Naw. Never mind.

I was thinking about the German character, and had an idea for a post.

Scotch that one.

I am not all that interested in the German character, really. I know several, of course, but to have to think about the mirk that is the German mind, well, it is all too much.

What is funny, though, is that the thing that triggered the thought was listening to Edvard Grieg, who is one of our far northern cousins. Not really a German, but not really not a German.

German music? Love it.
German art? For the most part, yes.
German literature? In small doses.
German politics? Ach! Nein!
German language? Well, it is fun. Small doses.
German fascination with bowl movements? The less said the better. Scheissaffe!
German food? Now, we are getting somewhere. Tonight we had Bratwurst and Sauerkraut. Have I written about Rouladen? I should. I should. I should.
German photography? pre-war, yes. Contemporary? Spare me.
German film? Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
German wine and German song? Naturlich!
German women? Did I mention how pleased and, yet at the same time, saddened I was to learn that Melanie had a little German ancestry mixed in with her Irish side? Fortunately her features are purely Lusitantian of the Azoran bent. We Krauts are a strange looking people, when you think about it. Of course the rest of you would kill to have eyes like mine.

So that is about it for the dear Vaterland and its Volk tonight.

People really should never live North of the Alps. It is a land of wolves and barbarians.

Now, if you excuse me, I have some jodling to do.