Berlin Vs. Utopia

And then God came down from heaven and said: "You are a bad blogger, my son."

And then the blogger replied: "Alas, I say unto you, blogging about Berlin from the U.S. of A. is kind of like eating Cheetos whilst chewing gum."

And then God said: "Ok . . . whatever."

Myrtle Beach is affectionately refered to by enlightened South Carolinians as "The Redneck Riveria." Alas, I am there.

A few obesrvations from my informed perch:

1. There are more American flags here than you can throw a stick at.

2. Should you decide to throw said stick, you will pummeled.

3. Sticks do not come cheap.

4. A rich redneck is still a redneck.

Do I miss Germany?

This (thanks, Craig!) may answer your question.  If fact, it pretty much clears up most of my suspicions about Bavarians.

Heather links a gallery of snowy Berlin shots, her blog a source of warm evidence in a place of cheese fries.

I am in a Radiohead song.

It is called "Exhibit 439, Station 7a."

I have the urge to watch tabloid television, shovel partially hydrogenated whatever into my gizzard, and stay on a couch in a motel room for the next 43 years. Do join me, amigos.

Comments

[Heather]

Dude, you never tasted Cheetos 'til you've tried them with Doublemint. I should know. Now I have to get back to my Shoal Creek Saloon cheezfries heaven. Where you are, on the other hand, you can eat fried everything and just be glad it's not Spring Break. How long will you stay?

[Berlin Blogster]

Ah, Cheetos and Doublemint. A timeless combination.

We're here for two more weeks. . . mostly in the southeast (Chapel Hill, Myrtle Beach, Columbia) apart from an upcoming jaunt to NYC for some oxygen.

I love televsion.