Q&A Time!

A short while back, I posted an ‘Ask Me Anything’ post.  Some folks used that as a chance to ask for advice in advance of their upcoming travels to the area, and I tried to answer what I could of those in regular e-mail.  Some of the remaining questions are really interesting, so I’ve decided to do a series of “You asked, I answer” posts.  Let’s get started!

Here’s a question from Rarasaur:  What’s your favorite holiday, including minor or obscure ones?

My favorite holiday is actually New Year’s Eve.  While I’m not a religious person, I believe firmly in the concepts of circles closing, in things ending, and in getting a fresh start.  New beginnings are important.

My second favorite holiday is birthdays.  All birthdays.  Mine, yours, the birth of the Sony Walkman, and so forth.  Like I said a minute ago, beginnings are important.

As for the rest of the holidays-  I like Halloween and Fasching because I like to see people dressed up in nifty costumes.  I like Thanksgiving because I like to have tasty food with my family.  I like the Day of the Dead because it’s important to remember those who have passed beyond the rim.  I like May Day because giant poles with streamers and decorations!  I like Valentine’s Day because I’m a romantic at heart.  I like La Tomatina because pelting people with tomatoes is fun and more than a little strange.  I like Diwali, despite only learning about it this past year, because it’s a festival of lights, involves family, and is utterly fascinating to me. I also like invented holidays, such as Talk Like A Pirate Day, Towel Day, and yes, even Steak and a BJ Day.

I tend to like the holidays that are about people and introspection more, and the holidays that are about giving and receiving gifts less.

Here’s a related question from Jenny: What has been your favorite German event/celebration so far?

I quite liked Palmator, the Starkbierfest that turns up on Palm Sunday each year, when Prösslbräu Brewery in Adlersberg serves up their signature bock beer for the first time.

I also enjoyed the Jazz festival that turned up here one weekend, and Mai Dult, which had all the things you would expect from a festival here-  beer tents, bands, lots of interesting food, and carnival-style rides.

I haven’t made it to Oktoberfest yet, but I’m hoping to make it this year.

Do you have anything you’d like to ask?  The Ask Me Anything post is still open!

Mush, Mush I Say!

dogsleds00Up until this week, I didn’t know that the World Sleddog Association (WSA) was a thing. It is, though, and this weekend I went to the WSA’s 2013 European Sled Dog Championships. The three-day event was being held this weekend, in a town near the Bavarian forest, and within spitting distance of the Czech Republic and Austrian borders of Germany. All credit goes to my partner-in-crime, Jenny, for spotting this one in the upcoming events calendar. She asked earlier in the week if I wanted to tag along, and it took me all of about two seconds to realize that Dogs! Racing! While pulling sleds! would be a fantastic thing to see. Of course I was interested!

Fast forward to eight o’clock Sunday morning and Jenny, her boyfriend Robert, and I got in a car and drove slightly more than an hour and a half to vaguely nearby Haidmühle. This is them:

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Before I get on with the pictures of cute doggies, let me share some of the things that I learned about sled dog racing today. I never knew any of this until today.

  • All of the approximately 2,000 dogs competing in this type of race are purebreds. The main breeds used are Siberian Husky, Alaskan Malamute, Samoyed, Alaskan Huskies, or a breed called Der Grönländer, which I think translates to Greenland Dog, i.e. another type of Husky.
  • The Samoyeds look like enormous fluffy racing pillows.
  • The sleds used to be made of wood, but nowadays they use updated materials like titanium and so forth.
  • The dog teams can be anywhere from a single dog pulling a skier to eight and twelve dog teams.
  • The sport is commonly referred to as Mushing. The human part of the team is called a Musher. The term Mush comes from “Marche,” which is the french command to get the dogs running. Non-French competitors hardly ever say Mush, though. Some people say hike or hup. We heard a lot of interesting things in the native languages of the various Mushers.
  • In a standard eight dog team, the first two dogs at the front of the line are called Lead Dogs. They respond to the commands of the Musher, find the trail, and set the pace. The next two dogs on an eight dog team are called Swing Dogs. They just follow the lead dogs, help the team corner, and help the Leads set the pace. The third pair on an eight dog team are called Team Dogs, and they’re primarily just horsepower. Er, dogpower. The fourth and final pair of dogs on an eight dog team are called Wheel Dogs. They’re positioned directly in front of the sled are usually the strongest dogs on the team.
  • There are two types of races- short races that are only a few kilometers, and longer distance races. The long distance races can be upwards of forty or fifty kilometers. One Musher mentioned that 42 kilometers is a standard number.
  • Because dogs tend to react to other dogs, sled dog races don’t have a single start for all the competitors. The dog sled teams are given a start time, and they have to be at the starting line on time, to the minute. A new team starts from the gate roughly once a minute for each category, with short breaks between groups. The teams compete with their times, like a marathon runner would.

