<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661</id><updated>2011-12-13T22:57:03.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jula</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-116619485237008754</id><published>2006-12-15T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:13:15.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls next door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/112/301788664_8c9124fe0f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/301788664_8c9124fe0f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors door has a sign “McDonalds” which we believed was the office of the restaurant from downstairs... Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, two fairly young girls were going up the stairs carrying groceries. To my surprise they went into door next to ours which I believe makes them “girls next door”. Anyhow, I asked them whether they were McDonald’s heiresses. They are not, they are Azubi’s (=three year apprentices in a German professional education) from McDonalds downstairs. There are five of them that live next door. There is no more room for speculation what’s behind the door … Sadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-116619485237008754?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/116619485237008754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=116619485237008754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116619485237008754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116619485237008754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/12/girls-next-door.html' title='Girls next door'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-116473038435784779</id><published>2006-11-28T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:49:33.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dork or not?</title><content type='html'>Last night after the movie we went to a bar with my colleagues. And I felt like I was from Mars. Anything I referred to, they did not know. Layer Cake, Snatch, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Clive Owen, X-Men, Wolverine, Grey’s Anatomy, digg.com, Fantasy Football, Google Page Rank. Is that because I spend two years in the U.S. or is that because I am a dork and pay attention to things that do not matter to “normal” people? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is something wrong with me or is something wrong with them? According to NPR news podcast, people between 20 and 30 should be extremely tech savvy and extremely flexible. So I should be OK then, right? So it’s them. They are the ones who need a little help in terms of “today”. I feel like a Geisterfahrer (=motorist driving against the traffic on motorways) who believes that he is only one driving in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-116473038435784779?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/116473038435784779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=116473038435784779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116473038435784779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116473038435784779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/11/dork-or-not.html' title='Dork or not?'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-116472705215401238</id><published>2006-11-28T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:36:15.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierce who?</title><content type='html'>Something about a year ago I &lt;a href="http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/10/daniel-vs-owen.html" target=_blank&gt;posted about Daniel Craig&lt;/a&gt;. This is the time when not many people knew him. Not LOTS of people know him. According to Google News page lots of people google him. Why is that? Because he is the new Bond, James Bond. I saw Casino Royal last night with my work colleagues whom by the way have never heard of Daniel before. It was amazing even though I had to endure him in Germanspeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spoiler alarm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is best Bond ever. Hard, cynic, scary and … in love. I thought the best scene of the movie is the shower scene. For people that have not seen the movie, it’s not a sex scene. Vesper Lynd has a break down and cries sitting down on the cold floor in the shower which seems to be going on for a while because she shivers. Tough James comes in and sits down with her. Kisses her hands. Warms her up. Hugs her. This is when Vesper and all the girls in the audience totally surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/daniel-craig-speedo12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/daniel-craig-speedo12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well of course there is the “coming out of the water in swimming gear” scene. Who needs Halle Berry if you have Daniel Craig's bod? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Borat. My vote goes to Daniel this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-116472705215401238?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/116472705215401238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=116472705215401238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116472705215401238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116472705215401238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/11/pierce-who.html' title='Pierce who?'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-116423435791690604</id><published>2006-11-22T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:38:39.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, we moved. Its niiiiice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/112/301788664_8c9124fe0f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/301788664_8c9124fe0f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1.5 months of being crammed in one small room and having to share restroom and kitchen with ecologically correct German couple we are finally moving to our own place. The location of this place is quite peculiar. It is extremely centrally located in Altschwabing. To be exact, it is at Münchener Freiheit. There are many clubs, bars, subways … We liked it because just like New York does this place attract the rich, the poor, the tourists, the stylish and more importantly, the busy. It is close to English Garten which is similar to Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this location, we hope that we can somehow cope with being in Munich after leaving New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yea, we now live on top of McDonalds, but also next to Starbucks and several luxury clothing stores and .... well three Döner stores)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-116423435791690604?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/116423435791690604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=116423435791690604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116423435791690604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116423435791690604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-we-moved-its-niiiiice.html' title='So, we moved. Its niiiiice.'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-116423619552060043</id><published>2006-11-14T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T04:25:19.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Borat!</title><content type='html'>I am from Kazakhstan. I love Borat. Because now when I meet people they all have heard of Kazakhstan. Before.... not so much. Even some of my friends could not keep the "stans" apart. Who cares if Borat misrepresents Kazakhstan. Movies are not supposed to show the real picture, they are supposed to entertain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/IMAGE_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/IMAGE_00003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have to say that I was extremely surprised of this movie's success in the theaters. This sign hung in Munich, shortly after the movie was released. People were lining up to see it. I am so proud of my country :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High five!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my limited US exposure I have to admit that some situations and speeches by Americans were just "on the money"... Anyways, did anyone get the joke about the National Anthem in Kazakhstani version after all these debates with Latin version of the U.S. National Anthem...???&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5376044"&gt;click here if you dont remember&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-116423619552060043?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/116423619552060043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=116423619552060043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116423619552060043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116423619552060043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you-borat.html' title='Thank you, Borat!'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-116058888740268986</id><published>2006-10-11T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T05:09:24.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil wears Lederhosen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://new.photos.yahoo.com/album?c=jula1978&amp;aid=576460762328598745&amp;pid=&amp;wtok=gbS7BGSKLfG27be2N5jf_A--&amp;ts=1161766905&amp;.src=ph"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/IMG_4506.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you think that getting into a New York club is a pain, try getting into any beer tent on a weekend at Oktoberfest. There is absolutely no way. Nothing works: no bribing, no sweet talking, no crying, not even selling your soul. The only thing that works is getting into a tent at 9am and claiming a table. The beer is served at 11am. You drink a beer stein in app. 30 minutes and you usually cannot drink more than five without some serious consequences. I think we are all smart enough to figure out that by 3pm you are insanely drunk … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds insane, right? It is. Me, Verena and one of my new colleague decided to be sneaky on Sat, Sep 22 and go at 11am which we thought was a reasonable time during Oktoberfest. Guess what, we were totally wrong, and it did not work, tents were too full already. We tried from 11am to 7pm while taking breaks in between and trying again. We could hear and smell and guess how great the party was inside, but we could not convince ANY doorman to get us in. Until some miracle worked... Miracle: some combination of Guenes the pretty Turkish girl in the pictures, her blond smiley co-worker with plunging neck line that already was in the tent and a Turkish bouncer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures that you see were taking within the following 3.5 hours. Tents close at 10:30pm and we HAD to catch up with other people that were there (since 9am). Amazingly enough, there were still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://new.photos.yahoo.com/album?c=jula1978&amp;aid=576460762328598745&amp;pid=&amp;wtok=gbS7BGSKLfG27be2N5jf_A--&amp;ts=1161766905&amp;.src=ph"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; PICS here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-116058888740268986?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/116058888740268986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=116058888740268986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116058888740268986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/116058888740268986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/10/devil-wears-lederhosen.html' title='Devil wears Lederhosen'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115758038985168135</id><published>2006-09-06T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:06:29.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pope in, me out.</title><content type='html'>Am going to visit Shawn and NY from September 9th until 11th. I have been now in Germany for two and half months and now so looking forward to going to NY for a couple of days to breath some dirty air and get all stressed out about the noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While am gone Pope will stop by Munich and have millions of people in the city. Too bad I will be missing the whole excitement of "German Pope".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115758038985168135?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115758038985168135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115758038985168135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115758038985168135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115758038985168135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/09/pope-in-me-out.html' title='Pope in, me out.'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115619629837284864</id><published>2006-08-21T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:25:11.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent ? Fraud?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/jula1978/detail?.dir=/1f9are2&amp;.dnm=c5d4re2.jpg&amp;.src=ph"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/Robbie_me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How would you like to have a Super Power? A Super Power that you did not get from a spider bite but one that you have got for by being in obnoxious and loud and funny and gross ? By taking drugs, turning on your friends, collecting tatoos, doing pretty much everything that you Mom told you not to do? And by doing this, you turn into a Superman that commands 50 000 people with a smile and a stupid joke. Girls offer you treesomes and guys beg you to take them on stage. How do you do it? I bet Robbie has no idea how it happened...  Somewhere between another rehab and Europe looking for an Anti-Pop-Hero, Robbie reemerged as the Pop-Idol of our time from the ashes of his boygroup time... Thank you, Serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you all that? Well, I went and saw him on his current World Tour in Vienna this last weekend. ... I do not remember how the concert was, what the decoration was like, whether Robbie sang badly or well. Because we managed to be so CLOSE to the stage that I dont remember much of anything .... except being completely mesmerized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really close. We saw everything, the Calvin Klein underwear, the sweat, the  hairy chest, the hole in some rugged old jeans, the insecurity in the eyes when something flew on stage. But we also saw something I cannot describe that made us screaming and stretch our hands towards him. I wonder whether the effect that Elvis had  on people of his time was stronger ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know he does not mean anything he says or does. I know he is shallow and rude. But there is something so fascinating about him and his demeanor (on stage). By some wild chance everything he does speaks to me and pretty much all the other twenty-something-year old in Europe. And yea, we realize that its all a show... Who cares, we want more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/jula1978/detail?.dir=/1f9are2&amp;.dnm=c5d4re2.jpg&amp;.src=ph"&gt;HERE ARE SOME PICS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115619629837284864?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115619629837284864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115619629837284864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115619629837284864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115619629837284864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/08/talent-fraud.html' title='Talent ? Fraud?'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115590555257617068</id><published>2006-08-18T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:13:10.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With Robbie in Vienna</title><content type='html'>I am not going to explain who Robbie is, its assumed that you know him.. I am going to see his concert this weekend in Vienna (August 19th). A concert that also will be taped which ensure that Mr. Entertainer will try his hardest to give the best concert possible. This is also why me and Verena will go there at 11am to get in line for a concert that starts at 9pm. We are nuts, I know.  Lets hope we don’t "come undone"* by the time he comes around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Little Robbie Joke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115590555257617068?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115590555257617068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115590555257617068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115590555257617068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115590555257617068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/08/with-robbie-in-vienna.html' title='With Robbie in Vienna'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115468410088760989</id><published>2006-08-04T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:40:32.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The coolest head bang EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/i4_210599_107_s17362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/i4_210599_107_s17362.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, that was not neccessary!!! I love you, too. But if you interested in this fan article, please contact Julia Timoshenko's Office somewhere in the Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I guess you have to be able to read Russian to get it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115468410088760989?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115468410088760989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115468410088760989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115468410088760989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115468410088760989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/08/coolest-head-bang-ever.html' title='The coolest head bang EVER'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115407649249175220</id><published>2006-07-28T04:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T04:53:00.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolfgangsee Fotos</title><content type='html'>I was honored by the best photographer in the world :) Wolfgangsee is a picturesque little place with best sunsets and smallest bike trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/jula1978/album?.dir=/f476re2" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/IMG_2651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115407649249175220?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115407649249175220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115407649249175220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115407649249175220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115407649249175220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/07/wolfgangsee-fotos.html' title='Wolfgangsee Fotos'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115394599230860010</id><published>2006-07-26T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:34:26.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never again loose a sock!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.littlemissmatched.com"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.littlemissmatched.com/missmatched/Images/photo_gallery/lotsofmm2-sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great stuff. I will never have to buy matching socks ever again. My never ending problem finally solved. It is also great way to stay young, since its marketed to young girls. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115394599230860010?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115394599230860010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115394599230860010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115394599230860010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115394599230860010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-again-loose-sock.html' title='Never again loose a sock!!!'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115386266023212252</id><published>2006-07-25T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:29:35.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How is Wolfgangsee like Des Moines</title><content type='html'>When I came to New York two years ago, I did not know many people and felt a bit out of place even though I really wanted to be there no matter what. Three weeks after arrival  I practically ran away to see a friend of mine in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;q=des+moines,+ia&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=41.600553,-93.609009&amp;spn=0.252112,0.86792&amp;t=k&amp;om=1" target=_blank&gt;Des Moines&lt;/a&gt; in Iowa. The only thing I wanted is to be around someone who cares about me and makes me feel better about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As announced three weeks ago, I have returned to Munich. The circumstances are a bit sad. Mom is really sick. Shawn is very far. New York is very far. I do have some friends from before but I still feel really out of place. This is why last weekend I ran away to see a familiar face in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;q=Saint+Wolfgang,+Ober%C3%B6sterreich+Austria&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=47.742325,13.460312&amp;spn=0.113358,0.43396&amp;t=k&amp;om=1" target=_blank&gt;Wolfgangsee&lt;/a&gt; in Austria. We spent some time together, and magically, I felt better. Frankly, if she had time to see me in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;q=TOMBOUCTOU,+mali&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=16.784163,-3.009911&amp;spn=0.16139,0.43396&amp;t=k&amp;om=1"&gt;Timbuktu&lt;/a&gt;, at this point I would have  done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those two places are the same for me. Both places in the middle of nowhere with a friendly face whom takes a couple of days to make me feel good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can anyone guess who those two people are that I visited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115386266023212252?