hit their mouths. It was bliss in edible form.
From 5 – 8pm I had a welcome party at work, learning the company history and meeting the other newbies and of course, enjoying pizza and beer. I later took my bouquet of flowers home and changed to go out with my British friends for some hardcore drinking. I’m still amazed at how most Brits drink like they wanna die. And soon.
The one-Euro shots really put me over the edge (I’ve noticed that when drunk, the shots appear to be very small and therefore I should double my intake – yeah, that’s drunk logic). In order to rid myself of the calories, I thought it a keen idea to go dancing. That was awesome, minus the cigarette smoke everywhere.

Kirsty also has her birthday on April 26th!

I then awoke on Saturday morning with a massive hangover, a bruise on my leg which I don’t remember happening, and half a song still left in my head. I grabbed some water, sat down at my keyboard, and sketched out the last of the first verse to “Where Do You Go”, my latest creation. (I’ll post some recordings soon, I swear!) I then showered, grocery shopped, and prepared for my birthday party.
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