Christkindlmarkt in Chicago

Christkindlmarkt komme aus  „traditionelle“ Weinachtsmarkt von Nuremberg (es hat beginnt von 1545). Es ist nicht nur ein Deutscher tradition, es ist ein Chicago tradition auch. Jede Jahr, gehen Leute nach Chicago für das Fest. Es ist eine Feier von Deutscher Tradition in Amerika, und Weinachtstradition.  

Heute gehe ich mit Katja auf dem Christkindlmarkt.  Est gibt kleine Stände mit Handwerk, das Trinken (Apfelwein, Heiß Shockolade, und bier) und viele Essen—Brezeln, Würsten, Kartoffeln, und suß Strudel. Das Wetter war sehr schon (Es war nicht so kalt!) und mache ich viel Spaß. 

Arbeits Stress

In unseren Lebens, wir sind sehr angespannt. Jede minute haben wir aufgaben.

In Deutschland, das Unterschieden zwischen das Leben/Freizeit und das Arbeit ist important. Heute, ein Boss schickt Emails and SMS zu das Personal NACH Arbeitszeit, und schnitt Personalzeit in das leben aus. Wegen Teknologie, Man sind verbindet mit sein Arbeit.

Die Deutscher sind nicht glücklich. Es ist nicht gesund! Stress ist nicht gut! In das Arbeitszimmer, es gibt Ausbrehnen und keine Productivität. Es gibt eine neue „Keine-Stress“ vorschlag. Es verbotet Kontact von Boss zu das Personal nach Arbeitszeit.

Aber, wie hat Angela Merkel gesagt? „über alles, wir muss zu die Deuscher Wirschaftszukunft arbeiten.“ 

Es ist sehr typisch in Amerika auch, nein? Sollen wir ein Vorschlag wie das „Keine-Stress“ haben? 

Die Mauer hat 25 jahre voher gefallen, aber ist Osst und West ganz einig?

Die Berliner Mauer hat fünf und zwansig jahre voher gefallen. Heute, die Mauer verbotet keine, aber die Unterschieden zwischen Osstdeutschland und Westdeutschland sind viel.

1.   1.    Der Arbeitslosigkeit

Der Arbeitslosenquote in alle Duetschland sind sehr tief, aber im Vergliech zu Westdeutschland, Osstdeutschland hat eine hocher Arbeitslosenquote.

2.     2.  Die Jungendlichen

Westdeutschland hat mehr Jungendlichen als Osstdeutschland. Warum? Ich weiss nicht. Ausser dem,  viele Jungendlichen geht nach Westdeutchlandstadten fur die Arbeit.

3.     3.  Die Kinderbetreuung

Kommunistisches Kultur, in 1980s, sagte die Mutter muss arbeiten. So, die Kinder muss in Kiingetreuung, oder Schule bleiben. Heute Osstdeutschland is nicht Kommunist, aber der Kultur ist ein Arbeitskultur. In Westdeutschland, der Kulture war eine Mutter wer arbeitet ist eine „Rabensmutter“ und viele  Muttern bleiben in der Haus fur Kinder. Heute, mehr Muttern in Osstdeutchland arbeitet als Muttern in Westdeutschland.

Die Mauer fiel fünf und zwansig jahre voher, und Duetschland ist offizielle einig, aber heute es gibt kleine Unterschieden in die Kulturn von „Osstdeutschland“ und „Westdeutschland“. 

Anlass: (hier) 

Deutschland: Freie Universität!

Hast du gewusst? Deutshland hat freie Universität!

Letzte Woche, Deutschuniversitäten haben ganze freie geworden. Mann kann aus Universität ohne Schulgeld gehen! Das is phantastich! Die Universitäten sind sehr weitwert und intelligent. Du kannst eine tollen Ausbildung ohne Geld bezahlen haben.

Hier, aus Amerika, Universitäten sind sehr teuer. Sie brauchen mehr Schulgend als Deutschland—40K in eine Jahr! Das ist schwer. Mit eine phantasticher Ausbildung und keine Schulgeld, sind Deustcheruni am besten? Ich weiss nicht. 

Oktoberfest

Hallo, alles!

September ist fast fertig; Oktober kommt. In Deutschland, Oktober had ein sehr important Festival: Oktoberfest!

