Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Jake's Worst Nightmare


Before you watch the above clip, I'm warning you, it's terrifying. And kind of long. But so worth your time.

This scene is a climactic moment in the 1980s sci-fi TV series "V". Jake saw it as a young child and has been harboring it in the deepest recesses of his consciousness for the last two and a half decades. Now that I'm pregnant, his repressed fears of humans birthing terrifying lizard alien babies has been rekindled. And not at all helped by our most recent trip to the doctor, which produced the following image of our baby (I've turned it so the horrifying face is at the top):


Current top look-alikes:


Discuss.



JEM

Germany Isn't Scary (Anymore): German Crash Course

Before this blog was so rudely interrupted by my pregnancy announcement, I promised I would post some basic German phrases for my folks who will be here on Friday — and for anyone else with plans to visit us here in the next two and a half years. (Which I would recommend. We just got a futon.)

First, let's go over some basic pronunciation. One of the most important things to remember is that the letter W is always pronounced like a V and the letter V is always pronounced like the letter F. (F, as it turns out, is still F. But before you start bawling about it, allow me to remind you of the useless letter C.)

Please don't panic if you see this: ß. All it means is SS. So it just gets a soft S sound. Otherwise, most stand-alone S's sound like Z's.

And you know in English how I's and E's get arbitrarily swapped around in words that sound the same, like "weird" and "pier"? You never have to worry about that confusion in German. There are a lot of IE combinations in German, but the sound always goes with the second letter. For example, one word for "the" in German is "die". But it's not die, like dead, it's dee. And the word "leider" is pronounced "lyder". (That means sadly, by the way.)

Also, when a word starts with ST, like Straße, the word for street, it's given a "sht..." sound, so Straße is "shtrahsseh".

Oh yeah, and Z's sound like TS, as in Nazi. But we've all learned that one.

OK. Onto the fun stuff. Here are some words you're likely to use.

Guten Tag (goo-ten tahg): formal hello
Hallo: hi
Auf Wiedersehen (owf veed-er-zay-en): formal goodbye
Tschüss (chooss ... sort of. ¨'s make things a little weird, but I can't explain it in text.): casual goodbye
Danke (don-keh): thank you
Danke schön (shoon): thanks a lot
Vielen Dank (feel-in donk): many thanks
Bitte (bit-eh): please AND you're welcome AND here you are, as in when you give somebody something. Your all-purpose magic word.
Entschuldigung (ent-shool-dee-goong): excuse me

Now some handy phrases, just in case.

Wo ist die Toilette? (voh isst dee toy-lett-eh?): Where is the bathroom?
Wir sind Jasmines Eltern. (veer zint Jasmine's el-turn): We are Jasmine's parents.
Wir können nicht Deutsch. (veer koohn-en nikht doych): We can't speak German.
Können Sie English? (koohn-en zee ang-lish): Can you speak English?
Wir kommen aus Amerika. (veer kohm-en owss a-mer-eek-a) We're from America.
Was kostet das? (vahss kohst-et dahss): What does that/this cost?
Wie viel? (vee feel): How much?

That's enough for one session, I think. Good luck with the packing, Mom and Dad, and have a fun flight! We can't wait to see you! Bis dann! (biss dahn): Until then!



JEM

Thursday, May 1, 2008

My Eggo's Prego

What my womb looked like 2 weeks ago.

Garsh. Thanks for all the kind words. Yes, schwanger means pregnant. I am pregnant. And I'm thrilled that you all have added another word to your list of German vocabulary, which, until now has been limited to Gesundheit, Kindergarten, Nazi and Bratwurst.

For the record, I'm going to try to avoid turning this blog into a pregnancy play-by-play since, as I'm quickly learning, I find all of this a lot more interesting than anyone else does. But I'm sure it'll come up, so you've been warned. First of all, let's get the stats out of the way:

— I'm due Nov. 18.
— Miraculously, I have not thrown up once.
— I'm starving all the time.
— My bosoms have blossomed rather obscenely.
— I have to pee all the time.
— I'm starting to get a small bump.

Secondly, let's discuss going to the doctor in Germany. We found this totally cute young woman doctor at the university hospital who doesn't look any older than Jake and who speaks pretty good English with an adorable Heidi Klum accent. So the appointments are mostly in English, which is hugely comforting.

