The Berlin Bear

The Bear is fighting the coffee shits in an office somewhere above the din of Rosenthaler Platz. No, not Vice Magazine.

The Bear is going to have start complimenting a lot more Germans on their acne: http://tinyurl.com/bmntlq

The Bear is really happy to discover the existence of NPR's "Planet Money" http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/

The Bear spent an entire day offline and somehow survived!

The Bear is listening to Johnny Cash in a café filled with roses. The Bear feels a little queesy about this. Buses rumble along outside.

The Bear is shivering in the rain by a Commerzbank, thinking of renaming Neukölln's busiest intersection "He-Man Platz"

The Bear is wincing at the umpteenth siting of those horrid Berlinale bags... and craving more cheap wine.

The Bear is sitting on its haunches, dumb-founded. Why is the sky that color? What is that painful disc lighting up all the bldgs with fire?

The Bear is slipping/sliding on Kreuzberg's icy sidewalks, and/or sleeping away the day in Prenzlauer Berg garret (&/or dressing for work).

The Bear is sledding down the Hasenheide hill with a snowboard strapped to each paw and a belly full of pickled Schnappsfisch.

@flachrattenmann: Give The Bear a break, it can't read street signs.

@benno: The Bear finds it somehow ironic that your Friedman link doesn't work.

The Bear is wearing white face paint in honor of the victorious -- and late -- Mr. Ledger.

The Bear wants to puke on a donut.

The Bear is slowly realizing that only CERTAIN KINDS of 1,19-euro whiskeys purchased at Edeka can cure stomach aches.

The Bear is appalled by the LOUD BABY INVASION of Kreuzberg. If Europe's birth rate is in decline, you'd never know it here.

The Bear ought to apologize for its absence as of late, but is still sleeping (shhh).

The Bear grumbles, rolls over, sleeps some more.

The Bear is deeply unhappy about the loss of German cloud-shine.

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