Fabulous S dragged me to that barber shop in trendy Williamsburg Greenpoint. Dudes with tattoos, racing magazines and everything very 50ies. And the guy who is doing your haircut, rarely uses scissors, more like a electric razor, switching blades a gazillion times. And at the end I had … the most fabulous haircut ever. And no, I won’t tell where that place was … 
oh, well, back in austria the New York festivals sounded always so glamorous, so prestigious. While this might be true for the award itself (high quality work there), its definitely not true for the ceremony itself.
They simply rented out the (small) Samsung flagship store and the whole thing was presented by someone who could have played easily a role in the stepford wives. Unfortunately I couldn’t get the false laughs and strange smiles on video, but here are some impressions and videos (I kinda pity the people who flew to NY from europe to get this award in person. what a waste of time).
Well at least I and the stepford wife had matching outfits. nice. 
so we had again an interschool tournament, and this time I didn’t feel ready at all, waiting to the last minute to go there. Fortunately fabulous S persuaded me to go there so I went there and had a fabulous time, discovering lots of room for improvement on my form (although I got a 8.4, not that bad).
funny thing is, snoring prevented that the video of my form was recorded. how? well, our guest (yes, the one who didn’t hear the fire trucks and chainsaw action) is an incredible loud snorer. he was SOO loud that I recorded it, switching the camera to audio only (where the lens doesn’t extend at all and only audio is recorded).
and I (of course) totally forgot about it when I handed the camera to a friend to record my form today. since the lens didn’t extend and there was no visual feedback whats going on, he assumed the camera was broken, and couldn’t record a thing ….
here are some nice pics:
and I got kicked right into my face multiple times as you can see in the video. I was just too tired, not kicking at all and only playing defense. well, we all have those days. I am pretty happy that I went anyhow.
oh, and I got my nose broken (but already 4 days ago when a roundhouse kicked scratched my face during sparring. and luckily only the lower part got broken. but still …. ouch.)
imagine waking up on a saturday morning at 6:30am because of the massive noise of a chainsaw. aaaargh! since there is a construction site next to our house I was close to calling 311, thinking the source of the noise has to be them. but NO!
when I looked outside the window I saw to my utterly amazement THREE HUGE fire trucks in front of our building, and fire man cutting through the steel door of the shop below us, hosing down something with lots of water. apparently a machine or something caught fire.
but now comes the funny part of the story. I was the ONLY one in the whole flat who woke up. Even our guest who was sleeping right in front of the window didn’t wake up at all. The whole building could have burned down, ah, whatever, just let me sleep.
but the most funny thing is, that one of my roommates heard a mouse running around and woke up by that noise. of course thats A LOT louder than people cutting through a steel door with a chainsaw right below you ….