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115386266023212252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115386266023212252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115386266023212252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115386266023212252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-is-wolfgangsee-like-des-moines.html' title='How is Wolfgangsee like Des Moines'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115245776426611632</id><published>2006-07-09T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T11:18:20.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And... I am back</title><content type='html'>I returned to Munich to start my traineeship with a German bank that recently has been taken over by an Italian bank. On one hand I am happy to be back on the other its sad to leave NY. NY is an unique place to be and not many cities around the world can compete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, its nice to be back in the summer : Munich's Biergardens and lots of cafes are very inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is of course the issue of a massive culture shock, but I guess it will not be as bad as the one I went through when I was 15 and my parents decided to move from then Sovjet Union to West Germany :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115245776426611632?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115245776426611632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115245776426611632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115245776426611632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115245776426611632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-i-am-back.html' title='And... I am back'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115245807087856581</id><published>2006-07-02T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:07:19.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My going away party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://share.evite.shutterfly.com/action/pictures?a=67b0de21b33e163a6544&amp;sid=0AaNG7ds1aMmLko" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/julianes%20going%20away%20046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my going away party was fantastic!!! I have invited tons of people and 35 decided to join me at a Korean BBQ and later at a bar. I was so happy that I forgot that as the host I really should not be drinking that much. Well parts of the party are going in and out in my memory, but the important part was that I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all of you for being there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.evite.shutterfly.com/action/pictures?a=67b0de21b33e163a6544&amp;sid=0AaNG7ds1aMmLko"&gt;Here are some pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Juliane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115245807087856581?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115245807087856581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115245807087856581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115245807087856581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115245807087856581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-going-away-party.html' title='My going away party'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115031629645319649</id><published>2006-06-14T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:21:44.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/DSC02730.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of pictures, it was an absolutely gorgeous afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/DSC02733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/DSC02728.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really did not think it was quite Hawaiian standards, apparently I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/DSC02735.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115031629645319649?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115031629645319649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115031629645319649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115031629645319649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115031629645319649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/06/aloha.html' title='Aloha ?'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115031570202913536</id><published>2006-06-14T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:08:22.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps into the Holy Grail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/DSC02723.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple store is build into Manhattan like Pyramide du Louvre into Paris. Upside down. Underground. Well lit. Its located at the end of Central Park and right in front of FAO Schwarz. Lots of touristy traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/DSC02721.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its open 24hours and unless you are a Mac fan its not very spectacular. I am not, so I was impressed with the cleaniness and availability of the toilets. This much for Holy Grail ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115031570202913536?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115031570202913536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115031570202913536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115031570202913536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115031570202913536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/06/steps-into-holy-grail.html' title='Steps into the Holy Grail'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-115031290183595565</id><published>2006-06-14T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:52:12.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MBA not Manager ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/jula1978/album?.dir=/df34re2&amp;.src=ph&amp;.tok=phVdwBFBLD3efsqU"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/cap00009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its done. Its over. Commencement, graduation parties, grades are out... On one hand its really sad that the two years of grad school are over and now I have to join work force again, but on the other hand there is a huge feeling of accomplishment. I have a great GPA (Notendurchschnitt), a great job and an advanced degree. But am so sad to leave New York :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now just hanging out and going to every party and every concert I can sneak into. Some of my friends are leaving everyday to go home to their respective countries, but most of them are staying to chase the American Dream. (By now I believe that business schools in the States are a two-year attempts to mold any foreign souls into clay that  American dreams are made of. They are good at it. I succumbed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there are some pictures. The ones with Cap&amp;Gown (very very cool American thing) were taken at Madison Square Garden. That's where I had my commencement ceremony (Abschlussrede) with other 3 000  graduates. The other pictures were taken at the graduation party of the smaller Honors MBA Program (~46 people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and make comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. First person to recognize what book I am referring to in the title of this blog will receive my used book "How to interview as a Top MBA" signed by me :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-115031290183595565?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/115031290183595565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=115031290183595565' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115031290183595565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/115031290183595565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/06/mba-not-manager.html' title='MBA not Manager ;)'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-114996887146343728</id><published>2006-06-10T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:47:51.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True, true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC02683.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-114996887146343728?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/114996887146343728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=114996887146343728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/114996887146343728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/114996887146343728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/06/true-true.html' title='True, true'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-114546249550074711</id><published>2006-04-19T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:04:46.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays rock :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC02643.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its today and its sad. I still have two more years to go for the first real breakdown, but today can qualify as a first time I actually feel older with all the negatives attached to it. But being older also means getting some really nice things like Tiffany's jewelry and an awesome huge bouquet of calla lilies. Definitely an upgrade :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC02639.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 17 plus outside (Celsius that is) and I will be roaming the streets, drinking Frappuccinos and reading my book in Central Park. I have a spring vacation and its nice out. Life is good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... AND THANK YOU for all the calls, cards and presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Juliane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-114546249550074711?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/114546249550074711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=114546249550074711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/114546249550074711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/114546249550074711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthdays-rock.html' title='Birthdays rock :)'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-114504885722838271</id><published>2006-04-14T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:31:15.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs a hero</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile, I know. The reason for the abstinence is that I am in a phase of deep confusion about my future. Even as imminent as tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Good Friday and I decided to not do anything but observe a day of absolute non-thinking. I watched a movie my mom gave me last week when I visited her in Germany.  The movie is called "statskij sovetnik" and its a Russian new classic. One author has been emerging as an absolute best-selling-hero-creating author and I love him. His name is Boris Akunin and he writes fictional novels about Erast Fandorin. Erast is what I consider the new Russian hero. Even a country that has a mandate to forget the last 70-75 years of its life because these years are commonly considered a mistake needs a hero. Now, this hero cannot be a hero from the future or the recent past. He has to be a hero from an era before the country took a wrong term. Well, meet Erast Fandorin. Erast is blue blooded well educated council on foreign affairs. There are half a dozen books written about his adventures. He solves impossible crimes with gentlemen-like elegance without destroying his hair and makes a Russian feel great about his heritage (well if you can erase the 70 years of Soviet time from your mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, rumor is that Elijah Wood will be playing handsome and young Fandorin and Paul Verhoeven will be directing the play "Azazel". Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-114504885722838271?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/114504885722838271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=114504885722838271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/114504885722838271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/114504885722838271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/04/everyone-needs-hero.html' title='Everyone needs a hero'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113988656049030840</id><published>2006-02-13T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:09:20.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Food Culture</title><content type='html'>I finally found a backery on my way from work that sells pretzels. This is what I used to buy as my afterwork snack in Germany. The pretzels are a bit bigger than the ones sold in Germany and bit more expensive. But the difference is that before I could get my hands on it was MICROWAVED.  Do you do this to bread? Do you microwave bread? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, me and Anna, one of my Russian friends here in New York went to &lt;a href="http://www.dtut.com"&gt;DTUT&lt;/a&gt;. DTUT is a pretty hip coffee lounge which serves coffee, offers nice chairs and couches, and caramel fondue! The weird thing about the place they serve coffee in beer mugs! Do you do this to a fine beer mug? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, New Yorkers love Bavarian culture (Brezel and Beer Mugs)... They are just lost in translation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113988656049030840?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113988656049030840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113988656049030840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113988656049030840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113988656049030840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/02/strange-food-culture.html' title='Strange Food Culture'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113658097382106742</id><published>2006-01-06T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:48:14.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 seconds of fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/Shawn_und_Speer.avi"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/shawn_moviestar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn was an extra in a German TV movie called "Speer und Er". Speer being Hitler's architect and "Er" which also means "He" in German being Hitler. Shawn spent a day at the set, got a free hair cut and has been feeling important ever since. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/Shawn_und_Speer.avi"&gt;Click here to see the movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113658097382106742?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113658097382106742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113658097382106742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113658097382106742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113658097382106742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/01/40-seconds-of-fame.html' title='40 seconds of fame'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113657880869802865</id><published>2006-01-06T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:20:08.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazakhs are content</title><content type='html'>And now I know why: In 2005 there were 20 tons of drugs seized in Kazakhstan. The largest consignment was that of 64 kilograms of heroine. Peace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113657880869802865?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113657880869802865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113657880869802865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113657880869802865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113657880869802865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2006/01/kazakhs-are-content.html' title='Kazakhs are content'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113588241236198213</id><published>2005-12-29T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:53:32.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/xmaspicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/xmaspicture.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys, Shawn and Heath gave me the most beautiful picture which I was eyeballing for a longest time. Its huge and its the first real decoration in our apartment!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS, guys!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113588241236198213?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113588241236198213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113588241236198213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113588241236198213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113588241236198213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-christmas-present.html' title='My Christmas Present'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113545234579275708</id><published>2005-12-24T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T14:25:45.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big sky in Montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC02079.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC02087.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC02075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC02075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113545234579275708?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113545234579275708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113545234579275708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113545234579275708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113545234579275708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-sky-in-montana.html' title='Big sky in Montana'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113538042353155809</id><published>2005-12-23T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:27:03.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/new_montana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/new_montana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs Milan? Montana sells most fashionable hats :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its beautiful weather here. It will be my first real Christmas. As you might know I grew up in Soviet times and religion was banned. We celebrated New Years in a big fashion, but Christmas something nobody heard of. My did start to celebrate once we moved to Germany in 1993, but our celebrations are more of a family get together without much tradition or "real Christmas spirit". I am intending on finding it here in Montana with Shawn's family. For starters, EVERYONE gets a present on time. That's a new concept for me. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113538042353155809?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113538042353155809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113538042353155809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113538042353155809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113538042353155809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-hat.html' title='My new hat'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113536539709021647</id><published>2005-12-23T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:16:37.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike in NYC</title><content type='html'>Wow, that was something. I could never believe that MTA people actually would strike. I perceive public transportation in New York as the blood of an organism - i did not believe NY can function one day without it. The pictures from 1980 - last time MTA striked looked horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened anyways, and smattered my belief in being able to control universe throught thoughts :) The negotiations were going on a couple of days before, but of course the actual shutdown happened on the second day of my final exams (three in total). School decided to postpone the exams for a week or longer. Which is bad, because I wanted to travel to Montana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One teacher had mercy with us and told us if we can make it to school she will be there and we can take the exam. And I had to make a decision, an expensive one - to take a cab or a lenghty one - to walk. I walked, 50 blocks. It was actually kind of nice. I had a feeling of shared pain and joy with tons of people that also decided to walk this morning. I am sure, people walking the Brooklyn Bridge felt the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day the exam was cancelled but I had to go to an interview, which was only 30 blocks away. I decided to take a cab, which progressed at a speed of 2 blocks per 10 minutes. This was unexceptable for 15 dollars a ride and I walked the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over, I am extremely impressed with people from New York - I barely heard any complaining or blaming. Everyone, including waiters from delis, secretaries and managing directors from investment banks went to work. For people from Queens and Brooklyn this meant up to 2-4 hours in freezing cold or up to $50-80. By the way, the mayor, Mike Bloomberg made a point of walking the Brooklyn Bridge every morning with everyone. Nice gesture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat off, New Yorkers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113536539709021647?