now that the recycling plant fire seems to have been contained, i am currently being coerced into boarding a flight to london in three hours . . . maybe i will . . .
Were I the wind, I’d blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world.
— moby-dick (obviously from one of captain ahab’s many shakespearean monologues lol)
Elina the Estonian Girl, pictured above at Alter Roter Löwe Rein in Neukölln, began a new internship at some company that does translation services here in Berlin. So while she is technically still on the Starsailor Co. masthead as an honorary intern, her true intern energy has been shifted elsewhere. I have already shed all the tears I am going to shed over this . . . though hey, she needs the school credit!
Now I once again find myself beneath the dark and humid constellation of Aquarius . . . find myself in the unenviable position of being her intern. Today she demanded I record several voiceovers for a commercial she’s working on.
Naturally, she turned to me because . . .
- I am a beloved celebrity
- I have a beautiful speaking voice
- I am a native English speaker, and
- I own an expensive microphone
LOOK ON OUR TEXTS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR:
Yes, and I really did a take as Michael Caine. I think it sounds quite good . . . so good, in fact, that I think using it may result in litigation. Well, it’s there if they want it . . .
Elina called me a few minutes ago and said she’s got several other commercials for which she requires my velvet radio voice. As she is an unpaid intern, and I am her unpaid intern, there is of course no money in it. But then what else is new? It feels good to be useful, and so I will allow myself to be useful. Perhaps then I will find some peace in the valley. Perhaps then I will find redemption. I’m always on the lookout for as much of that stuff as I can get my hands on . . .
She also gifted me with wisdom well beyond her years. This girl is considerably younger than me, and yet she Gets It, as evidenced by the quality of her advice. I think I will take it. I certainly don’t trust my own instincts right now. Elina has always been a good and loyal friend to me. I figured I ought to publicly acknowledge her in this way. Thank you, Elina . . . or as you would say back home in Tallin: Tänan sind, Elina.
(Finally, tangentially related: I am still finishing my Tallinn / Estonia post. Please anticipate it . . . but only if you want to.)
(Finally, part two: an insane thing happened recently involving some boxes Emel-Elizabeth the Estonian Girl had left in my cellar . . . it involves a mystery I intend to solve myself. For now I will leave you with this small clue, which is her Berlin Ale lanyard I collected from the attic of house down the street after she woke up today to find a strange email from a stranger . . .)
FINALLY, PART THREE:
finally found a doctor who will give me a lobtomy. the long search is over!
it’s touching when people notice things like this, because it means they truly know me lol
me . . .
it’s jill and shannon!