Oktoberfest ist in München, in Bavaria, und jeder Jahr, millionen kommen. Das Festival ist in eine Platz heist Theresienwiese, und es ist am erste Sonntag von Oktober.

Oktoberfest had viele guten essen; Schweinebraten, Steckerlfisch,  Brezen und wursten (Weisswurst, vor allem),  Knödel, Sauerkraut und Blaukraut. Deutschessen ist sehr lecker und München hat die beste Bier--diese Sommer, ein Junge mir sprach die Beste Bier ist Hofbrauhaus in München. 

Es ist eine glücklich zeit for Deutschland!

(Ich habe Hunger...ich wunsche ich wohne in München.) 

Code Name Verity

There are some books that you like. There are books that you love. There are books that, sometimes, on the rare occasion, you cry over.

And then--once in five blue moons--there's the books that gut you so hard that you can't cry, that you sit facing the wall, rendered completely speechless. The characters still gouge deep in you, and you. Simply. Can't.

This is a WWII book and it isn't. It's a war book and it isn't. It, however, is 100% a friendship story.

Here's a book called Code Name Verity.

Here's the jacket cover summary of the book:

"I have two weeks. You’ll shoot me at the end no matter what I do.

That’s what you do to enemy agents. It’s what we do to enemy agents. But I look at all the dark and twisted roads ahead and cooperation is the easy way out. Possibly the only way out for a girl caught red-handed doing dirty work like mine — and I will do anything, anything, to avoid SS-Hauptsturmführer von Linden interrogating me again.

He has said that I can have as much paper as I need. All I have to do is cough up everything I can remember about the British War Effort. And I’m going to. But the story of how I came to be here starts with my friend Maddie. She is the pilot who flew me into France — an Allied Invasion of Two.

We are a sensational team"

There is a girl. A Scottish spy named Verity, who escaped the night the plane her friend was flying crashed into France. She is caught by the Gestapo. Given a choice: confess everything about the British War Effort, and be given time to write the confession, or be tortured.

She confesses--with the story of how she ended up in the wreckage, the story of Verity and her best friend, the pilot of that plane--Maddie Brodatt.

And what a confession it is. But she's tortured anyway.

What caught me was how beautifully the novel was constructed. The author could have made it dark, depressing, terrifying. She could have emphasized torture and Nazism. And she didn't. Her German interrogators spared her no mercy, but they were far from inhuman, almost comparable to the characters from The Book Thief. But while it spared the reader details, it also managed not to mitigate the darkness of the book. And I have no idea how she did that.

It was also funny. Of course, I'd get asked, "It's a WWII book where a girl gets tortured--how is it funny?" But the main character is Scottish and foul-mouthed, and her Hitler jokes, wrangled into her confession, are simply fabulous. Bonus--I understood every German sentence in that book.

In the end, it wasn't just a WWII story--it was a story of friendship, of a painstakingly-crafted confessions with devastating endings.

German Updates: Kick-Butt songs

People. People, people.

Today, I have a few awesome songs to share. See, a few days, my German teacher played this one song that basically is playing ON REPEAT on my browser's next tab over.

It's called Pirate, by the German band Kasalla. Basically, these are five awesome dudes from Cologne, singing about....you know, pirates. Could it get any better? 

(Side note: I have the chorus down. Of course, I have close to zero idea what it means--other than "Pirate, wild und frei!"--but I'm blasting it and singing along and trying to stick a Cologne accent down my throat.) 

Which...led me to some other awesome German music. 

A) MORE KASALLA.

Immer Noch Do:

Küm mer lääve:

And after poking around Youtube a little bit, I found another band: Silbermond!

Teil Von Mir:

Here's the thing: I've heard that Germans are quite practical IRL. But when it comes to creativity and art? They're not afraid to let their party animal out. Not to mention that I LOVE their music styles. And though I still don't understand many German songs by lyrics, I still like them. Spanish songs always seemed to be about two things: fiesta, or love (count the times "corazon" is mentioned in a Spanish love song), and I liked them, but I wanted other songs, too. While American songs are dominated by redundant pop songs, German songs are quite refreshing--they're quirky, they're innovative, and they're creative. 

Southern Y'alls and New York Accents: the German Edition

We know about it here in the States. Down south are the wide Southern accents, the "y'alls" and the wide syllables. I live in Chicago, and a few months ago, at a debate tournament, people from Kentucky commented on my Chicago accent--the narrower words, the nasal tone. There's also the New York accent--the cute curl at the tip of each word, the soft, crisp edges of each sharp syllable.

