Stuttgart … You suck, man 28th of June, 2006 POST·MERIDIEM 10:23
Am in Stuttgart, that famous stud farm of German Emperors, and am paying 4,50 € a half-hour for the privilege of writing this. The cool thing about this hotel (apart from the ghosts of thousand-year-dead mares to be seen on the streets) is that I’m five minutes’ walk away from the Porsche factory, so there are car parks full of excellent cars that empty after working hours, and there are details of the „Mitarbeiter des Monats“ to be seen though the windows of the factory.
Anyway, will be here until the end of the week, at which point I will fly back to Berlin to show Sheila around, so expect anything coherent early next week at best.
One thing that is vaguely coherent; last week it was made clear to me that I’m a bit of a ѕhіt, in a way that I’m not going to go into right now because that won’t help anyone. And then this week it becomes clear to me that in a certain context I’m great; I have a fantastic understanding of what is being taught at this training session, I can trivially ask questions that our trainers can’t answer or have trouble answering, and this without trying. How to reconcile the one with the other!?!