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113536539709021647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113536539709021647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113536539709021647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113536539709021647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/12/strike-in-nyc.html' title='Strike in NYC'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113285402359694639</id><published>2005-11-24T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T12:40:23.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Way to Wealth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vedomosti.ru/newspaper/article.shtml?2005/11/24/99916" target=_blank&gt;A survey&lt;/a&gt; showed what Russians believe is the way to become rich in their life time: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- marry rich - 18%&lt;br /&gt;- become a politician - 18%&lt;br /&gt;- inheret a fortune - 17%&lt;br /&gt;- steal - 8%&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so 61 % of Russians do not believe in hard work ... what does it tell you about the mentality??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..... so proud to be Russian ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113285402359694639?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113285402359694639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113285402359694639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113285402359694639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113285402359694639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/11/russian-way-to-wealth.html' title='Russian Way to Wealth'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113088337394725789</id><published>2005-11-01T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:22:30.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutch Disease</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have found the definition and some historical evidence for what I think its wrong with Kazakhstan today. Its economy is infested with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dutch_Disease" target=_blank&gt;Dutch Disease&lt;/a&gt; and it means that an economy grows at a very fast pace (9.8%) by selling its natural resources to the rest of the world. Which artificially boosts image of a country but does not advance a society in any way. There is no investments in business development, or lowering the unemployment rate(~20%), or increasing the average income per capita (~$1000 ). I am not even mentioning what happens to the environment, since Kazakhstan wants to become #1 in uranium and coal production. But most importantly, there is no initiave from Kazakhstani government to (fully) support my grandma (77) who lived in Temirtau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritage.org/Press/Commentary/032603c.cfm?RenderforPrint=1"&gt;Read more &gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Can you tell I am preparing for my delegates mission on behalf of Central Asia to Westpoint? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113088337394725789?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113088337394725789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113088337394725789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113088337394725789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113088337394725789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/11/dutch-disease.html' title='Dutch Disease'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113068834160531327</id><published>2005-10-30T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:48:06.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiza - The movie about Kazakhstan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0406216/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/picture_this/schizo__shiza_/schizoposterbig.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to Netflix I am catching up on movies that I wanted to see but they are so hard to find in Blockbuster. Anyways. Shiza is a movie about a boy in Kazakhstan. The story evolves in time right after the independence declaration (some people also call it the collapse of the Soviet Regime). Great movie by a female director. 4 international awards. It shows Kazakhstan at its most rural roots, something I have not experienced when I lived there because I actually lived in a city (&lt;a href="http://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/kz.html" target=_blank&gt;Quaragandy&lt;/a&gt;). But it gives you an idea about Kazakhs, the nature and the whole Vodka thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, someone who did not know my origins had called Kazakhstan "crappy" and after realizing that he just insulted my home country he corrected it to "hardship country". Well, I was glad he knew about the country since its only 15 years old and the guy was an American. And it made me realize how little people know about the country. I did teach a couple of kiddies about Kazakhstan in New York's public schools naively thinking that they were the ones that need education. Little did I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...If anyone wants to educate themselves about Kazakhstan you can watch the movie, its rural Kazakhstan but it gives you some idea about people that live there. Better know little than nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com/MovieDisplay?trkid=73&amp;movieid=70027130"&gt;Rent it from Netflix...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113068834160531327?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113068834160531327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113068834160531327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113068834160531327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113068834160531327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/10/shiza-movie-about-kazakhstan.html' title='Shiza - The movie about Kazakhstan'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113054925398303989</id><published>2005-10-28T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:30:39.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schmoozing Marathon</title><content type='html'>Network, network and network. They say its the key. Yesterday was my networking day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Started off with an interview at on campus which lasted only 20 minutes but drained me as if it lasted 3 hours. Am being very professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Result:&lt;/span&gt; 1 business card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - 4:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on to another event at &lt;a href="http://www.hudsonhotel.com/" target=_blank&gt;Hudson hotel&lt;/a&gt; where some students from "emerging countries" are supposed to meet some high level executives from a big energy and petrochemicals company. We were treated to an amazing lunch. The hotel is kind of plain looking from the outside, but this is one swanky place. In a very urban cool kind of way, not your average luxury. I answered a couple of basic questions about Kazakhstan and got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 business cards&lt;/span&gt;. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5:30m - 11ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little tired I decided to skip class and go to a Fulbright reception instead and may be meet some new and existing Fulbrighters that just arrived. Sure enough it was a great party and I met some really interesting people: Greek psychologist, Russian philosopher, Russian Criminologist, Uzbek teacher and an Dutch architect. People are getting more interesting by each the glass of wine that I am indulging. Slowly losing my professionalism and trying to be funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Result: 1 business card but tons of contacts. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11ish- open end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling my feet but determined to test my body's limits I am off to the Mercury Bar and met with more friends. Somewhere after the first drink and arriving at home I completely lost my professionalism and was just hanging out with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Business cards: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOTAL: &lt;/span&gt;somewhat 14 hours of non-stop schmoozing and getting to know people from different backgrounds. Lets see where this networking thing is going. Am having fun so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113054925398303989?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113054925398303989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113054925398303989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113054925398303989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113054925398303989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/10/schmoozing-marathon.html' title='Schmoozing Marathon'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-113054690710254194</id><published>2005-10-28T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:50:11.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel vs. Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/layer_cake-150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/400/layer_cake-150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Daniel" as in the new Bond not as in Daniel Radcliffe. Today to shut my mind off I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0375912/" target=_blank&gt;"Layer Cake"&lt;/a&gt;. And I believe that Owen Wilson will have to move over to make some space for Daniel. The movie is called "Layer Cake" and its about gangsters. Very much like "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels" and "Snatch" by Madonna's husband. Daniel is playing an elegant, smart and brutal gangster. Kind of a mix between Jack Bauer in "24" and George Clooney in "Ocean's 11". The funny part about the movie is that he always moved like he was on a catwalk (in a very manly kind of way ;) And half of the time he somehow was missing his shirt... A "must see" to prepare for the James Bond movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-113054690710254194?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/113054690710254194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=113054690710254194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113054690710254194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/113054690710254194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/10/daniel-vs-owen.html' title='Daniel vs. Owen'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112870563336215811</id><published>2005-10-07T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:52:37.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Food Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC01773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC01773.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was really funny. Its on the same block as our apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112870563336215811?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112870563336215811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112870563336215811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112870563336215811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112870563336215811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/10/perfect-food-place.html' title='Perfect Food Place'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112860597742529860</id><published>2005-10-06T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:41:07.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest - 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/Oktoberfest_2005_web/" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/Oktoberfest_2005_web/images/01DSC01658.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend of September we went and saw my mom in Germany, she had a huge party for her 50th birthday. We believe it was bigger than our wedding 5 years ago. But before we got there, we stopped for one night at Oktoberfest to see some of our Munich friends and see Verena, who travelled 4 hours from Graz(Austria) to come see us. She has not seen Oktoberfest before and we made sure, she had a great time. Sorry for pictures that are blurry, but this is exactly what Oktoberfest looks like from inside ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Verena, Shawn and Clodi had b-days, thats why they got the "Lebkuchenherz" (yes, Stefan, its not just a COOKIE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112860597742529860?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112860597742529860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112860597742529860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112860597742529860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112860597742529860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/10/oktoberfest-2005.html' title='Oktoberfest - 2005'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112860501491321113</id><published>2005-10-06T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:23:34.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana - Fall 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/montana_sept_2005_web/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/montana_sept_2005_web/images/DSC01352.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We surprised Shawn's mom on her Birthday. Shawn, his brother Jon and his father, Martin have planned this for a month. Shawn's Mom, Shauna makes the best cinnamon rolls. &lt;br /&gt;We had a great time relaxing and destressing from the busy New York life. Take a look at the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112860501491321113?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112860501491321113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112860501491321113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112860501491321113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112860501491321113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/10/montana-fall-2005.html' title='Montana - Fall 2005'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112533888279526360</id><published>2005-08-29T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:08:02.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Pics Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/party_summer_2005_web/" target=_blank&gt;:: RANDOM PARTY PICS from GERMANY ::&lt;/a&gt; I added a couple of pictures here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112533888279526360?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112533888279526360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112533888279526360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112533888279526360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112533888279526360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/08/party-pics-update.html' title='Party Pics Update'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112533830366438567</id><published>2005-08-29T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:58:23.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The best of both worlds</title><content type='html'>A very interesting blog entry from someone who spent some time in Germany and the US. &lt;blockquote&gt;"... what Germany and the United States could learn from each other. (In no particular order.)..." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very true in most points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adaabroad.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-of-both-worlds.html"&gt;http://adaabroad.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-of-both-worlds.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112533830366438567?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112533830366438567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112533830366438567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112533830366438567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112533830366438567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-of-both-worlds.html' title='The best of both worlds'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112533378443515594</id><published>2005-08-29T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:53:49.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Westhampton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/westhampton_august_2006_web/" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/westhampton_august_2006_web/images/DSC01167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Shawn really needed a getaway. This is something we have after being apart for a while. As always we did not plan ahead of time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing that flying to Miami or the Caribbeans would be too expensive (the concept of last minute getaways is foreign to American travel agents) and that there were no hotels available anywhere on Long Island I was surfing the &lt;a href="http://newyork.craigslist.org/" target="_blank"&gt;craigslist &lt;/a&gt;on Friday night (2:25am) There was an add about a master bedroom being rented in Westhampton for $225 for the whole weekend which sounded really great to me. I sent out an email and went to bed knowing me and Shawn will have to spend the weekend here in Manhattan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10:30 am and had 2 emails in my inbox. 1 - Yes, the room is still available and we should call. 2 - The owner is off to the beach, we should call. Yieppieee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later we find ourselves at the train station and the owner who is the nicest guy picks us up from the train. We are shown the house which is on the main drag of Westhampton Beach and is beautifully furnished. Owner writes down the names of good restaurants, drives us to the beach which is only 10 min away and hands out the beach pass. Lucky for us, since that was the nearest beach (Rodgers Beach) and there was no way we could use it without the pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast. Perfect, not too crowed beach. They even leave their shoes at the entry(see one of the pictures). Sand is like brown sugar. Clean. Nice waves. Long walks on the beach. Good restaurants and good sight seeing of Hampton's villas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave early to get back to Manhattan at 10:30. Its all good, we are sunburned and happy. Now we can say we "summered in the Hamptons" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/westhampton_august_2006_web/" target=_blank&gt;:: WESTHAMPTON PICTURES :: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested to go, we can get you in contact with the owner of the house, he rents out rooms all year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112533378443515594?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112533378443515594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112533378443515594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112533378443515594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112533378443515594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-in-westhampton.html' title='Weekend in Westhampton'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112447443132490684</id><published>2005-08-19T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T14:00:31.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, rain</title><content type='html'>How much bad luck can I have????? Its RAINING in New York.... After 2,5 months of rain and cold weather of 15 Degrees Celsius (=60 Degrees Fahrenheit) in Munich I am finding myself for one day in nice and sunny Central Park. But only for one day since today and next couple of days it is supposed to rain... Wow, by the time skys clear up school will start back up.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have no other choice but saving my head from getting rained on in a bar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112447443132490684?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112447443132490684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112447443132490684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112447443132490684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112447443132490684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/08/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain, rain, rain'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112447387163617524</id><published>2005-08-19T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T13:51:11.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours of lunch boxes</title><content type='html'>Flying British Airways right after strike was not that bad. The personnel was supernice and trying to explain that all that they have to offer for drinks is a tap water which  was little difficult for some ladies to understand. They were passing out little lunch boxes at the gate to munch on in the plane since there was no other food aboard. I was thankful there were no delays after all and I made it back in time to meet my friends at the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several drinks later I was asleep around 2 am which was about 24 hours after I got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came to say hi!