It's the same in Germany, and in the German-speaking parts of Europe. One from northern Germany may not perfectly understand someone from southern Germany, and someone from east Germany may not understand another from Switzerland.

This video might offer a bit of insight into the different dialects:

Basically, there are three kinds of German spoken in Germany:

Source: Link

Source: Link

Hochdeutsch: Known as "High German", this is what is generally accepted as the standard German, and the German that is taught to foreigners. It is the language spoken in Southern Germany, around the Alps. Dialects include the Bavarian dialect and parts of the Austrian dialect. S consonants are pronounced like "sch" and Rs are rolled.

Mittledeutsch: Known as "Middle German", this is the dialect that is spoken in central German, around cities like Frankfurt, Cologne, or Dresden.

Niederdeutsch/Plattdeutsch: Known as "Low German", this dialect is usually spoken in northern Germany. (Though Berlin is included, the city is known to speak a form of Hochdeutsch or standard German). S consonants are pronounced like "ss-", instead of "sch-", and Rs may or may not be rolled. "Platt" here refers to the lowlands (which are flat), but I would assume that the dialect here also sounds slightly flatter than Hochdeutsch. Sometimes, the Plattdeutsch dialect has a connotation of being improper, but in most cases it refers to the dialect spoken in Northern Germany.


This interests me-here in the States, usually a Southern accent is noted as being "improper", while the way of speaking in the north is the standard "American English" taught to foreigners. Exactly the opposite of Germany! However, America is not very much known for its diversity of dialects--other than the prominent Southern dialects, the differences between the other American dialects are not quite noticeable. It's almost guaranteed that someone from opposite ends of the country would be able to understand each other perfectly. It also is quite interesting to see how clearly the dialect divides are lined; if only America could be so organized!

Sometimes I wish I lived in Europe

It's not really a childlike wish as much as it is a contemplative thought.

What is America, you say? Ask any coy European and they have a list to playfully strike you down.

Fat. Cheerful. Overworked burnouts. Rude. Insensitive. Ignorant. Unorganized. Bland.

It's...true. And not.

When I think of culture, I think European before anything else. I think of castles older than my country. I think of sprawling museums with relics of the past, paintings that give a window into what life was long ago. I think impressive architecture, long histories and bloody feuds that sustained between infamous families.

My country doesn't have that kind of feel. America was created to be stripped of bias and tyranny. America is production, not preservation. Individual achievements over community benefit. Making the new, and tossing the old.

Culture? If diversity were a culture...

We are a melting pot. We identify ourselves with nothing that's the same but "American"--and in the loosest sense, it means that our strongest sense of pride is in that one word that our country is named after. That's our strongest link, but by no means a close, communal one.

Europeans have nations, but they also have traditions, and cultures that transcend national barriers. Regional bonds and familial traditions are tighter than any country label they have. Europeans are fond of preservation and history, dedicated to traditions.

Americans don't have an identity; they must make one for themselves.

Yes. Americans can be greedy and materialistic. Americans can be offensive. Americans can be the sweaty, exaggerated, fanny-pack travelers that they Europeans snicker at behind their backs. They may not be graceful explorers.

But keep in mind; next time you see an American huffing and puffing up the narrow stairs to the castletop, or squinting at a Louvre painting, or taking pictures after pictures of the rustic arches of the Roman forum, know that a part of them is trying to seek and capture a beautiful, tangible culture that they long for, but don't have.

Mozart's Impact

I think there was that Seneca quote that went like, "Life is like a play; it's not the length, but the excellence of acting that matters."

I think that's especially true in the case of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

I don't think this will be an incredibly informative post. It certainly won't be a scholarly analysis of his works, or on specific facts of his life.

Other than this one: he was a brilliant musician. He was a solid genius that managed to pack into his short 35 years of life what others can't attempt  to create in a century.

Mozart's K333 Sonata was the last piece I ever played at a piano competition, you know.

Other people may attempt to pound out his achievements. Because even though I was never good at music competition, I have a good sense for music, and personalities. I want to try to describe the character of Mozart--first, through other composers.