That’s the basics of the sport as I understand them. Let’s move on to the pictures!

This is both the start line and the finish line. There were very clear paths for both outbound and inbound dog teams.

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This was a truly international (but European) event. We saw dog sled teams from Poland, Russia, Austria, Germany, the Czech Republic, and a few others. Plus there were flags to remind you of who might be competing.

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I mentioned before that there were teams of various sizes. This next picture is a one dog and skier combo. This picture was taken approximately three-fourths of a second before the skier wiped out. Oops!

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There were a large number of competitors who were on sleds with a two dog team. They looked a lot like these next two pictures. You’ll notice a little bit of leg action from the human in the second picture. That’s because there are times that the humans run behind or alongside the sled, or kick to help give the team some forward momentum.

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This next picture is my favorite one from the entire day. It appears to be an eight dog sled team, but if you look carefully, there’s one more dog- riding inside the sled itself. I’m not sure if this was an injured dog, or if this is how they get new dogs used to the trail. I have absolutely no idea why that last dog is inside the sled instead of in front of it, but as this team passed us, the dog stuck his head out alongside the sled, looking for all the world like any other dog sticking his head out of a car window. Oh, and there’s one other detail- the green number on the Musher’s chest signifies that they were on a long distance race. Maybe the last dog is the sled dog equivalent of a spare tire?

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Here’s a six dog team, moving at a pretty good clip.

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As I said earlier, the dogs were all purebreds. They had a great deal of character, though. This frisky little guy had just finished a run. He’s still tethered up to his team, who seem to be a lot more relaxed than he is.

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This next dog is a Samoyed. Like I said before, they look like enormous fluffy racing pillows. Also, most of the Samoyeds had funky little racing socks on their feet. I guess the snow and ice hurts their paws. I never got a clear explanation of why they were wearing the little dog booties.

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A quick aside about the audience for an event like this- there are a lot of families that attend this type of event. And for the record, whoever the first person was to figure out how to make a stroller-sled combination is a freaking genius:

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…and this kid was cracking me up. His caption basically reads, “I’m on a sled. I have a sandwich. Pull me or fear my wrath.”

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Lots of people also brought their non-purebred, non-racing dogs. Those who brought dogs to not-race were reminded repeatedly by the race announcer that the non-racing dogs needed to stay twenty meters away from the start line at all times, because the racing dogs are pack animals and will see your precious little teacup poodle as prey. Many of the non-racing dogs wore amusing sweaters or other cold-weather gear. Many of them were very cute.

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This guy was driving along on a snowmobile, pulling a big flat thing along the track. I guess it’s the sled dog track equivalent of a Zamboni. Bonus points for riding it side-saddle, I guess.

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This particular race gave us a lot of chances to walk through the camp areas where the racers and their dogs were staying when they weren’t racing. Lots of dogs sleeping, playing, or peeing. Seriously, the entire place was a yellow snow minefield. There were also Mushers maintaining their sled equipment, like this guy.

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I have digressed a bit. Let’s go back to the race areas. The dogs have to be very carefully handled before the race begins. They’re excited dogs! They want to run and play! Most of them try to lunge forward well before being told to go. They’re very energetic.

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At places where the track is not fully roped off, there are warning signs. This sign basically says the very obvious, ‘CAUTION- Dog Sledding Track. Don’t Stand here!’

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It’s good advice, too! I’d hate to accidentally get run down by these critters!

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Let us also remember that despite being purebred, well-trained racing animals, these are still dogs. Sometimes dogs don’t want to do what they’re told. This Samoyed was the star of the day, because he didn’t agree with the direction of the race. At all. I have several photographs of the dog and Musher trying to go in different directions. This was pretty hilarious, actually.

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…and sometimes, it’s the human that screws up. This guy went a good five or six meters on his ass, with the dog looking at him as if to say, “Get up! We have a race to run!”

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After five or six hours of this, the last of the dog sled teams started their race, and we packed it in and headed back to Regensburg. This was a lot of fun, but I may never be warm again. Also, the prevailing joke of the day was, “Don’t eat the yellow snow!”

Seriously, I’ve never seen so much yellow snow in all my life.

Have any of you ever been to a dog sled racing competition?

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More observations on Germany.

It’s time for another list of random stuff that I find fascinating!  Ready?  Go!

Paper sizes:  In the US, the most well known paper sizes are letter (8.5 x 11 inches) and legal (8.5 x 14 inches), and then there’s a bunch of smaller sizes for envelopes and such.  The sizes here in Germany are metric, and the closest match to what I’m used to would be the A4.  You can see from the chart below that the A4 size is a little larger than Letter, and a little shorter than Legal.  After looking at the chart, I have decided that I will only write notes to people now using A0 sized paper.

