On the outside of this gargoyle gecko’s habitat there was the explanation about his ghostly colour: it had been kept in the dark by an uncaring or uninformed human and as a result it lost all colour and also has deformed bones (similar to rickets in humans, as a result of vitamin D deficiency). The prognosis is mixed: it can live a pain free like this but it will never recuperate.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Prognosis
This photo was taken at the signal fire event in Hilsenhain im Odenwald. The children of the village set the huge pile of wood alight.
I would like to continue a discussion about the GDPR (General Data Protection Regulation), the European law that came into existence in 2016. Are we allowed to take a photo of this? Obviously, this is a European Union discussion because it is really about the law. But if you have an input with a general point of view, please feel free to voice your opinion. I know that in the US it is usually said that there can be no expectation of privacy in public places (although this is not as clear-cut as one is often led to believe).
I am today more wary to take pictures of strangers, particularly children. The regulations make little distinction between taking the picture and publishing it. But in this case I think it is allowed as it was a public event, a performance if you will. However, I did single out this particular boy in this shot. I picked the shot where his face was least visible though, because I’m not completely sure about the actual law.
Any thoughts?
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Pony in German means fringe (or bangs, in American English).
This fat little pony even has a pony tail (that’s on the other side of the beast).
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and we call chips pommes (with the -es clearly audible).
Either way, I prefer the beers (not necessarily that brand).
with a fun story.
When you come to our running group you have to be more or less on time. If you are late, the group has left. If that happens you have two possibilities: You run on your own, following the chalk marks, and hope to catch up. If you’re slow or lazy, you can phone the hare (the person who has laid the trail) and get a location where you can find the pack an run (or walk) straight to that location avoiding the meanderings of the trail and possible falsies.
Now there was this young, fit and energetic US American who was notoriously late. He’d phone the hare and 10 minutes later he would arrive in a taxi to join the pack for the rest of the trail. Needless to say, he was known as “Comes in Taxis”.
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I averted this particular peccadillo.
A few years ago my husband and I were invited to the wedding of two Arab friends. He is from Syria, she from Iraq. The wedding was a rather large Arabic affair, with family and friends and acquaintances.
I knew that the traditional wedding gift at an Arabic wedding is money. The German soul in me has always balked at giving money as a present. On the odd occasion that I couldn’t avoid it I felt obliged wrap it and disguise it nicely and not just hand over the bills.
So there we were at the venue, the couple was sitting on an elevated dais and the wedding guests stepped up to congratulate them and give them their gift. There I was clutching this red literal piggy-bank when it suddenly struck me that a pig would be the most inappropriate present. I remember once dropping my keyfob (a pink pig) in class and the reaction I got from my students. From our time in Saudi Arabia I know that anything porcine, even a drawing or just the written word, makes them uncomfortable. (I blogged about the incident in 2016, if you want to read the whole post, you can find it here. Please note: I write in English and German and the English version is at the bottom of the post.) I got up with red blotches forming on my cheeks, retreated to the bathroom, fumbled the money out of the pig and packed it clumsily in my rather small purse. We handed over the money, in bills, without pretense. Peccadillo averted at the last minute.
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and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Peccadillo
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At the German Dragon Museum in Lindenfels they have a Tyrannosaurus Rex’ skull. If these teeth aren’t SUPERSIZE, I don’t know what is. And although it is only the cast of a skull, it is protected against THEFT. In the end, is a DINOSAUR not … Continue reading Supersized or Bearded – It’s all just a Dragon to Me
When you WANT to find the MEANING of life you can do worse than starting at the Academy of Sciences. You probably can also do better.
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and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Meaning
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