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Sometimes it's odd how this place has become home.

Tulips have debuted in shops and cafes. Have they always been out this early?

I still have not decided whether I'd like to try the cupcakes at the Cupcake bakery, but enjoyed the sight of branches and people passing while I sat at Zionskirchplatz, contemplating that question.

The tumult of the holidays almost over, and now to settle down to a quiet plate of batata vadai with some fiery green chutney while watching the snow flurry down. Fans of Maharashtrian snack food should ink January 19th into their calendars: I'll be bringing this dish along as my contribution to the next Grub (theme: cook something from where you're from). For those food lovers who missed the fun last time, do try to join us this month; just email me and/or grubberlin at gmail for details.
Happy New Year!
PS I'm still refining my recipe for these spicy potato dumplings -- so crisp outside, so innocently fluffy inside -- and should have the details by the time they make their official debut at Grub.
At this time of year, there is no better place to enjoy autumn's elegaic atmosphere than the Grunewald. Around the lake, people appear newly bulky in their winter coats, while dogs frolic wildly along the water in packs of five. After a turn around the lake, you're hungry, and there's the somewhat grand, somewhat kitschy Forsthaus Paulsborn just waiting for you with its array of cakes and fall specials.
As you walk back to the bus stop, a few leaves falls from an oak.
But now one senses the season's tip into winter. I remember this day last year as more luminous - sitting on the sofa, searching out my first photos, trying to wrangle the Typepad software into doing what I wanted it to do. People seem to commemorate their anniversaries, so here's mine; and on this occasion I can note that writing Berlin Reified makes me pay close attention to the world and brings to that observing the joy of knowing I have a single radiant someone to share that world with (for I imagine you as one particular reader, reading this as I write). And reader, what do you make of it all, I wonder? And what do you like, and what do you like less?
On my last visit to the Prater I found the most pleasing abandoned vending machine...

A long walk with Gideon to explore Kreuzberg in greater detail. Once I spotted Wittgenstein flanked by his duck-rabbits, I was sold.

Sunday, autumn equinox, fall in Berlin...
Encountering Lorenzo Petrantoni's massive, intricate black-and-white tick-tocking wall was easily the most thrilling moment in Illustrative Berlin 2007; I was also fond of Olaf Hajek's apes and lilies, as indeed many are.

What a vision of home! The Art Cube at the Haus am Waldsee was perfect spotted in a clearing through the late-summer trees, and the view above was to die for, though the bathroom (I found myself thinking heretically) felt like nothing more than one you'd find in an Ibis hotel room. But still, for those who read this late, it must be lovely when the surrounding trees go autumnal.
My favourite moments of the concert? The arrhythmia near the beginning of Thomas Adès' Tevót, and the extraordinary horn line in Janáček's Sinfonietta op. 60 (itself no rhythmal slouch).

For my few beloved devoted readers: I am off to Devon for a week and will write again on my return.

This is quite profoundly neither here nor there, but the sleek style of this little office offering opportunities for Germans to work in and emigrate to Norway was too much to be overlooked. What looks like a white box on the wall - my camera is not so good - is a backlit, heroic map of Norway.
PersonalArena, Sredzkistr.18 (map)

David's office overlooks the Brandenburg Gate, and so we were lucky enough to get resident passes to enter otherwise blocked-off Pariser Platz and watch the revelry from above. My favourite moment was the spontaneous waltz some waitstaff broke into, cued by the Strauss playing from one of the banks.
Happy New Year to all!

Just back from 'A Flowering Tree' (why not 'The Flowering Tree', I found myself wondering), surprisingly easy music with a lovely pageantry, the magic of a mid-winter fairy tale, the deflected or doubled action of the dancer-shadowed singers: I found myself teary-eyed during the final scene. Afterwards, sitting in Billy Wilder's making plans for the holiday weekend, David saw John Adams walk past and leapt out of our booth, programs in hand, and returned with signatures (his and Jessica Rivera's) and an email address. Exciting stuff!

My first Thanksgiving in Berlin! Complete with syrupy sweet potatoes topped by a crispy marshmallow crust, a burnished beautiful turkey, and cranberry-studded stuffing. Hearty thanks to our hostess Tammi & photos to follow...
A brief post by way of congratulations to Alistair Noon, for another envigorating installment of Poetry Hearings!
Clärchen's Ballhaus (now Ballhaus Mitte), a 1920s dance hall in Auguststraße which continues to offer dancing and dining in style...
Ballhaus Mitte, Auguststraße 24, 10117 Berlin
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