Parental Leave Time

My two months of parental leave is over, and I can tell you that time has taken on a new meaning.

Before parental leave and the arrival of our second son, time was structured around Kita drop-offs and pick-ups, and the unrelenting beat of the work day: focus time, one-on-ones, stand-ups, all-hands, and so on.

During parental leave from work, the rhythm of the days feels more fluid. Often just as urgent, but more important.

We (well, mostly the mother) adjust our schedules around feedings, wakings, and diaper changings. You rise with the sun, and can't wait to get to bed after the sun sets. The Kita drop-offs and pick-ups feel like interruptions into the parental leave's unique time zone. 

There are other impositions inviting themselves to the mix. Forms must be filled out to meet bureaucratic demands. We're moving to a bigger apartment, so boxes must be packed (while the baby sleeps). All of which make the usual time-constrained demands on our schedules and energy levels. 

Aside from those impositions, time starts to feel more natural. I see parental leave as a return to a natural order of things, instead of a deviation from the expected order of things. Which is something I hope to keep in mind when I return to work.

Some Berlin Tunes

The building where David Bowie and Iggy Pop lived.

Burnt out and lost in his own revolving cast of identities, David Bowie left for Berlin, well, West Berlin.

He didn't go alone. He brought a friend, James Newell Osterberg Jr., or Iggy Pop, as most of us know him. Berlin would have seemed the perfect place for them. A city living on the edge, walled in, surrounded by Soviet tanks, and still a rough ruin. But still free. 

They shared a flat (in my neighbourhood). They collaborated, went to local shows, worked with Brian Eno, jammed with Kraftwerk, and made a musical hash of rock, punk, and electronic. And they've both gone back, again and again. Those Belin roots went deep.

So, it was a treat to find this audio treat: Iggy Pop's Berlin Bound radio special. 

Mixed up in Pop's playlist is some Nico, the lady from the Velvet Underground. She's German, by the way. Some Kraftwerk, which has become a household favourite here. Some Anton Karas, who you might remember from The Third Man soundtrack. And, of course, some Rammstein and some Bowie.

Pop's playlist is perfectly Berlin. It defies genre, from Krautrock to electronic, to 1920s oldies. It's all ear candy, if you give it a shot. And it captures some of this city's musical awesome-ness. 

The show is up for about 3 weeks, so I hope you give it a listen.

Lessons from Berlin's electoral do-over

It's election time in Berlin, again.

Why so soon?

Last time around, it didn't go so well.

For starters, election day was the same day as the Berlin Marathon. So, half the city's streets were closed for the runners, snarling up traffic.

Some voting stations ran out of paper ballots, forcing people to wait hours to vote. When new ballots didn't arrive, some stations photocopied blank ballots.

If the ballots did arrive, they were often meant for other districts. But they were used anyway, meaning people voted for politicians who weren't running in their district.

Some voting stations closed early, which is not so good.

Other voting stations stayed open far longer than allowed, which might seem good, but isn't.

The courts threw the election results out, and ordered a prompt do-over. Although some argued they should stand. I haven't heard a good reason why. 

Germany may be a country with a reputation for efficiency, but Berlin is not like the rest of Germany. The same things that make it interesting—it's urban wildness, chaotic energy, warped history—also make it hard to run.

But, while the rest of Germany shakes its head at the hijinks of its capital, I'd like to call a time-out and point out that this whole fiasco is a good thing. Let me break it down:

• We know something went wrong with the election.
• It went to court.
• The courts overturned the election results 
• The city is now rerunning the election.

In places far less democratic, if something like this electoral flop occurred, things might've looked different. There might've been a cover-up, or the problems would've been ignored, or labeled as "fake news."

What makes a democracy truly democratic isn't a well-running machine — although it helps — but when mistakes happen, we know about them from a free press. We're able to demand change through an eco-system of civic groups and respect for freedom of assembly. Independent courts uphold the law, even if it runs against the interests of our elected leaders, and institutions implement the court's ruling and correct the mistake.

An autocracy needs the appearance of being well-run, even if it isn't. So, there's no free press to point out mistakes, no civic groups or freedom of assembly to demand change, and no courts to uphold the law.

The best sign that you're living in a working democracy country is that you know when it isn't working, you're allowed to say it doesn't work, and you can try to get it fixed.

There's a lot of people out there who don't have that luxury.