curi·ous {Old French curios} Drawn to investigate, prick up the ears, ponder for the sake of pondering. Enticed by mysteriously labeled bottles.
vo·luptu·ary {Late Latin volupturius} A lass devoted to the pursuit of pleasure. An unabashed epicurean, hedonist, libertine, sensualist, lotus-eater.
We hosted a party this weekend and I was quite impressed by the turnout, given the subzero temperatures and inches of lumpy, slick ice (presumably the result of plummeting temps followed by thaw followed by freeze again?) covering the ground. The path carved below, for example, is not stone but thick, gray ice. Which is [...]
edit, edit, walk, edit. beats the pants off holding up the facade of a building all day…
The editing is progressing by sheer force of will, part three of four is nearly chewed through. I am feeling grateful to be getting this behind me, and I can’t wait for the next pass–a chance to refine. This one has been–as far as such things go–fairly tricky, like juggling flaming porcupines. Never again, writing [...]
Counting on my new lucky (?) writer’s cup. Learned today: Je me souviens. I remember.
The theme for the day was artful display. Continued research for a new and percolating project, at the Bibliothèque Charcot and various historical spots of relevance. A lot of map reading and walking, but nothing like tomorrow’s too-ing and fro-ing, so Bonne nuit!
Another editing day, so more homestead images. Besides the afore mentioned bakery smells and plate crashing, one often experiences piano scales in this stairway. Seems à propos. When opening the door (mine seen here), it is into pitch blackness, day or night. Quite eerie groping around for the lightswitch. Here also is the view from [...]
Another big editing day, thus just a picture from the living room window of the rainy, lovely, very busy corner. The bakery, still open, fills this room with baguette vapors every morning. Perfect for combating the screaming and plate smashing in the spookily dark, gorgeously spiral staircased passageway at 6am. C’est la passion Française! Well, [...]
A splendid day editing. The clouds have finally parted (she wrote with unedited zeal)!
We hiked ten miles today along the Havel river, from Charlottenburg to visit our friend Jochen at the American Academy in Wannsee. My first visit to the Grunewald (Green Wood).
It was a good walk, traipsing through the underbrush of my honey’s childhood, gathering acorns and pondering the invitation to fall into “play” that a natural [...]
The past is never dead. It’s not even past. ~William Faulkner, 1951, Requiem for a Nun.
I woke to the sound of techno and clanging steel. Turns out once a year my street, Fuggerstrasse, hosts the eu’s largest bondage/fetish extravaganza, Folsom Europe!, which delights me to no end because:
a. that would be inescapable Folsom Street, [...]