Beethoven (9th symphony) was tempestuous and explosive, Tchaikovsky (Swan Lake & Nutcracker) was illustrious, intricate, and ethereal and Prokofiev (Romeo and Juliet) was ponderous and heavy. Composers were constantly looking to make their "mark"--through a certain music style, or through a manner of composition execution or through their trademark nuances. They wanted a legacy--and being mad genisues, they wanted a dramatic legacy.

Mozart wasn't that.

Mozart is constant, comforting. His music, though not repetitive, certainly creates this straightforward sense of dependability that other music geniuses lack. His pieces have solid, melodies, with perfectly simple, mathematical rhythms that a child could count out. After he gained fame, he didn't succumb to it. He still created the same music he had all his life.

They are not hard to play. But the genius in Mozart's music isn't in the ability to play it. It's in the ability to understand it.

Behind the frills-free sonatas lie an inner musical working that is miraculous and bafflingly straight-laced. Each note has a symbolic meaning; each chord is meant to resonate a certain way.

I loved music, but I hated practicing. I didn't appreciate music until I quit piano a few months ago--and it was then that I realized that all the things my brilliant teacher said--all the meanings behind each embellishment and each --how they contributed to the whole of the creator--the composer.

In the end, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart let his music speak for himself. In his short life, he still made an enormous legacy for himself.

Try it for yourself. Listen to the composers I listed above, and then listen to Mozart's K333 Sonata. You'll know what I mean.

Chocolate: Belgium vs. Switzerland

Source: http://kitchentalks.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Kitchen-Talks-Swiss-Chocolate.jpg

If there's ONE thing that makes me want to go to central Europe (Germany, Switzerland, Austria, Belgium) more than anything, it's this: the chocolate.

I still remember that time my dad brought a tin of German/Swiss truffles back home. Let's just say that I claimed the box, and it was clean and empty within three days. 

Creamy, was what I thought. It was rich and smooth and velvet that melted on your tongue. There were subtle flavors; hazelnut layering on coffee-hinted dark with just a whiff of vanilla. The outer shells were marvelously crispy, while the insides were heaven to my taste buds. 

(If I'm making you salivate, then I've done my job.)

There's no question; they have the best chocolate in the world.

But what about the best of the best--Belgium and Switzerland? They have quite a chocolate rivalry, but they both boast of proud chocolate histories and special techniques that make the delicious confections taste so spectacular. 

Belgium: 

Taste: Belgian chocolate is known for its quality of the cocoa taste in the chocolate. The flavor is stronger, more brusque, but also more pure. 

Contributions: The Belgians invented the praline in 1912--a man named Jean Neuhaus was credited coming up with the idea that would change the face of the chocolate manufacturing. He would make a chocolate mold (the converteur), and add soft fillings such as cream, nougat, or toffee (there are different flavors--hazelnut is a popular choice.)

Switzerland:  

Taste: Swiss chocolate is known for its smooth, creamy taste--since Switzerland is credited for the invention of milk chocolate, it has perfected the soft texture that melts in your mouth. 

Contributions: The Swiss had many chocolate innovations, but the most important of them came from a man named Daniel Peter. Originally a candle-maker, he switched to chocolate when he was said to have been besotted with the daughter of a chocolate-maker. He began experimenting with chocolate, and eventually ended up with a product known as milk chocolate--something that is so common today that it is unfathomable that the Europeans back then had only dark chocolate to eat. 

Which is better, you ask? 

I don't know, actually. If I ever get to go to Switzerland and Belgium, I will definitely find out for myself. 

But regardless, chocolate is a food that is quite near and dear to my heart, and it's quite cool to learn how two countries dedicate themselves to the innovation of chocolate. To have each person constantly strive to improve the technique of production and the taste--that's what gives European businesses such credibility and uniqueness. Sometimes, when I think of Europe, I think of homey, family-run businesses and individual shops that counter the American mindset of mass-production and major chain industries that, at times, sacrifice identity and quality for convenience. 

Food for thought, isn't it?

I hope you're still salivating. I certainly am.



Sources: http://earthlydelightsblog.com/belgian-vs-swiss-its-a-chocolate-off/
http://www.venere.com/blog/belgian-chocolate/
http://www.zchocolat.com/en/swiss_chocolate.asp

Cuckoo Clocks!

So, thanks to a documentary in my German class, I've discovered a little novelty with German origins.

The cuckoo clock.