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112447387163617524?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112447387163617524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112447387163617524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112447387163617524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112447387163617524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/08/24-hours-of-lunch-boxes.html' title='24 hours of lunch boxes'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112371030133378692</id><published>2005-08-10T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:59:55.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes and Hellos</title><content type='html'>Not again. Leaving and saying goodbye is painful. The show must go on and I am going back to New York. Am super sad to leave my family and friends behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am leaving on 17th of August from Munich Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed the summer in Germany - THANKS everyone for taking care of me.. now its time to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 11th: Celebrating "Goodbye" one more time in Munich in the &lt;a href="http://www.juke-and-joy.de/reitschule.htm" target=_blank&gt;Reitschule&lt;/a&gt; - After Work Party, starting at 20:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17th: Celebrating me coming back to New York, at 19:00 at &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?oi=map&amp;q=1454+2nd+Av,+New+York,+NY" target=_blank&gt;Mo's Caribbean Bar&lt;/a&gt; corner of 76th and 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is welcome to join!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112371030133378692?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112371030133378692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112371030133378692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112371030133378692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112371030133378692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/08/goodbyes-and-hellos.html' title='Goodbyes and Hellos'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112363071835684147</id><published>2005-08-09T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T02:33:01.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality after Band 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/0805_103509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/200/0805_103509.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my newest friends, Christine and one of my coolest, Clodi were talking today about Harry Potter - the last book. Heated discussion: what should have been written, how it could have been lots better and how it should end. Dumbledore was too weak, Neville non-existent, Harry  a wimp... Its really funny how people get really excited about the book. The best thing  is that in the middle of the discussion was Christine shrieking "That's totally unreal how that and that happened!!!!" Which I thought was the best thing I heard from an over-10-year-old ever about wizards. ( Am not supposed to disclose her age here)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is, in fact, the sweetest thing. All fun and totally uncomplicated! I am charging a small fee for introducing her to worthy candidates :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112363071835684147?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112363071835684147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112363071835684147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112363071835684147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112363071835684147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/08/reality-after-band-6.html' title='Reality after Band 6'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112363154622120526</id><published>2005-08-05T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:52:26.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Gäbel feat. Volker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tomgaebel.de" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.tomgaebel.de/i/00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich war gestern auf einem Konzert in Brunnenhof der Residenz in München bei Tom Gäbel und die Band. Edles Venue, Edles Publikum - bestimmt 2 000 Menschen. Tom Gäbel soll angeblich die Stimme von Frank Sinatra geerbt haben (Frage ist nur, woher kommt dann der dt. Accent? Egal) Aber der ultimative Nachfolger von Sinatra ist für mich immer noch Robbie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich schweife ab.. Die Überraschung des Abends: wer spielt da hinten die Trompete mit einem Smoking und nach hinten gekämmten Haaren? Volker! Der Fulbrighter von New York, Student an der Manhattan School of Music, der Jazz Musiker des I-Houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganz links im Bild:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quatre-vents.co.uk/mario/ausland/typo3temp/5f8e1f5ebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.quatre-vents.co.uk/mario/ausland/typo3temp/5f8e1f5ebe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als ein richtiger Groupie bin ich am Ende hingerannt und habe mich mit ihm kurz unterhalten. Vorbei an dem Star des Abends zum Trompeter...:-) Geil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unterhaltung ging etwa so: &lt;br /&gt;Ja, das ist das 1.Mal, dass er mitgespielt hat. Nein, er wusste nicht, was er heute abend spielt. Ja, es war anstrengend und Lippen tun weh.  Er braucht eine Zigarette. Nein, er weiss nicht, wo sie morgen hin fahren mit der band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ach ja, wie kommt man zu so einem gig? Man wird halt angerufen :-) von dem kleinen Bruder von Tom Gäbel. networking halt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und ja, er kommt wieder nach NY, aber hat noch kein Visa oder kein Ticket. wahrscheinlich fuer ein semester, aber genau weiss er das auch nicht. Nur zu Info: ich habe mir ungefähr ein halbes Jahr vorher wahnsinnige Sorgen gemacht, wie ich das Visum bekomme und wie ich das Studium finanzierem soll. Aber nicht der Volker. Bewundernswert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112363154622120526?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112363154622120526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112363154622120526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112363154622120526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112363154622120526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/08/tom-gbel-feat-volker.html' title='Tom Gäbel feat. Volker'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112211189774163278</id><published>2005-07-23T05:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T06:04:55.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noooooo Gekko Greedy here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094291/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.film-dimension.de/gfx/db/n_3658.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0155267/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://homepage3.nifty.com/gotaka/sin/etomas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I have been accused of being greedy and compared to Gekko Gordon. Because I want to be in private equity and because I want to make lots of money. The concept of private equity has been discussed broadly in Germany lately at ALL levels. One politician decided to score some points in a long lost election campaign and called private equity people "locusts" (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt;="Heuschrecken"). They are responsible for the high unemployment rate in Germany - 10%(compared to 5% in the US) because the come and destroy companies by firing people (also called "streamlining" in business schools). They do all this because they are all GREEDY. &lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, I am greedy because I want to work for them. Hmmm... Well frankly, may be its true. But at least I don't want to be compared to Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas in "Wall Sreet") - much rather to Thomas Crown(Pierce Brosnan in "Thomas Crown Affair"). Both movies are about reckless and filthy rich business men in some sort of M&amp;A business. Well in Michael Douglas case its cruel and in Pierce Brosnan case its just cool and dandy. Its all about the attitude, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112211189774163278?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112211189774163278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112211189774163278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112211189774163278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112211189774163278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/noooooo-gekko-greedy-here.html' title='Noooooo Gekko Greedy here'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112181504019419894</id><published>2005-07-19T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:27:44.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen the Wedding Crasher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingcrashersmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.weddingcrashersmovie.com/downloads/wc_07_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of my friends - Clodi and Christine felt pity for me after reading my recent blog about &lt;a href="http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/owen-vs-harry.html" target=_blank&gt;Owen Wilson and Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;. So tonight we made ourselves presentable and good smelling (tuna salad for fresh breath and red wine for pretty whities) and went to see the funniest movie I have seen in the long time. Its shallow, its stupid ... its perfect and its not everyone's thing. You have to be a hard core fan of the crooked nose and the mild voice to LOVE every movie by the man. Well I am. I laughed very hard until I cried. Best line of the night: "We are venture capitalist brothers from New Hampshire"."What is that..that you do, exactly?"."Hmmmm, you know this and that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Harry - nice guys always have to wait. And by the way you have been getting some attention - am at page 105 now - 500 more to go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112181504019419894?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112181504019419894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112181504019419894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112181504019419894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112181504019419894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/owen-wedding-crasher.html' title='Owen the Wedding Crasher'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112176202185241652</id><published>2005-07-19T04:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T04:35:24.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tango-maldito.de/index1.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.tango-maldito.de/0_home/0_bilder/0_bild1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you can dance Tango every night of the week in Munich? I tried it last night and once I get back to NY I will be torturing Shawn to actually learn how to do this together. Last night I was  with a very nice guy that I did not know before which made the whole experience a bit awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing for the girl is to let the guy lead her. Which could have a therapeutical effect on many emancipated women that emancipated ways to fast and are lost between "the guy should open the door for me" and "why should I wait for a guy to approach me". And most of the girls I know are somewhere in-between - may be except my old fashioned Russian mom. Yea - and I am probably the one in most acute need for such therapy.... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tango scene was much younger than I imagined, the venue "Praterinsel" was beautiful and the live orchestra "Cuarteto Silencio" made up for the initial uncomfortableness. There was one couple that danced outside in the rain with an umbrella - very romantic....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112176202185241652?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112176202185241652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112176202185241652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112176202185241652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112176202185241652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/tango.html' title='Tango'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112172473338375913</id><published>2005-07-17T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T03:45:28.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen vs. Harry</title><content type='html'>Owen Wilson and Harry Potter are fighting for my undivided attention. Both of them are joys I cannot share. Reading is not that much fun with someone and watching Wedding Crasher - well lets say I've had trouble finding ANYONE who would be willing to watch this movie with me (volunteers step up!). Now with the limited time that I have here in Munich (forget all that stuff I was saying about having too much time on my hands) I have to choose. Will that be Harry that I preordered and went miles to pick up my package or will that be Owen that I have to go watch at tiniest theather Museum Lichtspiele which also happens to be be only one that would show the movie in English..... Noone is leading yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - am back "home" August 17th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112172473338375913?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112172473338375913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112172473338375913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/owen-vs-harry.html' title='Owen vs. Harry'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112172598847332266</id><published>2005-07-15T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T18:40:37.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/Picture%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the time back home has been a blast - drinking, partying, meeting old and new friends. All that in a hurry since there is not that much time left and I have to see everyone at least once. That's all understandable and stuff. I don't have to be at work until 9 am and the work has been not all that challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real craziness starts here: every weekend I am in Bamberg visiting my parents - remember its one of the reasons I am here in Germany. On Saturdays however I usually go out and this is not pretty. Usually stay out until 5 am and absolutely kill myself with  lots of "fire water". The reason for that - unknown. There are only handful bars in Bamberg that me and my g-friend Natasha are visiting - Il Centro to warm up, Calimeros, Boleros and Manhattan Cocktail Bar to finish off - sometimes even Downstairs to dance. One word to Manhattan Cocktail Bar: i have never seen this place sober but from what I can tell its my substitute for real Manhattan - an English speaking owner and New York Strawberry Cheese cake (not that I like it but anyways). Usually we are too embarrassed to go back but always end up going anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop this self-destruction and go back to the expensive real Manhattan - so I will rehab. That was my confession and now I feel better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the picture is at Schweinfurt Honky Tonk with Eva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112172598847332266?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112172598847332266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112172598847332266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112172598847332266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112172598847332266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/self-destruction.html' title='Self-destruction'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112172622397389810</id><published>2005-07-09T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T18:37:03.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorothea in  Bamberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC01104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC01104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/1600/DSC01097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/454/320/DSC01097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomate was in Bamberg this weekend. Went to theather and ate my moms food. Hope she liked it. Here are some of pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112172622397389810?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112172622397389810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112172622397389810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112172622397389810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112172622397389810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/dorothea-in-bamberg.html' title='Dorothea in  Bamberg'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112068822737080813</id><published>2005-07-06T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T18:17:07.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay hungry. Stay foolish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baruch.cuny.edu/" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.baruch.cuny.edu/images/header.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slogan of Baruch College is "American Dream Still Works". My friend, Aman, has just  sent me one more I could use when I feel poor and unfortunate again:&lt;br /&gt;"Stay hungry. Stay foolish" from the commencement speech of Steve Jobs at Stanford. &lt;a href="http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html" target=_blank&gt; ::Read the whole thing::&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder if Steve Jobs gives Stanford graduates that kind of speech - what would he tell Baruch graduates? hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112068822737080813?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112068822737080813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112068822737080813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112068822737080813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112068822737080813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html' title='Stay hungry. Stay foolish.'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112068753719328051</id><published>2005-07-06T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T18:09:32.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing off Long Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/sailing_june_2005_web/" TARGET=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/sailing_june_2005_web/images/DSC00711.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before I left to Germany we went sailing. Well sailing for beginners. I have mastered the chicken jive. Guenes actually turned out to be a natural. Its only $ 30 per person a day - to find on http://newyork.craigslist.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/sailing_june_2005_web/" target=_blank&gt;:: PICTURES ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112068753719328051?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112068753719328051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112068753719328051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112068753719328051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112068753719328051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/07/sailing-off-long-island.html' title='Sailing off Long Island'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-112016866557236370</id><published>2005-06-30T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:55:22.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no hear.... Servus!</title><content type='html'>Hi there - as most of you know I am now in Germany completing an internship at a small arm of a big tech company in Munich. As a good MBA candidate I am doing this  summer internship and as a good daughter I am visiting my family while am here. Yes, I am a bad wife in this case :)&lt;br /&gt;Germany: Clean air, cheap food, cheap beer, horrible fashion and lots of time to kill. You know them union contracts won't allow you to work 24/7. I seem to have gotten over the culture shock of being re-introduced to Bavaria again and to the very slow pace of life which they call "Gemütlichkeit". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I work during the week, go out at night and on the weekends go to Bamberg where my parents and relatives live. Sometimes like this weekend I make an exception and go to Schweinfurt - my university town. Its really unfair to call this small and industrial little black hole "university town" but I will do this anyway. This weekend I have been invited to party at Honky Tonk festival and meet some of my study buddies ("ex" ones, Aman, don't get jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find some pictures of my first couple of weeks here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/Bamberg_family_062005%20web/" target=_blank&gt;:: FAMILY IN BAMBERG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family at Bamberg bbq-ing away. Its PG 13 for use of drugs, make sure you are appropriate age if you watch them. My family fits most of the Russian stereotypes - macho society with lots of vodka to support their views. I love them all to death. The lady in orange is my Mom - Raisa. She talks a lot and likes to cook.