Oh. My. Goth.

Let's begin the report of my day at the 2010 Wave-Gotik-Treffen in Leipzig by answering a few questions I presume you're asking yourselves.

1. Yes, I really went. All by myself. Voluntarily.
2. You mean, your idea of the perfect sunny spring Saturday doesn't involve wandering a city crawling with 20,000 children of the night?
3. Any good reporter knows that you should avoid standing out. You don't wear a three-piece suit to interview a farmer, and you can't wear a J. Crew sundress if you want to get in good with the dark ones. So, yes.


4. No, I didn't get you anything. Although I did consider this:


5. Did I take pictures?! Are you kidding me?!



I didn't actually buy the 66 Euro ticket, which covered four days' worth of concerts, parties, a film festival, a medieval market, and daily absinthe breakfasts (I'm not kidding). I figured a city overrun with 20,000 of the world's most enthusiastic goths would have plenty of free sights to see. Which it did.

I spent a good chunk of my day just strolling around downtown.



Then I headed over to Völkerschlachtdenkmal (Monument to the Battle of the Nations), one of Leipzig's most famous sights, which commemorates the Germans' defeat of Napoleon in Leipzig in 1813. It also happens to be goth-tastic.

Meant to embody German nationalism at its purest, the monument is somber, cryptic, and kind of creepy.

Just like many of its visitors on Saturday.


For 6 Euros you can climb the 300+ stairs to the top through tight, dank stairwells that look like this:


so that you can come out at the top gasping for air and look at this:




I enjoyed the view with a fitting crowd.




And then I strolled over to a huge neighboring cemetery, because few things are gothier than a German cemetery, and I knew I couldn't be the only person who thought so.

And I was right.

I found a number of exceptional goths wandering the cemetery including my favorites of the entire day:

I didn't notice until I was uploading these pictures at home that the eyebrow-less man in black above was pointing a gun at me.

After getting lost in the cemetery for about an hour (seriously — it was huge) I went back downtown and located the medieval market. I couldn't get into the market without a ticket, but since all the ticket holders went in and out through a single entrance, the area just outside the market proved to be prime goth-watching turf. I bought some dinner and took a lot of pictures.

Please note the old guy in lederhosen. I have no explanation for this.

From my perspective, the goths appeared to be (despite what one may assume) the ideal guests. They were friendly and respectful. They obeyed the crosswalks and didn't litter. They were generous patrons of the local businesses and services and more than happy to pose for a photo. But I couldn't help but watch Leipzig's conservative elderly residents throughout the day, as they boarded buses alongside men in black vinyl mini-skirts and women with waist-length purple dreadlocks, and wonder what they thought of all this.


But outside the medieval market, mixed in among the black Victorian gowns and floor-length "Matrix" overcoats, there they were in force in their tan spring jackets, pushing their walkers, snapping pictures, and grinning like it's Christmas.


And I realized that they get a kick out of this! Who'd have thought? I later found this video on the ProSieben website about the festival that seemed to capture the locals' attitude about it:

http://www.prosieben.de/tv/taff/video/clip/23664-gothic-festival-leipzig-1.1722211/

(Sorry, Americans. I think this can only be viewed in Germany.)

In addition to Leipzig's residents, the local businesses also seemed to be enthusiastically on board. Many shops' displays took on a gothic slant in honor of the festival.


Even the conservative C&A (think of it like Germany's Old Navy) pulled out their gothiest garb for this window display:


And finally, after a long day of traipsing in boots that were not built for traipsing, I dragged myself onto my Autobahn Express bus and went home, one tired and happy fake-goth.


Thanks to the very cool city of Leipzig and all the nice, accommodating, beautiful, spooky, and astonishing goths who let me take their pictures.

But I hope they'll all forgive me if I don't wear black again for a long, long time.



JEM

German Quirk: The Getaway Car

Here's a bonus for you, just to try and win back your affection. This is a favorite German quirk of mine. It took me awhile to notice it, but once I did, I saw it everywhere. Germans seem to be obsessed with backing into parking spaces. I don't know if it's connected to their love of precision or some ever-present need for a speedy getaway, but whatever it is, I'm onto them.



JEM

A Month in the Life

Blogging has become increasingly difficult.



I'm only able to touch the keyboard of our computer when Jethro's sleeping, but that time has been rapidly devoured since my discovery that every season of "The X-Files" is now available to view instantly on Netflix (which we are able to view despite our overseas location thanks to my dear husband's magical computer finagling). Oh yeah, and my novel. You didn't forget about my awesome novel that I'm writing did you? Because I did a couple of times. And also the fact that I've been reading "East of Eden" by John Steinbeck for almost two years. I started it while getting a blood test toward the end of my pregnancy, and now that said fetus is learning to talk, I've decided that it's time to finish. (Incidentally, I love the book. I'm just a really slow reader.)

You haven't missed a lot.

I got a Vulcan haircut that I felt made me look alternately like a sleek time traveler from the future and like a resident of a mental institution who got a hold of a pair of children's scissors. For better or worse it grew out faster than it took for the girl at the salon to cut it.


I visited a windmill that was really cute and old.

Jake went to Norway for work, making it the kajillionth awesome place he's gotten to see without me.

Meanwhile, I located this chalk-graffiti in my neighborhood that I DID NOT DO. But it would appear that a doppleganger lives among us. A doppleganger who's still working on those pesky J's.

