viva la suppe! surely germany loves nothing more than french.
One week back in Tübingen and already I’m running aground on the shoals of Lack of Inspiration. All the muses I had learned to do without in 2009 – Pandora, Mighty Joe Espresso, latte – I re-introduced to my body in my weeks back in the States for Christmas. Now I’m hurting for a fix. It’s like my four days and three nights spent getting bumped to later flights in airports across Europe was a subtle sign: “Don’t go back there.”
Well, in two days we’re having Suppe*r Donnerstag at Unterwegs. It’s the next in our twice-a-month-on-Thursday events. This Thursday we have a great night lined up: music, a short talk about Haiti, the introduction of the “Home Project” that I blogged about all those months ago, and a skit – that’s yet to be written by me.
There’s an art to writing good skits – and that is letting the skit write itself. In the case of Thanksgiving, we threw a giant cardboard pilgrim hat and a beard on Jochen, and – Bob’s your uncle – it was funny, even by the excruciating German standards. In the case of Christmas, we put Dolly in the role of the Disaffected Madonna whose five-year-plan was ruined on the night Gabriel delivered the Good News to her. Holidays truly are gifts.
January brings with it a spectacular lack of funny holidays. So that means I need a skit about the idea of “home”. If the title of this post is any sign, I’m currently short on ideas. Those good skits just need a good hook – so if you have any suggestions for what kind of hat to put on or what kind of awkward situation to put someone in, please write me.