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/tegernsee_june_2006_web/" target=_blank&gt;:: Mountains around Munich  - Tegernsee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful spot. Its very strange to find out that this kind of tourist's attraction was only 1 hour away from where Shawn and I used to leave before we went to NYC. However : This is where the cows go to spa (otherwise known as "Alm"), people love to  dress in national attire and call girls by the funny name "Dirndl" which also happens to be the national Bavarian dress for women. Adorable... We went to one of the legendary "Waldfest" which turned out to be very interesting experience. Day later we went to hike in the mountains. Believe me this is much more difficult then it sounds. As reward of getting to the top we had some "Weisswurst" with Brezen and enjoyed amazing view of the lake Tegernsee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/munich_summer_2005/" target=_BLANK&gt;:: MUNICH ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some impressions from the summer town of Germany. Starts of with pictures of my roommate Dorothea and her lovely aparment. Then some beer gardens, old buildings, Bavarian pride, some posters and stuff. This is the touristic part of town and I will shot some more en vogue Munich hang outs. Stay tuned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/juliane_tiny_june_2005_web/" target=_blank&gt;:: Little Juliana ::&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No ... these are not my childhood pictures - will spare you the excitement of looking at old black and whites in Sowjet style. Shawn and I actually are god parents of an amazing little girl - Juliana Pet. She is almost 2 and one day will save the world by being either very smart or very pretty :) You know either cure the cancer or just "world peace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/party_summer_2005_web/"&gt;:: PARTY ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are just some pics ... more to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pförti.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cannot get enough -  here are some older pictures from New York and New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/memorial_day_2005_web/" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;:: MEMORIAL DAY 2005 ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/New_Orleans_2005%20web/" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;:: MY NEW ORLEANS TRIP IN MARCH ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/juliane_bday_2005_web/" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;:: PICTURES FROM MY BIRTHDAY ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: BALL GAMES - &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/Baseball_mets_05172005_web/" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;METS &lt;/a&gt;AND &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn/yankees_05072005_web/"&gt;YANKEES ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-112016866557236370?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/112016866557236370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=112016866557236370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112016866557236370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/112016866557236370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-time-no-hear-servus.html' title='Long time no hear.... Servus!'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111255503165710943</id><published>2005-04-03T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:42:42.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc Broussard</title><content type='html'>Verena hatte es geschafft, ich bin mit zu einem Konzert von Marc Broussard gekommen. Noch ziemlich unbekannter 22-jaehriger Bursche aus Lousiana. Sehr klein und mit einer rahuen tiefen Stimme. Er singt einen Mix aus Jazz und Alternative und schreibt seine Lieder selbst. Heath hatte uns das eine Lied geschickt - wir waren hin und weg. Lied heisst &lt;a href="http://www.islandrecords.com/marcbroussard/site/assets/popups/player/playaudio.las?id=6814535670" target="_blank"&gt;Home &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dann hat unser Konzertexpert auch ein Konzert von ihm gefunden in einer relativ kleiner Halle und nur fuer 15 dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die 1.Vorgruppe war ein weibl. blondes Geschoepf, dass sich beim Klavierspielen die Seele aus dem Leib geschriehen hatte - war aber gut. Die 2. Vorgruppe war Will Hoge - tja eher eine schlechte Imitation von "wir-sind-rockstars" - die haben ausgesehen, wie nach einem make-over von Bubi zu Rockstar. Waren auch nicht besonders gut. Ueberaschenderweise habe ich auch zwei meine Studenten getroffen - Rachel und Rich. Und... mir war es voll peintlich, dass ich auf einem Konzert bin von einem "Backstreet Boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dann kam der kleine Marc - meine Schaetzung - 1,65m hoechstens. Und alles war wieder gut. Er ist wahnsinn live, die CD von ihm ist wirklich mittelmaessig - eher backstreet-boyish. Aber live hat er uns sofort ueberzeugt. Mit schuechternen Laecheln und der ganzen Familie im Schlepptau hat er sogar Silvana und mich als Konzertkritiker sofort "gewooed". (to woo smb = jmdn. umwerben). Nach dem 2. Song haben wir uns ueber T-Shirt Kauf unterhalten und am Ende des Konzerts waren wir die stolzen Besitzer &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/2136/640/marc%20broussard%20029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;des verschwitzen Handtuchs&lt;/a&gt;. Und peinlich war mir auch nichts mehr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hightlights: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) dem Marc sieht man richtig an, wie sehr er das Singen liebt und wie natuerlich es fuer ihn auf der Buehne zu stehen. &lt;br /&gt;(2) Marc schaut wie der Jack Bauer aus!! Genau so klein und die Stimme genauso tief...&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/24/"&gt;(Kiefer Sutherland in 24)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Und wir haben sein Handtuch (habe ich das schon erwaehnt)? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danke Verena und Heath! War echt gut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111255503165710943?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111255503165710943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111255503165710943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111255503165710943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111255503165710943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/04/marc-broussard.html' title='Marc Broussard'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111221019250668253</id><published>2005-03-30T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:16:32.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Cold</title><content type='html'>Ich kann das nicht glauben, dass ich seit 3 Tagen daheim sitze. Habe eine Erkaeltung - und muss mich ausruhen. Es ist schwierig, in dieser pulsierenden Stadt DREI Tage nur daheim rumsitzen - ich spuere ja fast richtig, wie das Leben an mir vorbei laueft. Ich musste heute 3 Termine absagen - eines davon Arbeit. Hier ein grosser Unterschied zum deutschen Arbeitsgesetz: Bei einer Krankmeldung wird das Gehalt nicht automatisch weitergezahlt. Jeder Vertrag hat unterschiedliche Abmachung - mein Vertrag haelt fest, dass ich pro Woche 1 Stunde "sick leave" aufsammel'. Krass, gell. Zu meinem Glueck bin ja fast 8 Wochen am arbeiten und darf heute bezahlt daheim bleiben. Wenn ich allerdings morgen daheim bleibe - dann werde ich nicht mehr bezahlt. Tja, die amerikanische Wirtschaft ist ein wenig anderes ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111221019250668253?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111221019250668253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111221019250668253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111221019250668253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111221019250668253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/03/nasty-cold.html' title='Nasty Cold'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111190590974490992</id><published>2005-03-27T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:20:50.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawn in the City</title><content type='html'>Sarah Jessica Parker hatte gestern Geburtstagsparty in Plaza Hotel. Shawn war dabei ... leider nur als Security. *Seufz* Mr. Big war da und Shawn behauptet, Mr. Big sei ueberhaupt nicht gross und chaut sehr alt aus. Wer glaubt denn so was. Die "Carrie" hatte eine White Tie und Ball Gown Party als Geburtstagsgeschenk zum 40. Geburtstag bekommen. "Miranda" war mit ihrer Freundin auch da. Juliane war leider nicht dabei, hofft aber auf eine aehnliche Party zu Ihrem 40. Geburtstag - was ja noch Jaaaahre entfernt ist. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95097117@N00/7460868/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/7460868_96aca678fc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95097117@N00/7460868/"&gt;NYC with Silvana 004 small&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95097117@N00/"&gt;BYOB Kenobi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Juliane, Silvana, Verena und Isaac waren auch an dem Abend unterwegs. Hier ist ein kleiner &lt;a href="http://anotherwasteoftime.blogspot.com/2005/03/night-out-on-town.html"&gt; Bericht im Sex-in-the-City-Jedoch-Sehr-Maennlich Stil&lt;/a&gt; von Isaac. Ein Paar Bilder sind wohl auch dabei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111190590974490992?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111190590974490992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111190590974490992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111190590974490992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111190590974490992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/03/shawn-in-city.html' title='Shawn in the City'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111190431105872427</id><published>2005-03-27T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:20:57.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amerikanische Nachrichten</title><content type='html'>Vorgestern hatte sich in Kirgisien eine Revolution ergeben - die Regierung wurde umgestuerzt und der Oppositionschef aus dem Knast befreit um die Presidentenstelle zu besetzten. Menschen werden umgebracht, verletzt, vergewaltigt. Aus humaner Sicht - katasptrophal. Zu Politik auessere ich mich hier nicht. Woher wusste ich das sofort? Ein Newsletter von n-tv.de hat es mir ein Paar Stunden spaeter berichtet. Ich schau sofort auf die New York Times und Wall Street Journal - was sehe ich da als Headzeile "Schiavo's Eltern verlieren den Kampf". Schiavo is eine Frau, die seit 15 Jahren kuenstlich am Leben erhalten wird und jetzt hat ihr Mann es bewirkt, dass ihr die Magensonde rausgenommen wird und sie dann von Hunger und Durst sterben wird. Eine sehr schlimme Geschichte - traurig und hilflos. ABER: Wie kann es sein, dass die Revolution in Kirgisien, bei der hunderte von Menschen verletzt werden, keine Titelzeile verdient?  Ist es nicht die schlimmste Nachricht des Tages? Ist ein Streit, der seit 15 Jahren angeht, wirklich Breaking News? Spiegel.de, Stern.de, Bild.de, gazeta.ru hatten die Nachrichten aus Kirgisien zu gleicher Stunde sehr prominent dargestellt. NYtimes.com, washingtontimes.com, wsj.com hatten Kirgisien's Revolution entweder sehr klein oder gar nicht auf der Seite. Traurig.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Falls jemand sich nicht mehr sicher ist, ich bin aus Kasachstan nicht Kirgisien. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111190431105872427?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111190431105872427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111190431105872427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111190431105872427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111190431105872427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/03/amerikanische-nachrichten.html' title='Amerikanische Nachrichten'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111086711213120213</id><published>2005-03-15T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:13:25.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrationsalarm</title><content type='html'>Blackberries sehe ich ueberall - Subway, Uni, Arbeitsplatz. Es ist eine Marke von den PDAs, die e-Mailfaehig sind. Wahrscheinlich faellt es mir auf, weil ich auch eins gerne haette. Nichts desto trotz sehe ich immer wieder das gleiche Verhalten: auch die hoefflichsten Menschen ziehen das Ding sofort raus, wenn es vibriert. Man unterhaelt sich ganz nett mit jemanden - dann redet man als ins Leere fuer ein Paar Minuten, denn der Blackberry Besitzer muss die e-Mail(die GERADE ERST angekommen ist) gleich ansehen. Sucht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich mal ein Blackberry habe, werde ich mich trotzdem auf meine Gespraechspartner konzentrieren, auch wenn es vibriert. I promise ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Nach meinem Gefuehl ueberwigt die Anzahl der IPods immer noch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111086711213120213?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111086711213120213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111086711213120213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111086711213120213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111086711213120213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/03/vibrationsalarm.html' title='Vibrationsalarm'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111086492135831051</id><published>2005-03-15T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:35:21.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Information overload</title><content type='html'>Schön gesagt. Herbert Simon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;... a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111086492135831051?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111086492135831051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111086492135831051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111086492135831051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111086492135831051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/03/information-overload.html' title='Information overload'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111076860887498555</id><published>2005-03-13T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:08:16.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a Life Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jula_nyc/6484517/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/6484517_5daab6196a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jula_nyc/6484517/"&gt;beads&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jula_nyc/"&gt;juliane_nyc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Am Wochende, 3-6 Maerz durfte ich zu einem Fulbright Enrichtment Seminar fliegen. Fulbright hat die Reisekosten, Hotel und Essen bezahlt. Ganz aufgeregt sind wir aus allen Ecken von USA nach New Orleans geflogen. "Wir" - 140 Fulbrighter aus 70 Laendern, die im Moment in USA studieren. Nach 3,5 Stunden Flug hofften die verfrorenen New Yorker auf 20 Grad Waerme. Leider war es durchwachsen und ein wenig kuehl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Thema vom Seminar war "Gleichberechtigung von Frauen auf Arbeitsplatz und in Akademia". War meine 3.Wahl, denn das Thema mag ich persoenlich ueberhaupt nicht. Aber gut, in New Orleans laesst sich das aushalten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wir checken in, finden unsere Mitbewohner - nach Studiengang abgestimmt. Ich treffe Angeliki von Griechenland, die ihren MBA in Buchhaltung macht an der University of Texas in Austin. Sehr lebensfroh und nett. Bin gluecklich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die naehchsten Tage verliefen sehr schnell. Seminar tagsueber, interessante Diskussionen mit Frauen, die in Ihrer Kultur mit Machismo kaempfen muessen (Argentina) und Maennern, die 4 Frauen haben duerfen (Marocco). Immer wieder schreit ein Westafrikaner: "Lasst uns bitte wesentliche Sachen besprechen, unsere Menschen haben nichts zu essen und ihr unterhaelt Euch hier ueber Kleinkram". Eigentlich haben die ja Recht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An einem Tag haben wir eine Montessori Schule besucht, ueber unsere Laender erzaehlt. Ich - als alter Profi, ueberhaupt kein Problem damit gehabt ;) Dann abends sind wir zu Familien in New Orleans gefahren, jeweils 4-5 Studenten. Authentisches Essen, wieder Diskussionen um Westafrika und Bilderzeit ;) Toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeden Abend sind wir natuerlich auch brav in die Bourbon St, die Wichtigkeit der Strasse ist vergleichbar mit der Luitpoldstrasse in Muenchen. Die Qualitaet allerdings mit Ballerman 6 auf Mallorca. Es gibt viele Live Bands, billiges Bier und ueberall regnet es Beads. Zu Mardi Graz werden die Beads auch geworfen, nach dem die Maedels ihre Brueste freimachen. Aber wir mussten das nicht machen. Die Atmosphere ist ansteckend, jeder bruellt und tanzt. Ein wenig wie Oktoberfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nach 3 Tagen und 3 Naechsten fuehlen wir uns alles superwohl und treffen immer noch neue Gesichter, bei 140 Menschen auch kein Wunder. Leider muessen wir nach Hause, hastig werden Emails ausgetauscht, Einladungen vergeben und manch einer kuckt auch ganz traurig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle denken sich: "Wann werde ich wieder mit so vielen interessanten Menschen zusammenkommen in solch ungezwungener Umgebung" - wahrscheinlich nicht wieder. Deswegen "once in a life time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Manche waren aber auch sehr praktisch orientiert. Sie haben mit jedem Fulli ein Foto gemacht, als Beweis fuer spaeter. Fullies werden oft sehr erfolgreich - Bill Clinton z.B.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111076860887498555?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111076860887498555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111076860887498555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111076860887498555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111076860887498555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/03/once-in-life-time.html' title='Once in a Life Time'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111076983915047245</id><published>2005-03-07T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:16:27.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jula_nyc/6168735/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/6168735_b360d9accd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jula_nyc/6168735/"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jula_nyc/"&gt;juliane_nyc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Das Wochenende war unvergesslich. Ein Fulbright Wochenende mit vielen anderen Fulbrightern aus der ganzen Welt. Ein kleiner Bericht folgt.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111076983915047245?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111076983915047245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111076983915047245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111076983915047245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111076983915047245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-orleans.html' title='New Orleans'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-111034349202481384</id><published>2005-02-20T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:15:42.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gates in Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jula_nyc/sets/161716/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/6480551_0d00bbbc9a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jula_nyc/sets/161716/"&gt;The Gates&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jula_nyc/"&gt;juliane_nyc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ich war jetzt endlich im Central Park. Gleich zwei Mal beim Schnee und Sonnenschein. Shaut Euch die Gates an und die Menschen, die sich in dem Park getrieben haben.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier geht es zur &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jula_nyc/sets/161716/show/"&gt;Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-111034349202481384?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/111034349202481384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=111034349202481384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111034349202481384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/111034349202481384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/02/gates-in-central-park_20.html' title='The Gates in Central Park'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110894180137586621</id><published>2005-02-20T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:30:49.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Das muss mir jemand erklären...