ironic and curious. I like to write and I think I'm pretty good in it.

I like, no..., I love to explore the city. Urban intellectualism, that's my thing. Theater, cinema, dive bars (I don't know why), Broadway shows, a cup of coffee on a sunny Sunday, unconventional greetings, good cuisine. I like to discover beautiful places, in the city or in nature. I think, Robert Frost's poem "The Road not taken" is breath-taking, even it is a cliché.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YGEZbcJ9pI

Next goal: Assistant Professor for Literature at NYU, now an advanced PhD student at Columbia, journalist, music-, and literature-critic. Can you live with that?

Spelling mistakes? I'm glad that you are annoyed! But don't be too harsh on me. I have an European accent, please figure out what this means in relation to the last sentence. Uhh, I forgot: I try to avoid smiley faces. It's not easy :)

grad school, literature-phd-student at Columbia. Would like to get in touch with NYC. In my dissertation, I write about life and death. The usual stuff. Besides that, I laugh a lot.

talking. listening. And taking things not too seriously.

People feel comfortable in my company. They are never bored because I just adore conversations. Especially the deep ones. And this is not an ironic statement. I'm serious.

how I say "squirrl...!" and I like the adjective "beautiful" (see above).

sufjan stevens, the dark knight, synechdoce new york, taxi driver, manhattan, the big lebowski, arcade fire, the black keys, education sentimentale by gustave flaubert (the last 10 sentences are expressing the essence of life) and some kafka stuff. The man without qualities is brilliant. My future wife has hopefully read at least the last book.

If you cry after that, I'm fully yours: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HomxX7pmEQI

mad men, breaking bad, homeland, girls.

Journalism. I love the Sunday issue of the New York Times. On Sundays, 'The Times' ist the best newspaper in the world.

my teeth.
my legs.
my stomach.
squirrls, but only the little ones. Not the big, American ones which look like rats. (no offense!)
cats.

does the word hipsterish really exist?

Out! Bar, Club, Opera, Concert (Bowery Ballroom or Jazz Club), friends, anyware but not at home. Only sometimes, when it's snowing... brrrr. And when I watch a movie in my bed, eating ice cream. (I know, this is a fullfilled American fantasy.)

At the end, we all want to be loved.

it resonates.