Source: http://www.cuckooclocks.com/get-image.aspx?file=1-0260-01-c.jpg

Isn't it so cute?
Short history: The cuckoo clock from the Black Forest--Schwarzwald. The very first (primitive) cuckoo clock was made in around 1630. Eventually, clockmaking became a popular trade among the farmers of the Schwarzwald. When the winters were cold and the farms were covered in snow, what did they do?

Source: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e8/Clockmakers_black_forest.jpg

They made clocks. 

These days, cuckoo clocks are made with astonishing details--along with the rhythmic cuckoo chime that sounds off the hours, there can also be waltzing figures, miniature soldiers that move their limbs, and beautiful, intricate design and setting. 

The BEAUTIFUL CLOCKS
Source: http://www.cuckoo-palace.com/cuckoo-clocks-blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Schwer_17.10-225x300.jpg

The inside is no less fascinating than the outside--all the gears, wires and dials fit in this one boxlike structure called the movement, which is the heart of the clock--and the timekeeper. Cuckoo bellows are fit snugly on top of the movement, and are connected by wires and a pendulum that sets the movement in motion. 

Left: a cuckoo clock, and right: the movement
Source: http://public.media.smithsonianmag.com/legacy_blog/early-cuckoo-clock.jpg

Here's an incredibly interesting and informative 5-minute video on cuckoo clockmaking. 

To this day, cuckoo clocks are still a long-standing tradition in the Black Forest. Many of them are still family businesses that create wooden masterpieces that are not only excellent timekeepers, but a marvel and a work of art.

Sources:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57NTH-v2GXU --the video above
http://www.cuckooclockworld.com/history.htm

A Day in the Life: Breakfast in Germany

Traditionally, breakfast in Germany has been a very diverse, hearty meal with many dishes. In today's world, where people opt for a quicker lifestyle, breakfast is more simplistic; however, food is a rich culture in Germany and breakfast is an important meal of the day.

A traditional German breakfast would have:

Bread:

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The German are big on their bread, and it is usually a base staple for their meals. Their bread, cut from loaves or served in rolls, is often bought fresh from a local bakery.

Spreads:

Source: http://www.thewednesdaychef.com/.a/6a00d8341c660253ef017eea4212c4970d-pi

A choice of jam, butter, or a cheese known as quark. 

Beverage:

Source:http://liebesgermany.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/germanbreakfast2.jpg%3Fw%3D637%26h%3D424

Usually coffee or tea is served, sometimes it is a glass of juice, or milk. (note: unlike in America, where coffee is taken in mugs, coffee in Europe is usually taken in teacups, or what I like to tall "espresso cups")

Cold cuts or wurst:

Source: http://stockarch.com/files/13/08/meat_and_cheese.jpg

A German meal just isn't German if it doesn't have its sausage.

Eggs:

Source: http://img.food.com/img/recipes/27/82/30/large/picjABRsr.jpg

So that's it: a delicious, hearty German breakfast! Now, I know that the typical German does not eat such a splendid breakfast like this every day, (just like Americans don't eat pancakes and bacon every day) but it sure would be nice to have a traditional German breakfast like this every once in a while, wouldn't it?

Sources: http://www.germanfoods.org/consumer/facts/eatinghabits.cfm
http://livingingermany.geekymoms.com/2013/05/31/traditional-german-breakfast/

History: the skiing warfare of WWII

So, coming off of the current Winter Olympics excitement and Germany's victory team gold in men's skiing...I thought I might focus on Germany and skiing.

Germany, Austria, and Switzerland have had a long history in skiing. The Alps along their southern border provide one of the world's most prominent skiing bases, and kids often begin skiing while they are very young.

But...did you know that there was such a thing as skiing warfare? 

I didn't.

Dating back to the 1600s, ski warfare has been used in many parts of Europe, from the battle in Polish-Lithuania against Russia in 1605 to the Norwegian-Swedish war of 1814 to WWI Austria to WWII Germany.

Look! The Swedish!
Source: http://www.theskichannel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/20090807_Norwegian_ski_soldiers_606.jpg 

Because many parts of Europe are mountainous, especially central Europe, fighting is not always done on open terrain. In World War II, the US formed the 10th Mountain Division and took to the dangerous terrain of the Alps, where some German troops were situated.

