Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Radio Silence


Sorry for the lack of updates; I'm currently in the midst of my biggest freelance assignment to date, and it is taking up huge chunks of my day. I'm on the computer all day doing this job (now that it's 60 and sunny out, natch-- why wasn't this during the crappy weather?), and the idea of sitting in front of this screen for one minute longer doesn't sit that well with me at the moment. Accordingly, posts will be sporadic and likely short, if at all, for the next couple weeks. The work is a bit of a grind, but fun and rewarding as well. And I like the idea of some steady work--it's been a while and I sort of missed it.

In the meantime, check out this surreal and amusing photo from one of the guys on the Deadliest Catch TV show. Hey folks, I'm fried right now, and I don't have much in the tank.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Somewhere, There's A Conchords Fan Giggling

Sorry for the lousy picture from my frozen-over camera phone (it was 14 degrees last night!!), but here's a shot from the local overpriced Lush soap emporium, hawking "Business Time" massage bar soap. I'd like to think this is a clever and mildly obscure reference to the late, great HBO (and before that, BBC) series Flight of the Conchords, which tells the fictional story of 2 sweet-but-naive New Zealand sheepherders trying to break into the New York acoustic music scene. The humor is dry as a bone, and is often pointed at the bandmembers themselves. Season 1 (conveniently available on DVD) was a riot; season 2 was a bit hit or miss, but had its moments. "Business Time" was arguably one of the most memorable songs from season 1, and hilariously chronicles the efforts of a clueless swain trying to get intimate with his partner. The video (from the series and DVD) is in a fantasy/dream sequence. Not really NSFW (more suggestive than anything), but save this one for home viewing so you can crank it up. Enjoy!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Quixotic: [kwɪkˈsɒtɪk] 1. Caught up in...the pursuit of unreachable goals; idealistic without regard to practicality. 2. What I'm doing right now

Over the last couple months, my poor unsuspecting relatives back home have been pelted with requests about my family ancestry. This isn't because I'm feeling a wave of nostalgia or have the urge to check out my roots; it's all about trying to get a job in Europe (freelancing is great, but it's feast-or-famine). Without going into laborious detail, let me say that as a citizen from anywheres outside the 27-member European Union (EU), in terms of finding legitimate employment easily, the deck is pretty stacked. One possible way to combat this is to gain EU citizenship, and that's what I've been researching on-and-off for the last couple months, specifically the concept of dual citizenship-- a citizen of both the USA and an EU country. Believe me, our appreciation for the freedoms, rewards and opportunities America affords has only grown during our time here, so this is not a knock on the good ol' USA-- it is, however all about keeping my retirement accounts fully funded.

Anyway, dual citizenship requires that you have ancestors and roots in the specific country you're applying to, and some countries' citizenship requirements are more restrictive than others. Because my family tree is a definite Heinz 57 smörgåsbord, I did have some options to track down and pursue. I found that Ireland and Italy (2 countries where I have some ancestry) seem to have the most liberal citizenship rules, so I've been working on those. Ireland was my first choice-- between my familiarity with both the language and the excellent beer, Irish citizenship also offers some astoundingly great benefits (like a college education for €2500/year)... but I was one generation off, ancestry wise. Bugger. I may end up in a similar fate with the Italians, but as anyone who's been to the Rome airport knows firsthand, dealing with those guys is a test of one's patience. There is an Italian consulate here in town, and they are open for exactly 3.5 hours a day, and seem to enjoy dodging any work whatsoever. My requests have been fobbed off to nearly everyone in the office, passed on to the Frankfurt office only to have it sent back to Nuremberg, and it's been over a month since my last email received a reply. This is compounded with the not-terribly-amusing realization that they don't speak English, I don't speak Italian, and our collective German is, as they say in Italy, schifezza. I've also been advised that the Italian citizenship paperwork process is laborious and expensive, and the actual timeline to receive citizenship after the papers have been filed is about 18 months. Hmmm, that pretty much hits the limit of our maximum allowable stay-time in Germany. Time to re-read the header of this post.


LATE EDIT:  I received an email from the Italians this very afternoon.  The reply (once translated) details the requirements for the non-native "Juri sanguinis" citizenship and finishes with the statement "the practice is long and complex," which I take as their shot across the bow signaling their reluctance and distaste for helping me out.  Um, I'm the one doing the research guys.

Monday, March 1, 2010

One Fine Country

"I maintain that the regions of Salzburg, Naples and Constantinople (Istanbul) are the most beautiful in the world."-Alexander von Humboldt

Just got back Sunday night from a quickie 3-day vacation to the neighboring country of Austria with our out-of-town guest. We went to Salzburg again, and while we had a moment's hesitation about returning to this small city for a second time in less than a year, we were rewarded yet again by the fantastic scenery, overall charm, and the genuine friendliness of its residents. Having only been to 1 city in Österreich (as Austria is known by its citizens), I can not presume to take its national pulse based on such a small sampling of people... but I'll readily agree with others when they say that Austrians are more relaxed and contended with their lot in life-- and they are far more concerned with quality of life than being the world's movers and shakers. Friendly too-- in contrast to the very private Germans, there have been two occasions where the folks at the next table at the cafe leaned over, politely asked where we were from, and proceeded to engage us in a jovial conversation-- something I daresay isn't common in the USA anymore. Bottom line: Be prepared to walk a lot ("compact" also means "streets closed to traffic"), but just go. It's a little bit of magic there.