In which we seek out color in a cold, gray place and DJs are the bearers of world peace.

All the snow disappearing has firmly planted the WINTER IS OVER! mindset in my brain, despite the fact that it's still perdy dern chillee out of doors. This brain switch has switched on something I can't turn off (;D), and its making me do silly things like go running and leave the house without three pairs of thermal leggings. According to Mr. Pux. Phil, the Prognosticator of all Prognosticators, I shouldn't be doing these things for another two weeks. Good thing optimism makes me feel warm and cozy.

But before those spring days spring into action, let's relive a few of those snowy days of our past. Here are some Fotos from a northerly visit to Kiel in the not-so-distant Vergangenheit, when the ground was still fluff-colored and the Baltic Sea misted freshness amidst the industry-speckled skyline.

   

On a much warmer note, Andrew Bird is releasing his next album tomorrow. Thanks to NPR, I've already listened to it more times than an 8 track would ever allow. 

Mr. Bird, you can rest assured that, even after all these years, I am just as smitten with your whistling whimsings as ever. 

And on a somewhat related topic, a recent gem sparkling the spectacular importance of proofreading translations done by non-native speakers:

"Test your readiness to assume a risk in the fully equipped casino or dance through the night while listening to live music. A wide range of entertainment is waiting for you and even next to the pool a DJ will spread an atmosphere of joy by his music."