According to a source on npr.org: "The men lived in the mountains for weeks, working in altitudes of up to 13,500 feet, in five to six feet of snow and in temperatures that dropped to 20 degrees below zero at night."

Around that time, "Ski tanks" were developed to access the snowy sites of battle:

Ski tanks
Source: http://www.theskichannel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/20090807_aerosan.jpg

I'll admit, there isn't too much rich historical background behind ski warfare, but the thought of soldiers fighting in skis was quite interesting, and something I had never encountered before:

Sources: http://www.theskichannel.com/news/20090807/guns-blood-skis-the-history-of-ski-warfare/
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=14594652

Little Discoveries

I used to learn Spanish.

The proudest moment of my Spanish-learning endeavor was not getting good grades, or figuring out elusive extra credit questions. It was not the time I got an 100 on a test.

Last year, I went to China over spring break. The best part of it wasn't climbing the Great Wall or visiting the striking palaces or even the food.

It was the moment, on a crowded, busy Beijing street, by a vendor selling fried scorpions on a stick--in a span of five minutes, I spoke three languages at once. I conversed with the vendor and translated for tourists from Spain, and in that moment in time, I switched between the three languages I knew in varying degrees of fluency almost effortlessly.

(I also tried to dissuade the tourists from buying said scorpions on a stick, but sadly, the didn't heed me.)

That was an aha moment for me. I was a little bit sick and weak that day, but I remember emerging from that street, my cheeks glowing. The fact that I COULD use the things that were taught me in class--and in such a natural way--it made me love languages even more.

This fall, even though I switched from Spanish to German, at a park district center, I picked up a copy of a Spanish newspaper--and discovered that I could read it.

That, also, was a groundbreaking moment for me.

As I am learning German, I try to do well in class, but my teacher is also very, very good at combining culture and colloquies with grammar and conjugation. Little by little, I get the full experience of Germany and its culture.

The discoveries have spiked up my life in little ways. Reading a tweet in German and suddenly figuring out that the word "gewinnt" meant "win" in past tense.  Being at a debate tournament and discovering that one of the opponents' last name was Silber--meaning silver in German.

Realizing that German isn't quite the guttural, throaty language I had perceived it to be, but actually something that sounded smooth and sweet and concise.

These little discoveries are my proudest moments.

The German Pretzel

You know what I'm talking about.

Those big, soft, chewy works of art, twisted into a rolls of doughy goodness.

Source: 

(I'm hungry.)

The German pretzel (Laugenbrezeln) has quite a long history, dating its prominent origins back to maybe the 12th century (some sources say it originated from an Italian monk in the 7th century). By the 17th century, the German pretzel was seen as a sort of religious food, usually consumed during the Lent/Easter time period. The three holes in the pretzel represented the Trinity (father, son, Holy Spirit), and during matrimony, the pretzel was thought to represent union and eternal love (hence the phrase, "tying the knot!")

The pretzel is one of the staple foods of Germany, and throughout many regions of Southern German (such as Bavaria), it can be eaten for breakfast or snack. During Oktoberfet, the pretzel is usually accompanied by fine German beer and weisswurst (white sausage).

It is traditionally made with flour, butter, yeast, and warm water. To give it the distinct crunch, some pretzels are also dipped in lye.

(I'm getting really, really hungry.)

*skips off to make my own pretzels*

Sources:
http://www.theoktoberfest.com/HTML/pretzel/
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/homemade-soft-pretzels-recipe/index.html
http://www.bavarianpretzelfactory.com/history.html

Agnes Obel

I have a weird, incredibly picky music palate. My playlists are often 10-20 songs long, if that. When I like a song, I really, truly love it, and am willing to listen to it all day.

Which leads to the fact that I never really like an artist, only certain songs he/she has to offer.

But.

There has been maybe 3 exceptions to this case. And singer/pianist Agnes Obel is one of them.

This is my favorite song from her, Dorian. 

Agnes is 33 years old, originally from Denmark. But she has been living in Berlin since 2006. She has produced 2 albums, one called Philharmonics, and another newly released album called Aventine. Her works are inspired by Edgar Allen Poe, Alfred Hitchcock, Maurice Ravel, and Erik Satie.

I have just recently discovered her, but she seemed to be a bit of a European sensation, with both her albums hitting number one on the charts of Denmark, Belgium, Norway, and Germany.

Go on and listen. It's perfect for a rainy day.