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Mayonnaise and Mustard tubes:  A common mayo and mustard delivery system here is the toothpaste tube style.  While you can get the jar form that Americans are used to, there are lots of brands that show up in this form factor.  I was weirded out by this at first, but I’ve grown to kind of love this-  no more hunting around for a smaller spoon just to get the last bit of mayo out of the jar-  you just roll this down like toothpaste.  And the nozzle is star-cut so it even makes the mayo pretty. A further note about mayo here-  they separate the mayo into two types, deli mayo and salad mayo.  I still haven’t really figured out the difference other than a slight change in consistency.  I prefer deli mustard based entirely on the logic that deli sandwiches are delicious.

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Laundry: I bought a washing machine for my apartment a few months after I arrived, and my friend Jenny promptly named it Gretel.  That’s fine, it seems like a Gretel to me also.  It’s not common to also have a dryer here, and so my laundry  mostly drip dries.  When I do want to use a dryer, I go to a nearby laundromat.  It’s the same basic idea as laundromats in the US- a row of coin-operated washers and dryers in a shop not far from the Altstadt.

The picture below is the main controls for Gretel the washer.  After an entire year with this washer, I still have no idea what most of these functions do.  Although to be fair, I didn’t understand most of the functions on my washer back in the US either.

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Dry cleaning: I don’t know if this is just where I go or if it’s everywhere, but in the US, when I drop off my dry cleaning, they give me a ticket, and then I pay when I pick it up.  Here, I pay when I drop it off.  Aside from that, dry cleaning is pretty much identical here, though.  Hey, it can’t all be strange and unusual, right?

tschiboTchibo:  When I first arrived in Germany, I was thoroughly confused by Tchibo.  I couldn’t tell what their deal was-  they seemed to have coffee, dishes, and lingerie.  I’ve since learned that being a coffee cafe is their main focus, but that they rotate other products through just to be contrary and confusing.  My iPhone is also confused by Tchibo.  I was making a note about it to myself, and the iPhone auto-corrected Tchibo to ‘Tax Hobo.’

Also, their logo is supposed to represent a steaming coffee bean as far as I can tell, but I can’t look at it now without seeing it as a swimming sperm.  (Damn it, Heather, this is your fault!)

plungersPlungers: Ok, there’s nothing really different about plungers here, I just like this picture of a giant bin of plungers for sale in the Globus.  When I first got my apartment, I needed a plunger, and I bought it in the Globus.  I didn’t know how to ask for a plunger in German, and the woman I asked didn’t really speak very much English.  I used the word for plunger that came up in my handy dandy translation app, and it was spectacularly unhelpful.  Undeterred, I mimicked the motion of plunging a toilet, and the recognition on her face was immediate and clear.  She guided me right to where they were in the store.

I still have that plunger, by the way-  it’s in the shower, which is what I bought it for.  My shower drain is occasionally stubborn, and requires a good shower-plunging.

werner Werner: This is Werner.  He’s a robot in a local store called Conrad.   Conrad is sort of like if Radio Shack, Best Buy, a hardware store, and a hobby store all had a freaky four-way and had a child as a result.  I bought my television at Conrad.  I also bought a Mac Mini there.  They sell electronics, power tools, hobby items, remote controlled vehicles, and more.  Their catalog is this enormous thick affair that rivals the Sears catalogs they used to send out once a year.  The reason I wanted to show you guys Werner is that he can help you find stuff in the store.  When he’s not already helping someone, he hangs out near the front doors.  If you use his screen to select a specific type of product, he will guide you there.  The first time I saw a small group of people being led through the store by this friendly fellow, I was kind of enthralled because hey, I’m still basically a ten year old boy.

Snow Plows: They have snow plows in the US too, but I’d never seen one outside of a television screen because I lived in Florida.  As a life-long Florida resident, any technology that is used expressly for dealing with cold stuff is just fascinating to me.  They come in all sizes!  Here’s one that’s sidewalk sized and one that’s street sized.

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Weiberfastnacht 2: The Reaping Of The Ties

Last February, I wrote about Fasching, including “Weiberfastnacht”, or “Women’s carnival night”.  Here’s a quick recap about Weiberfastnacht:

The Thursday before Ash Wednesday is known as Weiberfastnacht.  On this day tradition dictates that women are allowed to cut off the tie of any man within reach.    The women are also allowed to kiss any man they like, according to some versions of tradition. 

I didn’t last long at all today.  It’s just 10:30 and I’m already snipped:

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One of my colleagues is a tie hunter. She shows off her trophies on the wall.  Some of these are paper-  after the first two ties were cut, the other men in the office started to put on paper ties.  It’s a massacre!

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It’s not all wardrobe-bloodshed, though.  At the start of Fasching, sometimes the RVV (the local public transit authority) gives away Krapfen (donuts) at the main bus station.  Just look for the fuzzy green hats and reflective vests…

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Watch out for your neckties, friends!  Have any of you had your ties cut (or done some tie cutting) yourself?