An American at Karneval

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When the clock hits 11:11 on the 11 of November, Cologne becomes a party city, and costumed party-goers lose nearly all inhibitions until they drop.  I ventured into the crowds and produced a short report with observations and musings from the belly of the beast.  One thing was clear…there was much I had never seen nor experienced before. The report was spontaneous and impromptu, though still hopefully understandable.

**Translation provided by Katie Ganzer.

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Treatise on a Dodge Neon

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I like my stuff.  And I don’t mean that to sound materialistic, but if I’ve purchased something there’s an inherent sense of attachment.  With that said, my car has been broken into and I’ve been ripped off three times in the last year and a half.  The car was at my apartment each time, in an okay part of Tempe..near schools…and a police substation.

With the last break-in this past Saturday (Dec 15) I began to realize I have been gradually changing my demeanor. Changes that resemble closely the Kubler-Ross stages of Grief.

First came Denial…

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