Then Jethro got really sick.

The poor little guy was a shell of himself for about four days, with puking and fever and diarrhea. Scared me to death. He's fine now, thank goodness. And I can put behind me one of my great fears: Being barfed upon. As with everything, when it's your own kid, love trumps all other emotions, including gag-reflex-inducing disgust and horror.

And then both back tires of the Kinderwagen blew out. Oje. And when you don't have a car, the Kinderwagen is your car, so that made life a little frustrating. We were able to limp by with our cheap little umbrella stroller, but those things don't handle the cobblestone so well. I was worried Jethro's teeth would get rattled right out of his skull. But the Wagen's back online. More or less.

And then I took some pictures for you of hilariously named German breakfast cereals.


(And yes, Germany has a lot of chocolate cereal.)

And we went on lots of walks.

And dealt with a few of these:

And I think that's about it.

But that's about to change because this Saturday I'm going Leipzig for the world's largest Goth festival.

The bus tickets have been purchased and my fingernails have been painted black, so hang onto your corsets, kids, 'cuz I'm goin' in!



JEM

Mommy Blog

In the last few months it feels as though Jethro has made the jump from squawking, snugly carpet-blob to actual walking, communicating person with opinions and complex emotions. His whole life has been fascinating to watch from the front row, but this last period has been particularly interesting. A personality is emerging that's separate and unique from Jake's and mine, and I find that in addition to loving him more than my own life, I really like him. He's funny and quirky and sweet and affectionate.

And I'm sorry to get all mommy-blog on you right now, but I just have to record some of his more recent landmarks. You know, posterity, blah, blah, blah. Deal with it.



Jethro did his first serious alone walking, poetically enough, on Christmas day. He spent the whole day marching around the apartment in his monkey jammies from Grandma M. The week following was the most accident-prone of his life. He crashed every time I turned my back, usually on his face or the back of his head. After that he got pretty gun shy. But some time in late January he got his groove back and has been cruising ever since.

I'm pretty sure his first word was "no". Which made me feel like Mom of the Year. But now his favorite word is "yeah" or perhaps "ja"? He's able to deliver it with a range of inflections to indicate many shades of meaning, and I suspect he's using it largely to avoid learning other words. He just cons me into asking only yes or no questions. Other words he says now are "duck" and "car" and "banana". Cat is "meow" and dog is a mournful-sounding howl. He understands quite a bit. If I ask him to pick out a book for me to read to him or get his shoes he usually does it. Probably because being read to and playing outside are two of his favorite pastimes.

Other pastimes include helping me fold and hang up laundry, even when it's not needed:



pulling goofy faces:



napping:



and listening to music. His tastes seem pretty varied, although there does seem to be a preference for good, solid rock 'n' roll á la Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters, and Kings of Leon, which makes me proud. There are a few exceptions, including the theme song for the Mary Tyler Moore Show and this:



Turning on that video is the only thing I've found that will mesmerize him long enough for me to trim his finger- and toenails without much weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. Honestly, I could probably perform acupuncture on him without a fight as long as this video was playing. I'm sure everyone's seen this video a kajillion times, but just for reference here it is:



In my defense, I'm not the only one pumping my baby full of Beyoncé. She has some kind of magical power over babies. It's seriously weird. But, hey, whatever works, right?

He also applauds everything. The conclusion of songs and television shows and musical numbers in church always get a round of applause. He has applauded me for counting to ten, among other things. It really does wonders for the old self-esteem.

But possibly my favorite thing about Jethro right now is how affectionate he is. He constantly gives Jake and me spontaneous hugs. He blows kisses and smooches everything, his stuffed animals, his bath toys, Jake's laptop. And whenever I lie down on the floor to exercise in the mornings, he plops down next to me and drapes his whole torso over my belly and just snuggles me until I'm finished.

I joked before we came to Germany that in order to ensure that I would have a friend here, I would just make one for myself. Little did I know how well that would work out for me. I sure love my little bud.



JEM

The Human Chain

In the interest of full disclosure, I should say that while between 10 and 15,000 people peacefully protested the Nazi demonstration in the inner-city with their human chain, across the river, thousands of left-wing activists tackled the Nazis head on, at the location they had decided to move their march to. The lefties stood on train tracks, built barricades out of garbage, turned over cars, and attacked buses to block the arriving neo-Nazis. Their efforts are probably the real reason no neo-Nazi rally was held in Dresden this year. Check out this video for a little footage of the madness:



I, for one, question fighting violence, hatred, and extremism with violence, hatred, and extremism. I subscribe to the American freedom-of-speech ideal that allows anyone the chance to say anything, and assumes that what's right will float to the top. I'm finding many Europeans don't feel the same way about freedom of speech. The "bad" people and the "bad" ideas are often forcefully silenced here, sometimes by the law and sometimes by the other side, the "good" people and the "good" ideas. It's hard to disagree with people who want to force out neo-Nazism, a pretty obvious bad guy, but ultimately who's deciding what's good and what's bad? Of course, in a country where Nazism was once one of the ideas that floated to the top, maybe they've learned something here that we in America haven't yet — that trusting the open marketplace of ideas is a dangerous and flawed path.

At any rate, it appears that something like 20,000 Dresdners left the comfort of their homes on a frigid February day to defend their city's honor. And regardless of whether you agree with all the methods, I think anyone will have to admit that that's a pretty impressive statement.



JEM