</title><content type='html'>In meinem neuen Job untersuche ich die Open Source Bewegung. Die meisten Artikel darueber sind geschrieben von den Hippie Programmierern, die vor 10 Jahren die Idee verwirklicht haben. Sehr spannend, wahrscheinlich ist es auch die Zukunft der Softwarewelt. Keine Sorge, ich werde hier mich nicht darueber auslassen, was ich von Open Source halte (das habe fuer &lt;a href="http://team10blog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;den Blog in der Uni&lt;/a&gt; geschrieben). Ich muss nur einen Satz mir Euch teilen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are two unifying centripetal forces working against the unlimited centrifugal forces of dispersion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer soll das verstehen und welcher angeblich logisch denkender Mensch schreibt denn so was? Bin dankbar fuer jede Uebersetzung.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110894180137586621?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110894180137586621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110894180137586621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110894180137586621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110894180137586621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/02/das-muss-mir-jemand-erklren.html' title='Das muss mir jemand erklären...'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110852426608024543</id><published>2005-02-15T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:11:46.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was haben The Gates und  Nicole Richie gemeinsam?</title><content type='html'>Shawn hat einen Teilzeitjob als "Security Special Agent". &lt;a href="http://www.wireimage.com/GalleryListing.asp?navtyp=gls====99395&amp;VwMd=i" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 3px; float: left;" src="http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/shawn_nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In den letzten zwei - drei Wochen hat er mehr Stars und Sternchen gesehen als in seinem ganzen Leben. &lt;a href="http://www.wireimage.com/GalleryListing.asp?navtyp=gls====99986&amp;VwMd=i" target="_blank"&gt; Premiere von Hitch &lt;/a&gt; mit Will Smith und Missy Elliot, Fashion Week - &lt;a href="http://www.wireimage.com/GalleryListing.asp?navtyp=gls====101111&amp;amp;evntI=1152" target="_blank"&gt;DKNY&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wireimage.com/GalleryListing.asp?navtyp=GLS====100501&amp;evntI=1152&amp;amp;c4nvi=3&amp;str=5680&amp;amp;styp=clbi&amp;nbc1=1" target="_blank"&gt;Marc Jackobs&lt;/a&gt; etc, Einweihung von dem neuen Hochhaus - Buergermeister Bloomberg, Gouverneur Pataki und pers. Bewachung der Nicole Richie bei &lt;a href="http://www.wireimage.com/GalleryListing.asp?navtyp=gls====99395&amp;amp;VwMd=i" target="_blank"&gt;Cosmogirl Party&lt;/a&gt;. Leider darf ich NIE mit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Arme hat es schon schwer: muss nachts aufgestylt aus dem Haus, immer einen Anzug tragen und so viele halbnackte Menschen bewachen. Ist doch wahr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heute hat seine Firma die Autogrammstunde von Christo and Jeanne-Claude bewacht. Daher auch die Zeitschrift mit der Originalunterschrift und ein Teil des Stoffes. (Die Veranstalter haben Angst, dass die Gates auseinander genommen werden von den Touries, daher haben die vorgesorgt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/christo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/christo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was mich als schwerbeschaeftigter MBA Student betrifft: Wir wohnen nur 15 minuten vom Central Park. Die Gates von Christo and Jeanne-Claude sind seit dem 12. Februar aufgestellt und Tausende Besucher stroemen in den Park. Ich habe leider die Ausstellung noch nicht life gesehen. Aber dieses Wochenende ganz bestimmt - und dann gibt es richtige Fotos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110852426608024543?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110852426608024543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110852426608024543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110852426608024543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110852426608024543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/02/was-haben-gates-und-nicole-richie.html' title='Was haben The Gates und  Nicole Richie gemeinsam?'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110803955349088196</id><published>2005-02-10T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T07:45:53.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch... Carly is weg.</title><content type='html'>Ich denke, jede Frau, die eine Karriere in Business anstrebt hat gestern nachmittag gezuckt. Die Carly Fiorina, CEO von HP "wurde gegangen". Eine Ära ist vorbei.  Sie war ein Star und eine Inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danke, Carly, dass du uns gezeigt hast, dass auch Old Boys Clubs zu brechen sind und eine gut aussehende Frau zu was im Business bringen kann. 21 Mios ($) ist die Abfindung. Hoffentlich macht Sie eine eigene Firma auf - bitte nicht aufgeben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110803955349088196?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110803955349088196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110803955349088196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110803955349088196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110803955349088196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/02/ouch-carly-is-weg.html' title='Ouch... Carly is weg.'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110792042350491414</id><published>2005-02-08T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:00:43.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gefaengnis - ich komme!</title><content type='html'>Gestern hatte ich ein Vorstellungsgespraech bei Gefaengnisbehoerde. IT Abteilung. Der neue CIO, der aus Privatsektor kommt und erst seit 2 Jahren im oeffentlichen Dienst ist - braucht Unterstuetzung. MBA Unterstuetzung meint er. Gespraech dauert zwei Stunden - dannach gibt es einen Handshake. Job ist meins. Verschiedene Projekte - mehr oder weniger CIO Assistenz mit Projektmanagement. Der Job wird besser bezahlt als die Assistenzstelle in der Uni und hoert sich viel besser an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z.B. hat der Kael Goodman (CIO) die biometrische Automaten aufgestellt. Die Menschen auf Bewaehrung gehen zu so einem Automaten, lassen die Hand einscannen (pruefe ob lebendig und ob richtige Groesse) und melden sich auf diese Weise bei den Bewaehrungshelfer. Toll, oder? 26 Stueck sind in New York aufgestellt. Und so aehnliche Projekte sind es. Das beste ist, ich kann endlich meine Russischkenntnisse einsetzten. Aus irgendeinem "unerklaerlichen" Grund sind alle Anwendungen auch in Russisch gemacht - die Kunden sind wohl sehr oft Russen. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110792042350491414?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110792042350491414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110792042350491414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110792042350491414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110792042350491414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/02/gefaengnis-ich-komme.html' title='Gefaengnis - ich komme!'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110757641782864486</id><published>2005-02-04T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:10:26.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentoring a la Harvard</title><content type='html'>Schule hat wieder begonnen. Wall Street Journal wird wieder abonniert. Stress baut sich rapide an. Jeder ist aber dieses Semester sofort dabei. Keiner sucht nach einer Wohnung  oder schaut sich Sehenswuerdigkeiten an. Alle Hausaufgaben werden sofort gemacht und Buecherei ist mit den MBAs bereits in der 2. Woche voll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeder steht unter Stress ein Super-Praktikum bei einer Super-Firma zu finden. Unser Career Management hat ein sehr hilfreiches Program ins Leben gerufen - Mentoring Program. Jeder interessierte Student bekommt einen Paten, der in der gewuenschten Branche bereits ein Paar Jahre arbeitet, Wir sollen uns ein Mal im Monat treffen und alles moegliche Besprechen - UND Vitamin B aufbauen. Das soll angeblich bei Praktikumsuche helfen ;). So wie die richtigen Top Unis (ivy league) das auch machen. Finde ich super - mein Mentor ist in Business Development von IBM und arbeitet bereits 40 Jahre. Bin sehr gespannt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Verkuppeln (Mentor-Mentee) fand an einem Morgen um 7.30 in der Frueh(!) statt. Nach dem Prinzip - Speed Dating. Jedes Student bekommt 10 Minuten Zeit mit dem potentiellen Mentor und soll das Beste geben. Dannach werden Fragebogen mit Namen ausgeteilt und man darf den "attraktivsten" Kandidaten auswaehlen. Richtig amerikanisch. Mein Mentor hat mich bereits in Vorfeld ausgesucht. Sein Nachname ist Goldstein - ich denke, er hat mich nach Nachnamen ausgesucht. Leider konnte er nicht dabei sein - macht gerade Urlaub. Besser so, ich dulde keine Konkurrenz ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110757641782864486?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110757641782864486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110757641782864486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110757641782864486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110757641782864486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/02/mentoring-la-harvard.html' title='Mentoring a la Harvard'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110678664881433416</id><published>2005-01-26T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T19:49:17.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wohnung anyone?</title><content type='html'>Shawn ist jetzt offiziell ein Immobilienbroker in New York. Bitte weiterempfehlen, falls jemand eine Wohnung in New York braucht. Proudly introducing the most charming real estate broker in New York:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/shawn_licence.JPG'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glueckwuensche zu bestandenen Prüfungen werden unter &lt;a href="mailto:shawn.silberhorn@gmail.com"&gt;shawn.silberhorn@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; angenommen ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110678664881433416?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110678664881433416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110678664881433416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110678664881433416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110678664881433416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/01/wohnung-anyone.html' title='Wohnung anyone?'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110671178735988733</id><published>2005-01-25T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:51:49.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard 2005</title><content type='html'>Also, ein Paar Tage hat es hier ja richtig geschneit. Die Stadt wurde sofort in ein Ausnahmezustand versetzt. Alle Nachrichtensender im TV und Radio meinten nur : "Bitte daheim bleiben - nicht rausgehen". Alle Nachrichtensender hatten ein Logo "Blizzard 2005" - wie bei Tsunami. Durfte man eigentlich nicht vergleichen. Michael Moore hat aber doch ein wenig Recht, hier wird sehr schnell Angst verbreitet - 40 cm Schnee ist doch kein Ausnahmezustand, oder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wir waren mit Silvana in einem Cafe in Soho und haben aus dem Fenster geschaut. Ich komme ja aus Kasachstan - Schneestuerm bedeutet fuer mich bissl was anderes als starker Schneefall mit ein wenig Wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/snowday/' target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/snow_collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Central Park am nächsten Tag gab es eine Menge Menschen: Touristen mit Kameras, kleine und grosse Kinder mit Schlitten, Skifahrer und... Menschen, die fürs Laufen SCHNEESCHUHE hatten!! So ist es, die richtigen New Yorker sind eben auf alles vorbereitet. Sie haben auch das richtige Schuhwerk im Schrank.... Eigenartiges Volk. Wie hoch ist die Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass man solche Schneeschuhe in New York auch wirklich braucht? Hat auch jeder New Yorker eine Tauchbrille, wenn es eine Überschwemmung gibt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/snowday/" target="_blank"&gt;&gt;&gt; Ein Paar Bilder von Schneesturm und Tag dannach in Central Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110671178735988733?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110671178735988733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110671178735988733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110671178735988733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110671178735988733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/01/blizzard-2005.html' title='Blizzard 2005'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110599885224035729</id><published>2005-01-11T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:16:33.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meine erste Klasse </title><content type='html'>Brooklyn. 2:30 pm. 15 Kinder schauen mich mit grossen Augen an. Ich und die Betreuerin von dem Program sind die einzigen Weissen im Raum. Ich fange an mit "Does anyone know what or where Kazakhstan is?". Keine Antwort, nur Kopfschütteln. Ok, ganz ruhig - deswegen bin ich ja da.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Präsentation habe ich wie angefordert interaktiv gestaltet - Frage-Antwort Stil. Aber der Höhepunkt der Präsentation war auf jeden Fall das Video von der kasachischen Pop-Folk Gruppe "URKER". &lt;a href="http://www.urker.kz/eng/video/index.php" target='_blank'&gt; Hier ist ein Link zum Download &lt;/a&gt;, wenn jemand das sich anhören will  (ca. 7 MB). Die Kiddies haben einfach wie gebahnt auf mein Laptop gestarrt und die coolen Kasachen bewundert. Am Ende der Praesentation gab es eine Kleinigkeit zum Naschen(nicht für mich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/global_classroom/' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/global_classroom/images/170496350205_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hatte zwei Klassen zu unterrichten - die 10 Jähriger und die 8 Jährigen. Alle hatten sie große Probleme sich für eine Stunde auf mich und meine Präsi zu konzentrieren. Aber mein Video hat mich am Anfang und Ende jeder Präsi gerettet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zwei Kuriositäten. Die erste richtig komische Frage war: "Habt ihr McDonalds?" und die zweite, weniger komisch, aber erschrekend: "Habt ihr genug Militär, um Euch von Euren Nachbarn und Terroristen zu schützen?" Alle Versuche zu erklären, dass wir im Frieden mit unseren Nachbarn wohnen haben zu nichts geführt. "Die kommen einfach über die Grenze marchiert mit deren Tanks und Gewähren - was macht ihr da nur? Ihr MÜSST aufrüsten!!!" Irgendwann habe ich einfach mit den Schultern gezuckt und meinte, danke  für die Frage und die Tipps zu unserer Verteidigung. Tja, solche Jugend wächst gerade in Amerika. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am Ende habe ich mich ziemlich ausgelaugt gefühlt, aber mit dem Gefühl, was für die amerikanische Gesellschaft getan zu haben. William Fulbright, du wärest richtig stolz auf mich! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nächsten Freitag gehe ich zu einer anderen Schule in noch ärmerer Gegend. Dort war ich letztens als ein anderer Studi über Japan referiert hat. Die Kiddies haben nicht gewusst, was ein "Theater" oder "Passport" ist. Ich denke, ich werde noch mehr Videos von Kasachstan suchen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/global_classroom/' target='_blank'&gt;   &gt;&gt; ALLE BILDER &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110599885224035729?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110599885224035729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110599885224035729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110599885224035729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110599885224035729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/01/meine-erste-klasse.html' title='Meine erste Klasse '/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110550502189955682</id><published>2005-01-09T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T16:55:39.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Klein Bukhara</title><content type='html'>Um den Globus fuer 2 Dollar? Es ist moeglich in New York. Auf der Suche nach irgendwas zum Futtern fuer die Schüler in der öffentlichen Schule in Brooklyn(meine erste Präsentation über Kasachstan), habe ich mich gefragt: Hier gibt es China Town, Little Italy, Little Odessa - da muss es auch ein Viertel geben, in dem ich ein Paar Süßigkeiten aus Zentralasien kaufen kann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ich wurde fündig. In Queens gibt es eine kleine Einkaufsmeile,  die in fester Hand der Bukhara Juden ist. &lt;a href='http://www.schaetze-der-welt.de/denkmal.php?id=144' target='_blank'&gt;Bukhara&lt;/a&gt; war eine Oasis Stadt an der Seidenstrasse. Die Stadt liegt in Tadjikistan, und ja, Kasachstan ist was anderes. Viele Lebensmittel sind aber gleich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dollar ärmer, 40 Minuten später waren wir in Little Bukhara. Shawn ist natürlich mit, man weiss ja nicht, wie sicher Queens ist :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Einkaufsmeile war visuell nicht besonderes beeindruckend. Ein Paar Geschäfte mit Russischen Schriftzügen (Sowjet seid dank) und überall "Koscher"-Schilder. Jeder spricht ein Mix aus Tadjikisch-Hebräisch-Russisch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Suche began. Ein Paar Geschäfte hatten spezielle Gerichte von Usbekistan und ein Paar hatten Gewürze. Beides hat nicht so gepasst fuer 8-jähirge. Auch den kleinen &lt;a href='http://p-farfor.narod.ru/img/piala230.jpg' target='_blank'&gt;Pialas&lt;/a&gt; musste ich auch wiederstehen. Die Kiddies stehen bestimmt nicht auf so was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mittagszeit: echter Kebab und russische Chebureki. Alles in russischen Cuisine ißt man mit Sauerrahm. Auch &lt;a href='http://www.millionmenu.info/eng/recipes/collection/drecip4242/' target='_blank'&gt;Chebureki &lt;/a&gt;. Ganz ungeduldig haben wir nach Sauerrahm gefragt - die Bedienung war entsetzt und nur gemurmelt: "hier ist alles kosher". Ach so, dann eben kein Sauerrahm :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War wohl eine Inspiration: anschließend haben wir uns fuer &lt;a href='http://www.halva.co.il/' target='_blank'&gt; Halva&lt;/a&gt; entschieden. Das ist ein sehr süßer Mix aus Sonnenblumerkernen, Mandeln, Sesam Kernen und Honig. Sehr süß - aber soooooo gut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Minuten später waren wir wieder auf der Insel. Tja, New York ist wirklich eine Stadt, in der man wirklich ALLES finden kann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110550502189955682?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110550502189955682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110550502189955682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110550502189955682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110550502189955682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/01/klein-bukhara.html' title='Klein Bukhara'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110485197275192366</id><published>2005-01-04T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T10:24:50.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years in New York</title><content type='html'>Wir haben uns gegen Times Square entschieden - keine leichte Entscheidung gewesen. Ich waere sehr gerne dort mir tausenden Menschen. Allerdings nach eine kurzen Umfrage der Fubrighter in New York haben wir uns doch gegen stundenlanges Anstehen ohne Akohol und Toilette entschieden. Die Live Uebertragung haben wir dann an einem Bildschirm im &lt;a href='http://www.mustanggrill.com/' target="_blank"&gt;Mustanggrill&lt;/a&gt; an der Upper East side gesehen. Da haben wir naehmlich Silvester gefeiert. In New York ist Do-it-yourself-Feuerwerk nicht erlaubt. Weiterhin ist Alkohol im Freien verboten. Sprich - Silvester mit Prosecco in der Hand und Feuerwerk aus Aldi rechts und links war nicht drin. Dafuer gab es punkt 12 "New York, New York" von Frank Sinatra. Hat auch was :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuensche allen erfolgreiches Neues Jahr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/new_year_2004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/new_year_2004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110485197275192366?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110485197275192366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110485197275192366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110485197275192366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110485197275192366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-in-new-york.html' title='New Years in New York'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110426745501164855</id><published>2004-12-28T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T17:38:19.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party in New York</title><content type='html'>wie bereits erwaehnt faellt bei uns Party nicht zu wenig aus. Anbei sind ein Paar Fotos von uns in Mo's und Plaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo's ist eine Bar, die jetzt nur 2 Blocks von unserem Apartment entfernt ist. Warum gehen wir hin: 1 USD Margharita mittwochs fuer Maedels. Plaid ist ein Club, der freitags freien Eintritt und eine Stunde Open bar hat - von Fulbright empfohlen... Nach dem die eine Stunde Open Bar vorbei ist - sehr ereignisvoll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York ist die Stadt der Open Bars. Open Bar  = all you can drink. Viele Bars und Clubs haben so was fuer eine oder zwei Stunden. Mittlererweile sind wir froh, wenn es nur eine Stunde ist ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/2004_11_party/' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/2004_11_party/images/DSC00052.