My boiler went out on me. For those of you who live in the First World, let me explain what a boiler is. A boiler is a huge, obnoxious contraption that hangs on the bathroom wall and goes out on you, forcing you to take cold showers, and shave with icy-cold razors that, as Davy Jones promised all those years ago, do indeed sting. In America, I've never seen a boiler. That doesn't mean they don't exist; it just means they're at least hidden and don't go out on you. This particular boiler, which I've learned to ignore over the years, is about 5 feet tall, a foot deep, and 2 feet wide. It's made of steel, is painted white, and hangs on the wall right next to the bathtub. It blocks an entire corner of the room ,and sometimes it drips black, greasy, evil smelling fluids onto the floor. Now it doesn't even make hot water, so I'm not sure what the point of the thing is.
I'm a vegetarian; I separate my trash, because otherwise the trash-men won't take it; I have socialized health care; I recycle, because I have to; and, now, I hate bathing. Living in Europe is just like being in college, without the drugs and smug illusion of superiority. Objectively, I'm more pinker than even the pinkest of American pinkos.
Damn dirty hippy.
Name that tune:
Translated by Rube into German
Schalt dein Gedächtnis aus, relax und geh mit dem Strom
(Es heisst nicht sterben)
Leg alle Gedanken ab, gib Dich zum Nichts auf
(es funkt)
Noch wirst Du den Sinn des Innens begreifen
(Es heisst Dasein)
Die Liebe ist Alles, und die Liebe ist Alle
(Es heisst Wissen)
Ignoranz und Hass bedauern den Tod
(Es heisst Glauben)
Doch hör den Farben deines Träumens zu
(Es heisst nicht Verlassen)
Also, Spiel das Spiel Existenz bis zum Ende
(Das Ende vom Anfang)
Translated by Google back into English
Still your memory switches off, relax and goes with the river
(it does not mean to die)
puts down all thoughts, geb you to the nothing on
(it transmits)
you the sense of the Innens will understand
(it is called existence)
the love is everything, and the love is all
(it is called knowledge)
Ignoranz and hate regrets death
(it is called faith)
hears colors of your dreaming nevertheless too
(it is not called leaving)
thus, play the play existence up to the end
(the end of the beginning)
Poking around at Jeff's Place, I came across this article, the gist of which is that cell phones are bad for your boys. Seems to me that just about everything these days is targeting the testicular tadpoles. After a little googlin', I was shocked at how many things have been proven to lower your sperm count.
Things That Have Been Proven To Lower Your Sperm Count
Keep em covered, and stop rubbing yourself with your cell phone, weirdos.