***SQUEAMISH MALE READERS SHOULD SKIP THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH***

My first impression of going to a German gynecologist as opposed to an American gynecologist is pretty much that Germans like their doctor's appointments like they like everything else. No fluff. Just do the dang thing and get me out. Women, you know how at the gyno in America, you put on your little paper gown in private and then, after hopping into the stirrups, the doctor makes kind of a fuss about warning you before they, you know, start? Well, here, they just say, "Drop your drawers." And if you know of a more vulnerable feeling than standing in nothing but your shirt, cardigan and socks while two or more people bustle around you, I'd really like to hear about it. I think I'd almost rather be buck naked. Anyway, then you jump on the table at which point there are immediately all manner of ... uh ... instruments being ... uh, you know ... applied, without so much as a, "1, 2, 3, go." It was a little, I'll say, breathtaking. But, true to German form, they are fast, which I appreciate, so I won't complain too much.

***SQUEAMISH MALE READERS MAY CONTINUE READING***

Another interesting moment came at my next appointment when the doctor was asking me a bunch of health-related questions.

Cute young doctor: How much do you weigh?
JEM: Right now? About 120.
CYD: (stares at me blankly, not writing)
JEM: (fidgets nervously)
CYD: In pounds or ...?
JEM: Oh my gosh! We're on the metric system! Yes, 120 pounds. I don't know how many kilos I weigh.

Turns out I weigh 54.5 kilograms, which is a heck of a lot less than 120 kilograms. Then she asks me my height, in centimeters, which I also don't know, so the doctor and I stand nose to nose and she determines that we're about the same. I can't even remember what that measurement was. Remember as a kid when you were trying to learn your phone number and your address and your birthday and it just felt like you'd never get all the numbers straight? Yeah. All over again.

A cool thing about being prego in Germany is that I get to carry a Mutterpass or Mother Passport with me everywhere I go.


This has an ultrasound pic of Junior in it and all manner of vital information about Junior's and my health. Every pregnant woman in Germany gets one of these and we are all expected to have it on our person at all times. The idea is that if I'm ever in an accident or anything, everyone will know that I'm in a family way. I also, apparently, need to show it if I travel by air at any point during the pregnancy. Mostly, though, it just makes me feel important and special.

I think that about covers it for now. Like I said, I'll try to spread these out, but, in the meantime, thanks for indulging me.



JEM

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Schwangergate

Several hours ago, a comment was left on this blog by my sister-in-law suggesting that a particularly newsworthy, and as yet unreported, event had occurred. After much debate among the editorial board at American Dresdner over whether members were willing to risk the blog's reputation via a Watergate-level coverup, it was decided that a more prudent choice would be to own up to rumors and heresay in an effort to maintain this publication's flawless PR record.

With that, I hereby announce that I am, indeed, as reports have indicated, schwanger.


I will now field a few questions from the gathered press corps.



JEM

Monday, April 28, 2008

Germany Isn't Scary (Anymore): Meeting Germans Is Easy


I've been slacking off. My parents will be here in two weeks and this tutorial series intended to calm their nerves still has a LOT of ground to cover. So, buckle up. We're going to be busy.

In this, the second installment of "Germany Isn't Scary (Anymore)", we will discuss the delicate art of German manners.

Let's shake hands
First and foremost, know that Germans are obsessed with shaking hands. We, as Americans, put a lot of weight on a good handshake, but we have nothing on Germans when it comes to the sheer quantity of handshaking that goes on in a perfectly ordinary day.

Unlike Americans, who really only shake hands at first introductions or important meetings or as a form of congratulations, Germans shake hands for these occasions and also with every hello and every goodbye.

And in social situations, like at a party or at church, this greeting and farewell ritual is performed with every last person you pass so that, ideally, by the end of the event, everyone has shaken everyone else's hand twice. Also unlike Americans, the handshake is performed completely sans small talk. Germans hate small talk. They are a remarkably pragmatic folk, and small talk, for them, serves no real practical purpose. A handshake paired with and a "Guten Tag" or "Hallo" suffices for the greeting, and, paired with an "Auf Wiedersehen", "Tschüss" (like "See you later"), or "Schönen Tag noch" (Have a nice rest of your day), suffices for the farewell.

I still find it interesting and amusing when I see two small groups of Germans meeting up for an outing at a bus stop. No matter what the median age of the group is, whether it's 15 or 75, they always perform this complicated little ritual of everyone shaking hands with everyone else.

It's also considered polite, when shaking hands with a couple, to shake the woman's hand first. Men, especially, tend to make an effort with this one, sometimes leaving the man's hand totally hanging there in order to go for the woman's hand first.

Have we mastered the German handshaking phenomenon? No. Not even close. In fact, it makes me kind of uncomfortable since I'm still programmed to accompany a handshake with some small talk. If I'm not prepared to offer small talk, I don't usually offer to instigate a handshake, which is probably considered rude. But I'm learning. I also like to be just a few minutes late to choir practice on Sunday mornings so they will have already started and I don't feel obligated to rake through everyone there. But I tell you this so you're prepared for the barrage of handshakes you will experience when you come to church with us.