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/2004_11_party/' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MEHR PHOTOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meistens enden unsere Partynights in Diner an der 86th und 2 Avenue. Fuer Verena gibt es dann einen Burger mit Pommes, Shawn isst 2 Eggs mit Corn Beef Hash und die Bilder wiedergeben die Stimmung :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/2004_12_diner/' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/2004_12_diner/images/DSC00073.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/2004_12_diner/' target='_blank'&gt;&gt;&gt;MEHR PHOTOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier sind auch Bilder von Uni -Weihnachtsparty. Wieder eine Open Bar fuer 3 Stunden :( Sagen wir mal so, wir haben alle unser Stress abgebaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ofoto.com/BrowsePhotos.jsp?showSlide=true&amp;Uc=zebcnbr.9nctw3kz&amp;Uy=-7tc1hc&amp;Upost_signin=BrowsePhotos.jsp%3fshowSlide%3dtrue&amp;Ux=0' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/general/xmasparty2004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ofoto.com/BrowsePhotos.jsp?showSlide=true&amp;Uc=zebcnbr.9nctw3kz&amp;Uy=-7tc1hc&amp;Upost_signin=BrowsePhotos.jsp%3fshowSlide%3dtrue&amp;Ux=0' target='_blank'&gt;&gt;&gt;MEHR PHOTOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110426745501164855?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110426745501164855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110426745501164855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110426745501164855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110426745501164855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/12/party-in-new-york.html' title='Party in New York'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110400177660756341</id><published>2004-12-25T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T14:15:37.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Die Bilder sind von dem Rockefeller Center - Mekka fuer Touristen zur Weihnachtszeit, wenn man die Bilder genauer betrachtet - sieht man ja auch wieso :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/xmas2004juliane_blog.JPG'&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110400177660756341?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110400177660756341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110400177660756341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110400177660756341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110400177660756341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-xmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Xmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110360573579249736</id><published>2004-12-20T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:11:13.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalt. Pruefungszeit.</title><content type='html'>Ab heute frueh ist offiziell Winter in New York. Saukalt und windig. Das erste Mal zweifel ich daran, ob es die richtige Entscheidung war, nach New York anstatt nach Hawaii oder Florida zu gehen. Die Wohnung muss auch wintergerecht gehandwerkt werden - Fenster und alle moeglichen Spalten isolieren. Denn ueberall zieht es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uebrigends sind Eva und Chris bei uns zu Besuch. Leider habe nicht so viel Zeit fuer die beiden, denn es ist die Pruefungszeit - Shawn vetritt mich aber ganz gut. Aber die zwei sind gut beschaeftigt, die Macht des starken Euros in schwachem Dollarland auszuleben. Shawn und ich wissen jetzt genau wo alle Outlets und guenstige Einkaufsmoeglichkeiten gibt (TJMaxx und Filene's Basement sind die Geheimtipps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals. Heute habe ich Statistik geschrieben - morgen Finanzen - uebermorgen Buchhaltung. Sehr anstrengend. Dafuer gibt es dann eine Belohung: Weihnachtsparty mit 3 Stunden Open Bar mit den Studies. Bestimmt sehr amuesant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110360573579249736?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110360573579249736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110360573579249736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110360573579249736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110360573579249736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/12/kalt-pruefungszeit.html' title='Kalt. Pruefungszeit.'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110323842997463279</id><published>2004-12-16T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T18:09:52.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hood</title><content type='html'>Wie angekuendigt - ein Paar Photos von unserer Nachbarschaft. Es sind tausend viele kleine Shops und Restaurants. Alle moeglichen FastFood Ketten und natuerlich Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/04.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/02.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/06.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/01.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/05.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/03.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/Blogpics/07.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110323842997463279?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110323842997463279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110323842997463279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110323842997463279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110323842997463279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/12/hood.html' title='The Hood'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110229456203957562</id><published>2004-12-05T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:50:02.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Richtige New Yorker</title><content type='html'>Meine Damen und Herren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es ist so weit - wir sind richtige New Yorker. Vor drei Tagen sind wir in eine kleines Studio eingezogen. An der Upper East Side. 76 Strasse und 2 Avenue. Es ist der Wahnsinn. Mein Traum ist wahr geworden - ich wohne und studiere in Manhattan. Jeden Morgen darf ich meinen Weg zu Ubahn mit den hupenden Taxis und gestressten New Yorkern bestreiten. Es hört sich komisch an, aber das ist genau das, was ich an New York liebe. Ok, Ok - Aparment. Keine Ahnung wie gross oder klein es ist, aber schaut selbst die Fotos an. Ich gebe zu, nach deutschen Standards ist es totales Loch, ABER nicht nach New York Standards. Ehrlich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/640/DSC00004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/320/DSC00004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/640/DSC00015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/320/DSC00015.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ich erwarte keine Komplimente. Im Gegenteil, denke ich, dass ihr mich für verrückt erklärt, dass ich für so was 1200 dollar im Monat zahlen werden. Glaubt mir einfach, es ist die unterste Grenze für ein Studio in Manhattan. Shawn und ich hatten ein Riesenglück, ein Apartment zu finden, welches auch Hunde erlaubt. Aber was sage ich da, Shawn hat fast 2 Wochen ununterbrochen gesucht. Und gefunden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Übrigends hier kommt das Beste an dem Apartment - Rainshower. Das ist ein Luxus, auf welches ich nie wieder verzichten möchte. Aus der Dusche möchte man einfach nicht aussteigen. Macht süchtig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/640/DSC00012.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/320/DSC00012.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansonsten haben New Yorker Apartments viele kleine Nachteile: Wände sind absolut nicht schallproof, Fester nicht isoliert und Wasserdruck so gering, dass man beim Einzug sofort einen "Entstopfer" besorgt. Mahlzeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber wartet, bis ich die Bilder von der Nachbarschaft poste, die sind richtig gut. Dann versteht mich sogar meine Mutter. Sie hatte nähmich die Bilder von dem Apartment schon gestern per e-Mail bekommen - ihr Reaktion war ungefähr so: "Ich denke, Deine Oma in Kasachstan hat eine bessere Wohnung." Omas Wohnung ist schrecklich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alles egal - Wir sind richtige New Yorker und stehen über solchen Kleinigkeiten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110229456203957562?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110229456203957562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110229456203957562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110229456203957562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110229456203957562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/12/richtige-new-yorker.html' title='Richtige New Yorker'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110171103020504877</id><published>2004-11-29T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T01:52:46.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungunternehmer Bryan</title><content type='html'>Die ersten 3 Wochen habe ich als Nachmieter in einem Apartment gewohnt. Der Bryan, der mir das Zimmer weitervermietet hat, ist 24. Er ist nach ein Paar Jahren an der Wall Street nach Hause gegangen. Nach Californien, um seine eigene Firma aufzumachen. Fuer die Kenner: Trading Commodities (Stahl). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vor ein Paar Tagen habe ich mit ihm telefoniert und natürlich aus reiner Hoeflichkeit gefragt, wie es seiner Firma so geht.. Denn "JEDER" weiss doch, dass es mindestens 2-3 Jahre dauert, bis es einer neugegründeten Fima gut geht... Seine Antwort war einfach: Die Firma habe ich von ein Paar Tagen verkauft und werde für die nächsten Paar Jahre einfach mein Leben geniessen... (Fuer die Nicht-BWLer: es handelt sich hier um sehr viel Geld, die er fuer seine Firma bekommen hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBA hin und her, manchmal denke ich, viellicht würde es reichen, einfach intelligent zu sein? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110171103020504877?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110171103020504877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110171103020504877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110171103020504877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110171103020504877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/11/jungunternehmer-bryan.html' title='Jungunternehmer Bryan'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-110170529911449914</id><published>2004-11-29T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:36:31.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/640/friends_thanks2004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/320/friends_thanks2004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;von links nach rechts : Linda von Norwegen, Heath von Iowa, Verena von Österreich und wir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Wochenende war richtig lang - von Mittwoch nachmittag bis Sonntag. Ich habe mir eine mentale Pause gegöhnt - keine Minute gelernt oder gelesen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath war bei uns zu Besuch. Nach seiner Ankunft haben wir uns in unserer Suit - Jugendherberge auf der Upper West Side bequem gemacht um die nächsten Tage richtig geniessen zu können. Kurz zu der Wohnungssituation : seit der Shawn hier ist wohnen wir in einer Jugendherberge - Bad im Gang. Mir bleibt nichts erspart. Es gibt allerdings Neuigkeiten - dazu später. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Idee war es, den Heath von New York so zu überzeugen, dass er in April wie geplant auch wirklich nach New York zieht. Ich denke, es ist uns gelungen. Auf dem Programm standen die Klassiker Sehenswürdigkeiten: Staten Island Fähre, Times Square, Central Park usw. Für das Nachprogram inklusiver meiner Freundinen Verena und Linda war ja auch gesorgt. Alle, die Heath ein wenig kennen - wissen, dass sobald Mädels im Spiel waren, hat Heath sich Null für meine durchgeplante Touren interessiert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WICHTIG: Wenn jemand Juliane besucht, ist es wichtig - SEHR begeistert New York und die Sehenswürdigkeiten aufzunehmen. Es ist auch dann egal wie toll und anstregend das Partyprogram ist (dafür ist selbstverständlich auch gesorgt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am naechsten Morgen sind wir die Macys Thanksgiving Parade ansehen gegegangen - tolle aufgeblasene Riesenbaloons in Form von allen möglichen amerikanischen TV Zeichtrickfilmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/640/DSC00371.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/320/DSC00371.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicht weniger aufgeblasen waren die Cheerleader Mädels, die komische Fahnen geschwungen haben und bei 13 Grad Ohrenschützer aufhatten. New York hört sich zwar kalt an - aber jeder sollte die Wetterfee konsultieren, bevor man aus dem Haus/Hotel/Jugenherberge rausgeht. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also gut: ich habe keine Bilder von den Winter Cheerleaders... nur von den smarten und hübschen... Shawn hatte die Kamera in der Hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/640/DSC00343.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/320/DSC00343.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber was beschwere ich mich: Es gab schlimmere Ansichten dieses Wochenende: Eine Invasion von Suburbia. Weisse Turnschuhe, Baseball Caps und 80-iger Haarschnitte hatten die Stadt in fester Hand. Macys Parade ist eine nationale Tradition und wird auch von sehr vielen Menschen in TV verfolgt. Ein Paar Stars waren auch zu sehen: Nina Sky, Barenaked Ladies und Christina Applegate (keiner hat sie ausser Verena gesehen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest folgt... Thanksgiving Essen a la Verena, Party, Party, Party und sehr wenig Schlaf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://shawnandjuliane.gmxhome.de/photos/2004_11_macys/index.htm' target='_blank'&gt;ALLE BILDER VON DER PARADE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-110170529911449914?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/110170529911449914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=110170529911449914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110170529911449914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/110170529911449914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109997448178986069</id><published>2004-11-08T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T16:28:44.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgy of Confusion</title><content type='html'>Bin fast durch mit meinen Zwischenprüfungen. Es ist ein Alptraum. Heute hatten wir die Statistik Prüfung. Mein Lieblingsfach oder besser gesagt, mein Lieblingsprofessor. Er heisst Lawrence Tatum und ist eigentlich ein Stand Up Comedian von Natur aus. Leider hat es ihn aus unerklärlichen Gründen in die Universität verschlagen. Ihm ist es bewusst, dass die meisten von uns die Wahrscheinlichkeitsrechnung oder Zufallsbewegung nichts verstehen und nie verstehen werden. Deswegen sagt er immer "I pretend to teach you pretend to learn" - diesen Rat folgen wir natürlich Stunde für Stunde mit Hingabe. Allerdings waren wir vor der Prüfung sehr nervös, denn es sind meistens die coolsten Professoren, die die schwierigsten Prüfungen machen. Das kenne ich noch von Deutschland. Also haben wir ihm noch ein Paar Fragen gestellt um bestimmte Grundsätze zu klären, nach seiner Erklärung hat er uns alle angesehen - die meisten haben beinah geweint. Er meinte: "Ich bin stolz euch beigebracht zu haben, dass ihr nichts von Statistik versteht. Es lebe die Orgy of Confusion". Der Typ ist einmalig. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109997448178986069?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109997448178986069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109997448178986069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109997448178986069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109997448178986069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/11/orgy-of-confusion.html' title='Orgy of Confusion'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109906495194447765</id><published>2004-10-29T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:49:11.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagen die Chinesen die Wahrheit?</title><content type='html'>Heute habe ich mein groesstes Kompliment bekommen von einer sehr ruhigen&lt;br /&gt;Chinesen bekommen. Sie meinte ich waere so "easy going" und die Menschen&lt;br /&gt;unterhalten sich gerne mit mir. Tja, eigentlich bin ich ueberhaupt nicht&lt;br /&gt;easy going. Wenn ich jemanden gut genug kenne, bin ich sehr kritisch und&lt;br /&gt;negativ. Jedes Mal, nach dem ich mich mit meiner Mutter oder Shawn&lt;br /&gt;unterhalten habe, moechte ich mich gleich entschuldigen. Es ist schon&lt;br /&gt;komische Eigenschaft, dass ich immer supernett bin zu Menschen, die ich&lt;br /&gt;nicht so gut kenne. Dafuer aber um so gemeiner zu Menschen, die mir lieb&lt;br /&gt;sind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heute hatten wie einen Vortrag von einem sehr erfolgreichen CEO (XM Radio).&lt;br /&gt;Er war auch mal an Baruch College. Er meinte seine Goldenen Regelen sind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't burn bridges&lt;br /&gt;- Trust your instinct&lt;br /&gt;- Love your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seine Frau ist mitten in dem Launch des Produkts krank geworden(Leukimia)&lt;br /&gt;und dann hat er 4 Monate neben ihrem Bett verbracht. Er meinte auf ein Mal&lt;br /&gt;hat die Karriere nichts mehr bedeutet. Andererseits, er haette nie so viel&lt;br /&gt;Geld, ihre experimentelle Behandlung zu bezahlen. Sie ist wieder gesund und&lt;br /&gt;er arbeitet nicht mehr so viel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ist schon ein Dilemma, wenn du erfolgreich sein willst musst du viel Zeit&lt;br /&gt;investieren - diese Zeit wird dir und deiner Familie weggenommen. Wenn Deine&lt;br /&gt;Familie Hilfe braucht, dann wuenschst Du Dir, du haettest die Zeit in&lt;br /&gt;Karriere investiert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was machen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennt jemand die Antwort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109906495194447765?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109906495194447765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109906495194447765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109906495194447765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109906495194447765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/10/sagen-die-chinesen-die-wahrheit_29.html' title='Sagen die Chinesen die Wahrheit?'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109891216161504872</id><published>2004-10-27T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:22:41.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein erstes "A"</title><content type='html'>Eigentlich war das ein "A-" in Economics, macht aber nichts - ich bin gluecklich. Die schlaflose Naechte haben sich gelohnt - ich habe mein waschechtes Beweis bekommen, dass ich doch ein Recht darauf habe in dem Honors Programm zu sein!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die erste Zwischenpruefung war Marketing, leider konmnte ich hier nicht mehr als 85% ("B") sammeln. Aber jeder der mich und meine Hassliebe zu Marketing kennt, und allem was Marketing an sich bedeutet, wird stolz auf mich sein. Also hier ist meine politische-inkorrekte  Marketing :Verkoerperung von "Blond + Weiblich + Mitte 20 + Salat und Wasser" und "wie so schreiben wir nicht ein Buch - keiner glaubt uns, dass Marketing eine Wissenschaft ist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber Economics (Danke, Herr Vieweg und Wall Street Journal) habe ich wohl immer noch drauf. Ein "A" - heute abend wird gefeiert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ach ja, falls jemand nicht wissen sollte was "A" ist - das ist die beste Note im Amerikanischem Notensystem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109891216161504872?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109891216161504872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109891216161504872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109891216161504872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109891216161504872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/10/mein-erstes.html' title='Mein erstes &quot;A&quot;'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109857714053429664</id><published>2004-10-23T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:13:49.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich werde Lehrerin!