Christmas Letter
Dear you all,
The year has quite accelerated towards the end. I almost had to step aside, in order to avoid being run over by life. Already the beginning was pretty turbulent when after an unspeakably boring New Year’s Eve at home in front of the telly I decided the New Year must not begin like this and danced the night away until six in the a.m., getting offered shots by a drag queen.
Let alone the journeys, the year was definitely not uneventful. Already in spring on visiting Clau, we could let our soul hang loose in Merano, where relaxation is in the air. At the 3D congress in Egmond aan Zee, I not only met many friendly stereophotographers, but also learnt that the Dutch take in fact completely unsuitable things like ragout and fry them to perfection. The people of Paris, on the other hand, are masters of decoration, as we recently discovered on an advent trip, even though the borderline to kitsch is a bit further to the left there. And I was alcofrolicly camping in Mühlhausen, which stands for itself without the need of a subordinate clause.
But obviously one also did several quite grown-up things. Of my professional association of speech scientists I became president, twice on telly as an expert I said outrageously trivial things and with my completely happy position at the School of Linguistics in Erfurt I blossomed into a thoroughbred linguist, which I know because I hardly think of anything else and my students do not follow my thoughts. The biggest success was without any doubt the visit to the zoo with the entire godson brigade, where in spite of the negative difference between number of arms and number of children no injuries or property damages were recorded.
So what have we learnt? That you can even more immerse yourself in your work and take joy from it, but that there is so much more. That you see many friends more and more seldom, but others become more constant and important. That you can take the boy out of a party, but not the party out of a boy. That we have a right to be happy and if we’re not, we should bloody well stop it.
With all this, I wish you a beautiful and considerate time in the last days of the year. If you are new (again) in my life, I say thank you for your participation. Long-standing subscribers will receive a complementary martini next year. And if you had little time for me this year, you already know a first wish for the New Year.
Your Frank
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