lit:cologne, die zweite

So, es sieht jetzt also sooo aus: Ich hab hier zwei Karten für Neil Gaiman morgen abend, aber mein Freund kriegt da jetzt doch keine Vertretung und kann also nicht mitkommen.
Da ich die Karte natürlich ungern einfach verfallen lassen würde, hier also die Frage an die Flist...
irgendwer interessiert, spontan mitzukommen?

und nimielle und lexygranger, wollen wir uns irgendwo vorher treffen und gemeinsam hingehen, oder hoffen wir, dass wir uns schon vor Ort sehen? ;)

The Ides of March, the Ides of March beware!

... right. Now that's out of the system, let's go on to different things.

Today was one of those rare beasts: A day when neither Jörg nor I had any late-afternoon appointments or duties. A day, therefore, that could be used for a nice walk (as it's beautifully sunny at the moment - well, not at this moment, as the sun has set by now, but generally speaking).
We went to Müngsten to take a look at the new bridge-park - during the Regionale 2006, they changed a lot there, and neither of us had been there for some time: My last visit there was in 1999 with my scout troup when we were showing our Swedish and French guests around the region, and Jörg's was even further back.

And now I have to spam you all with photos of the beautiful Bergisches Land where I live and grew up and which, apparently, unintentionally, I love.

I thought about giving you teasery thumbnails first, but it's over 50 photos, so that'd take ages to load. So you'll just get the usual more or less snarky linklist.

( Local Patriotism under the cut )

And this, in the end, taught me three things: I) actually, I do love the place where I live; II) much as I love the sea, I couldn't live there forever; not, at any rate, when "sea" comes with "flat land", where I feel all paranoid like the sky's too close and I can see three days ahead who's coming to visit, because I need mountains! Mountains, Gandalf!; III) we should take such walks much more often.

Also, walks are good against headaches.

Off to bed now.