</title><content type='html'>Heute war ich auf einem Seminar - Global Classroom Training Workshop. Das ist eine Initiative von Metro International NYC, die Vortraege organisiert von auslaendischen Studenten fuer High Schools in New York. Die Initiative hilft den Kids in den armen Nachbarschaften, die grosse weite Welt besser zu verstehen. Ich werde sowohl fuer Kasachstan wie auch Deutschland sprechen. Es werden dann immer 3 nacheinander folgende Schulstunden. Die Kids koennen vom Alter 8-18 sein. Diese Kinder waren meistens noch nie aus New York weg und sind meistens farbig. Kennt ihr den Film " Dangerous Minds" mit Michelle Pfeiffer? Das ist dann so was aehnliches, was ich machen werde - mit dem Unterschied, dass ich nach dem Vortrag wieder gehen darf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das ist mein Beitrag in die amerikanische Gesellschaft, die mir immerhin dieses sehr teueres Abenteuer moeglich macht. Und wenn ich ein Paar Kids in Bronx was beibringen kann und denen vielleicht eine kleine Inspiration sein darf - um so besser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuerlich mache ich das alles nicht aus reiner Menschenliebe. Durch die vielen Vortraege werde ich meine Kommunikationsfaehigkeiten ausbauen und hoffentlich die Angst ueberwinden, vor grosser Menschenmasse vorzusprechen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109857714053429664?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109857714053429664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109857714053429664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109857714053429664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109857714053429664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/10/ich-werde-lehrerin.html' title='Ich werde Lehrerin!'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109857269976318202</id><published>2004-10-23T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:12:28.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Koreanisches BBQ - Karaoke Nacht</title><content type='html'>6 Jahre nach dem ich das erste Mal in New York war und Korean BBQ ausprobiert habe, habe ich das wieder geschafft! Das Essen ist richtig gesund und toll. Die 32te Strasse in der Mitte von Manhattan ist in koreanischer Hand. Unsere koreanische Kommulitonen haben uns zum Dinner&lt;br /&gt;mitgenommen. Man bestellt halben Kilo Fleisch und es wird auf dem Tisch gegrillt. Dazu gibt es eine Reihe von Beilagen und Reis. Die gegrillten Fleischstueckchen werden in Salatblaetter eingewickelt und dann gegessen. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannach sind wir alle, ganz in der koreanischen Tradition in einer koreanische Karaokebar. Wir : Amerikanerin Heather, ich, Koreaner - Sang, Michelle, Eulna, Chinesen: Jing und Mandy. Ich muss dazu sagen, dass ich noch vorher irgendwo gesungen habe! Wir haben uns einen Raum fuer 2 Stunden bestellt und dann six packs geholt. Ich habe ein Lied ganz alleine gesungen - Angels von Robbie Williams. Da die meisten hier noch nie was von Robbie gehoert haben - habe ich sein Ruf verteigt. So schief wie ich gesungen habe - waere er bestimmt nicht sehr stolz auf mich :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf jeden Fall eine Erfahrung Wert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/640/93922515506_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2486/320/93922515506_0_ALB.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109857269976318202?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109857269976318202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109857269976318202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109857269976318202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109857269976318202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/10/koreanisches-bbq-karaoke-nacht.html' title='Koreanisches BBQ - Karaoke Nacht'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109778293824234203</id><published>2004-10-14T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:42:18.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geniales Motto</title><content type='html'>"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving&lt;br /&gt;safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in&lt;br /&gt;sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used&lt;br /&gt;up, totally worn out and screaming ~ WOO HOO what a ride!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109778293824234203?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109778293824234203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109778293824234203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109778293824234203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109778293824234203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/10/geniales-motto.html' title='Geniales Motto'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109753116926520838</id><published>2004-10-11T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T17:46:09.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endlich Laptop ; Marketing Midterm</title><content type='html'>Laptop ist endlich angekommen, nach einer Woche Kaepfen mit HP und FedEx&lt;br /&gt;habe ich endlich das gute Teil hier. Es geht nur noch aufwaerts mit der&lt;br /&gt;Kommunikation !!! Nach einer kleineren Erkaletung und einem deftigem&lt;br /&gt;Wochenende feiere ich den Columbus Day mit Lernen. Morgen ist die&lt;br /&gt;gefuerchtete Marketing Pruefung. Diese fuer unfaire Benotung und keine&lt;br /&gt;Eingrenzung von Stoff beruehmte Pruefung hat vielen meinen Kommilitonen&lt;br /&gt;schon den Schlaf gekostet. Ich hoffe, dass ich die gut bestehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sind die Gefahren eines schlechten Durchschnitt fuer mich:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- verliere die Assistenzstelle an der Uni&lt;br /&gt;- werde aus dem Honors Program rausgeschmissen&lt;br /&gt;- werde aus dem Fulbright Programm rausgeschmissen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; komme wieder nach Deutschland! Juhu! Eigentlich sehe hier keine Gefahr&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ich studiere weiter - Falls jemand Hilfe braucht mit Marketing Know How&lt;br /&gt;- z.b. unterschied zwischen Marktsektor und Marktsegment - meldet euch :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109753116926520838?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109753116926520838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109753116926520838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109753116926520838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109753116926520838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/10/endlich-laptop-marketing-midterm.html' title='Endlich Laptop ; Marketing Midterm'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109674691621232063</id><published>2004-10-02T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T14:52:23.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Donkey Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thedonkeyshow.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nytheatre.com/nytheatre/donkey.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Absolute Hammer Off-Broadway Musical! Fulbright hat fuer jeden Tag der Woche kostenlose Tickets fuer verschiedene Shows auch fuer solche "verdorbene". Die heutige Auffassung des "Midsummer Night's Dream" von William Shakespeare verpackt mit 70 Music , viel nackter Haut usw. Ich habe mich gefragt, wie bleiben diese zwei Schmetterlinge auf dem Busen von dem Maedel??? Sorry fuer nicht ganz jugendfreien Beitrag :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Publikum (wir also) waren mittendrin. Das ganze findet in einer Disco statt, es gibt eine provisiorische Buehne, aber die Handlung ist ueberall. Nett! Hammer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eine kleine Motivationsspritze fuer die, die mich besuchen kommen - ich kann fast fuer jeden Tag Tickets fuer verschiedene Auffuehrungen holen. Ihr muesst nur vorbei kommen :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109674691621232063?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109674691621232063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109674691621232063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109674691621232063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109674691621232063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/10/donkey-show.html' title='The Donkey Show'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109650880004558895</id><published>2004-09-29T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:54:01.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>54 Millionen in Spenden</title><content type='html'>Gestern abend hatte Baruch College einen Dinner fuer die Foerder der Uni eingeladen. Dabei haben sie mal locker wieder 54 Mio an Spenden gesammelt. Die groesste Spende kam von einem ehemaligen Undergraduate Studenten - William Newmann - 25 Mios (Immobilien Mogul). Ich moechte gar nicht wissen was ich spaeter als MBA Absolvent spendieren soll! Die zweite Spende war laecherliche 10 Mio und kam von einem Lawrence N. Field  (Foto &lt;a href="http://www.baruch.cuny.edu/"&gt;http://www.baruch.cuny.edu/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das allerbeste ist, dass sofort unser groesstes &amp;amp; schoensstes Gebauede "Newman Building" heisst und das kleinere dann "Field Building". Jeder fragt sich, was wir als naechstes umbennen sollen, wenn wieder eine groessere Spende gemacht wird. Aber so einfach kommt man in die Geschichte von Manhattan - "..the Newmann Building was named in honor of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109650880004558895?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109650880004558895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109650880004558895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109650880004558895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109650880004558895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/09/54-millionen-in-spenden.html' title='54 Millionen in Spenden'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109650840282539086</id><published>2004-09-29T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:48:19.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Week </title><content type='html'>Diese Woche ist bei uns die Career Week angesagt. 4 Tage lang werden wir jeweils in 2 x 2 Stunden Sessions mit allen Berufsbildern vertraut gemacht. Es werden kleinere Vortraege gehalten von den Vertretern des Berufs in einer bestimmten Industrie. Eigentlich keine schlechte Idee - wenn nur damals vor dem Beenden meiner Fachhochschule genauer wusste, was denn wirklich welcher Berufsbezeichnung bedeutet oder wo der Unteschied zwischen IT Audit und IT Consulting ist! Aber besser spaeter als nie :-) Wichtig ist es auch, dass in diesen kleinen Vortraegen auch uns als MBA Kandidaten beigebracht wird - welche Position wir anstreben sollten ohne sich unter dem Wert zu verkaufen. Das bringt mir wahrscheinlich sehr wenig in Deutschland, denn ich hatte nicht das Gefuehl, dass ein MBA Abschluss in Deutschland sehr viel bedeutet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109650840282539086?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109650840282539086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109650840282539086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109650840282539086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109650840282539086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/09/career-week.html' title='Career Week '/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109605714585449931</id><published>2004-09-24T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T16:30:22.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adsense von Google</title><content type='html'>Also, diese kleine Werbung links oben auf dieser Seite - die habe ich jetzt von Google benatragt. Das Programm nennt sich Adsense und bringt kostenlos einen Werbebanner auf eine private oder kommerzielle Seite. Angeblich soll der Text der Anzeige mit dem Text kommunizieren. Sprich wenn ich ueber Microsoft schreibe - dann sollte eine Werbung von Microsoft kommen. Also ich habe jetzt schon ein Paar mal auf die F5 Taste gedrueckt zum aktualisieren , aber der Text wird nicht relevanter zu meinem Text. Lasst mich wissen, ob die einen relevanten Werbetext sieht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und ja, ich denke, Google zahlt pro Klick 5 cent an den Betreiber der Seite - in diesem Fall mich :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warum tue ich Euch das an? Mein Marketing Projekt ist ueber Adsense und ich soll alles ueber das Produkt wissen. Das ist mein erster Schritt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109605714585449931?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109605714585449931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109605714585449931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109605714585449931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109605714585449931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/09/adsense-von-google.html' title='Adsense von Google'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109605618234014513</id><published>2004-09-24T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T16:28:26.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Assistenzstelle - Lehrbuchbusiness in USA</title><content type='html'>Tja, heute ist die Uni wieder geschlossen . Es ist Jom Kippur - wieder einer der judischen Feiertage. Die Uni ist eigentlich nicht geschlossen, sondern es findet kein Unterricht statt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestern habe ich meine erste Besprechung der Assistenzstelle gehabt. Zwei Professoren schreiben ein "Data Communication and Computer Networks" Lehrbuch. Ich bin dafuer zustaendig, die Fragen am Ende jedes Kapitels zu erstellen. Das Buch ist aber soooo technisch und faengt wirklich bei Adam und Eva an : Was sind electromagnetische Wellen, welcher Kabel ist dicker und wie lange sind Microwellen.... Keine Ahnung, warum die denken, ich koennte hier eine Hilfe sein. Ich quaele mich einfach weiter. Immerhin wird es einigermassen anstaendig bezahlt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interessant war es aber, diesen armen Menschen beizubringen, dass in Deutschland ein Buch eher eine Nachschlagwerkfunktion hat und keine Grundlage fuer ein Kurs darstellt. Die deutschen Professoren arbeiten mit selbst erstellten Skripts. Die enttaeuschten Gesichter waren schon sehr traurig :-) Man hat wirklich gesehen, wie die Dollarzeichen in den Augen mit Minuszeichnen versehen waren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allgemein ist das Business mit den &lt;em&gt;text books &lt;/em&gt;(=Lehrbcuh)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sehr erfolgreich. Die Studenten bekommen am Anfang des Semesters eine Buchliste fuer jeden Kurs. Der Kurs erfordert fast immer die letzte Edition. Alle Paar Jahre gibt es eine neue Edition. Im Durchschnitt kostet ein Buch 110 USD. Die Buecher sind sehr schwer und sehr farbenfroh. Zu jedem Buch gibt es ein Arbeitsbuch um 30 USD. Die schlauen Professoren schreiben solche Buecher selbst und empfehlen dann zu Beginn von jedem Semester die letzte Edition von eigenen Buechern... ching ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109605618234014513?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109605618234014513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109605618234014513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109605618234014513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109605618234014513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/09/assistenzstelle-lehrbuchbusiness-in.html' title='Assistenzstelle - Lehrbuchbusiness in USA'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109572467584082779</id><published>2004-09-20T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:00:53.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Utility Bill vs. Ausweis</title><content type='html'>Das ist meine unpolitische Ansicht bezueglich der Anmeldepflicht der Amerikaner. In Deutschland ist es ja Pflicht, sich bei der Gemeinde zu melden - in Amerika wird alles anhand der Postadresse festgehalten. Wie kann ich am besten eine Adresse ueberpruefen? Natuerlich ueber eine Rechnung, die dir nach Hause geschickt wird - z.B. Muellabfuhrrechnung oder Elektroverbrauchrechung (Utility bill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bei Abschluss eines Vertrages fuer ein Handy oder Eroeffnung eines Bankkontos wird als erstes nach einem Utility Bill NICHT Ausweis verlangt. Sprich, es ist ziemlich egal, ob man ein Passport /Ausweis hat, solange man eine Rechnung fuer Muellgebuehren per Post bekommt. Es ist auch unwichtig, ob die Rechnung fuer Muellgebuhr bezahlt wird - Hauptsache, es gibt ein Stueck Papier das meine Meldeadresse "beweist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe keine solche Rechnung, deswegen wurde mein bereits aktivierter Handyvertrag deaktiviert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soll ich meinem Vermieter anbieten, die Rechnung fuer Muellabfuhr auf mein Namen zu bestellen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109572467584082779?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109572467584082779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109572467584082779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109572467584082779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109572467584082779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/09/utility-bill-vs-ausweis.html' title='Utility Bill vs. Ausweis'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109544379537016708</id><published>2004-09-17T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:30:04.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm house and Milky Way</title><content type='html'>Gestern war ich auf einer richtigen Mais-Farm. Die aeltere Schwester vom Heath hat einen richtigen Farmer geheiratet. Mais is ungefaehr 2,5 m hoch und 1500 acres (6 070 284.63 m2 ) gross. Das beste an dem Abend was, dass der Himmer so klar war und alle Sterne waren sichtbar. Die Milchstrasse war ganz klar zu sehen in der middle of nowhere in Iowa :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorher haben wir uns ein one-man theatherstueck angeschaut - nicht schlecht. Allegemein das Kulturangebot in Des Moines ist sehr umfangreich. Art Galleries, Theaterstuecke usw... - we haette das gedacht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109544379537016708?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109544379537016708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109544379537016708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109544379537016708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109544379537016708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/09/farm-house-and-milky-way.html' title='Farm house and Milky Way'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109536157964237860</id><published>2004-09-16T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:40:33.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News im Blogger</title><content type='html'>Ich habe beschlossen, dass ich versuchen werde, jeden Tag ein wenig in den Blogger ueber meine Zeit in NYC zu schreiben . Die Entscheidung ist auch fuer die deutsche Sprache gefallen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich denke, so habe ich auch in der Zukunft was fuer mich als Tagebuch und es ist einfacher, jeder Tag ein wenig zu schreiben als einen Roman auf ein Mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danke fuer das Lesen, es ist auch moeglich Kommentare hinter jedem Log zu hinterlassen - ich bekomme dann eine Mail, dass ich auch Bescheid weiss, dass jemand mir und der Rest der Welt mitteilen moechte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109536157964237860?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109536157964237860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109536157964237860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109536157964237860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109536157964237860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/09/news-im-blogger.html' title='News im Blogger'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8325661.post-109536106731478596</id><published>2004-09-16T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:02:48.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Des Moines, Iowa</title><content type='html'>Da meine Schule 5 Tage wg. Judischem Neujahr frei hat - bin ich zu meinem Freund Heath gejetted! Nach Iowa in die Hauptstadt - Des Moines. Die Stadt ist eigentlich absolut idyllisch - so habe ich mir eigentlich Georgia oder andere Suedstaaten vorgestellt und nich IOWA. Iowas sollte eignentlich ein grosser Maisfeld sein. Heute abend fahren wir zur Heath, seiner Schwester - sie wohnt auf einer Farm. Bin sehr gespannt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein Flug war ueber Detroit und ich musste dann 3 stunden im Flughafen ausharren. Nett. Aber da habe ich mich mit einem Chameloen-zuechter unterhalten - total faszinierend. ich weiss jetzt alles darueber. Falls jemand einen Business Plan fuer diese Art von Geschaeft benoetigt - ich kann aushelfen. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansonsten ist mein Telefon gerade ausgeschaltet - wir versuchen gerade mit Shawn rauszukriegen warum. Und ja, ich habe alles brav gezahlt :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8325661-109536106731478596?l=julianes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/feeds/109536106731478596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8325661&amp;postID=109536106731478596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109536106731478596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8325661/posts/default/109536106731478596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianes.blogspot.com/2004/09/des-moines-iowa.html' title='Des Moines, Iowa'/><author><name>Jula Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16322436462442659567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://home.earthlink.net/~julianesilberhorn2/IMG_1405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
