Berlin 2009: Finally rebuilding following the repayment of war debts accumulated more than 50 years prior.
Today, I ran out of “good” jeans. You know – the type without holes in them. The type you wear to work because you’re a technician and can get away with it.
What did I wear?
Well, I damn well couldn’t wear one of my (two) existing skirts. Crawling around under desks and lifting server equipment would be extremely comical in the unstructured, revealing, fabric that most other women wear.
So, I went with a par of pinstripe slacks and a black top. Simple, different, and definitely a step up from my normal jeans and a t-shirt. I couldn’t have predicted the aftermath.
Everyone I came across held a door open for me – guy and girl alike. One poor soul held open a door that I didn’t even need. People let me on the bus ahead of them. My German professor acknowledged my existence.
It’s not even that I looked attractive – I just looked noticeable. I wasn’t the short nondescript hunk of human flesh that they usually cut in front of. For the first time in awhile – I feel confident.
Hell, I should dress nice more often.
Read, Reflect, Write, Re-write, Paraphrase, Punctuate.
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Interpretation, Inspiration, Ideas.
We then compile that information into notes, and then into higher media.
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Then someone else takes this media and…
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