Hug me
Contrary to stereotype, Germans, especially German women, are pretty big huggers. These hugs will usually accompany the hello/goodbye handshake if they're feeling particularly affectionate toward you. (I'm sure you'll get a few when you come to church with us. Our friends are pretty excited to meet you.) Hugs seem to be usually woman to woman or woman to man, and the man to man hug happens, but it's more rare. This all isn't particularly unusual, but the way they hug is a little different, and that's why I bring it up.

First, a German hug usually starts as a handshake, then one party will pull the other in and, while still holding right hands, they will embrace with their left arms. And whereas Americans, who, when engaged in a platonic embrace, tend to protect their heads and avoid any sort of face to face contact, Germans always touch cheeks when they hug, usually right cheeks. The cheek touch is more the focus of the hug that the arms or body contact. The first time this happened to me I was sort of surprised, but it's actually a very pleasant experience as Germans tend to have nice cheeks.

Lose the shoes
I doubt we'll be guests in any German homes while you're here, but just in case, Germans ALWAYS remove their shoes before entering their own homes and it is expected that guests do the same. Sometimes they offer you slippers to wear called "Hausschuhe" (house shoes), but sometimes they don't, so it's a good idea, especially if it's cooler out, or if the home isn't carpeted, to wear warm socks.

And don't worry, Mom, I know you have weak arches and permafrost feet, so shoe wearing is completely permitted at our place. We're kind of like the American embassy that way.

Next up in the series: A simple survivor's guide to the German language. Stay tuned.



JEM

Thursday, April 24, 2008

I Think I'm Turning Germanese

I'm getting Germaner by the minute. Case in point: This morning I was a wild, shaggy-headed Yank ...


But now I'm a sleek and sexy fräulein.


Now, vehr deed I poot my blahck turtleneck und vire-rimmed glahsses? Oh, dat's right. I don't haf dees sings. I moost now make schohpping. Auf wiedersehen.



JEM

Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Beard

American Dresdner: So, you have a beard now.
Jake J. Michaelson: Yes.
AD: How long has this been going on?
JJM: Since the writer's strike.
AD: That's over. You heard about that, right?
JJM: They didn't meet my demands.
AD: How's a beard supposed to help the situation anyway?
JJM: It's an outward token of my inner rage.
AD: You're not even a writer.
JJM: (shifty-eyed silence)
AD: This is your first beard, isn't it?
JJM: Yes it is.
AD: Has it been a positive experience?
JJM: It has exceeded all my expectations.
AD: How long did it take you to get it to a satisfactory length?
JJM: About a month and a half.
AD: Tell me a little about beard maintenance.
JJM: A lot more effort is required than I had anticipated. I have to trim it every few days to keep myself from looking like Sylvester the cat. If if weren't for my job, I'd probably have to trim more frequently, but I just sit there trying to solve problems and pull out hairs. It's a distraction for my fingers.
AD: What are the benefits of beard-hood?
JJM: No. 1 is hiding double chin. Looking older and more intimidating. Fewer zits. Warms face. Aids tickling of wife.
AD: Do you have any beard heroes?
JJM: Will Riker


U.S. Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke


John the Baptist


AD:
Will you be bearded forever?
JJM: No. I will shave it off once I can go a whole week without wearing a coat.
AD: And once the writers' demands have been met in full.
JJM: Yes.
AD: But the beard will be a recurring character in the life of Jake?
JJM: Yes.
AD: Are there any tips you would offer readers pondering beard ownership?
JJM: You have to consider that at first there's definitely an awkward stage you have to go through. It's a very humbling time.
AD: Would you say this period is longer for blonder men?
JJM: Yes, definitely.
AD: Anything else to consider?
JJM: It's also important to consider how long you plan on keeping the beard because if you have one of those monkey faces and you keep the beard for a long time you could shock a lot of people when you shave it off. Luckily, I don't have a monkey face.
AD: So you're saying ugly people should either never grow a beard, or just keep one permanently.
JJM: That is exactly what I'm saying.
AD: Be honest. Are you afraid of what your face will look like when you shave?
JJM: Yes. There's going to be a lot of pink, fleshy skin underneath. I've also gotten used to not having to look at my double chin.
AD: If women could grow beards, and it was socially acceptable, do you think you could find a bearded woman attractive?
JJM: No.
AD: Is there any must-reading you'd recommend to current or potential beardies?
JJM: Well, I'm glad that you asked. There's a great support group over at the Beard Board.

It provided me with the assurance that there were other men out there facing the same battles I was. Men who wake up everyday and look in the mirror and have to decide if they can go on.
AD: Thanks for your time. Everyone here at American Dresdner commends you for your courage and endurance.
JJM: Thank you.