Posts Tagged ‘berlin’

~the bright & hollow sky~

Saturday, December 3rd, 2016

We danced to Iggy’s The Passenger and Bowie’s Heroes. We stayed up until 3:30 and woke at 6:30 to head to Tegel airport. Tschüssi, Berlin!

~museum für naturkunde~

Thursday, December 1st, 2016

Beautiful wet specimen, 1930s insect models, and students of the Dodo.

~pantoffeln & glück~

Wednesday, November 30th, 2016

We rented a car and had an adventure at the family storage unit on the outskirts of Berlin. Because of our crazy schedule, we had a mere ninety minutes to find the one thing we’s come for: Ali’s mother’s hand-written cookbook. Greeted by a small room-sized crate of boxes, we found it–in nearly the very […]

~no faces when photographed~

Monday, November 28th, 2016

Dinner at Clärchens Ballhaus, built in the late 1800s (in the Gründerzeit), to celebrate our first dinner date sixteen years ago today.  Then a seven mile stroll across the city in 23 degree freeze, with a stop midway to greet Goldelse. I massacred a bit of Als das kind kind war (aka Lied Vom Kindsein/Song of […]

~schnapsidee~

Sunday, November 27th, 2016

Leydicke: since 1877. A last remaining schnapps distillery in Berlin. Unheated (actually freezing inside), smoke and history filled. Beautiful carved backbar overlaid with posters of James Dean, Betty Page, Zappa, Janis, The King. Dig that smoke patina. Small stage for live music. All prices include bottle.

~wunderkammer olbricht~

Saturday, November 26th, 2016

Memento mori, anatomical models (1680, Stephan Zick), and my first Narwal horn sighting.

Protected: ~kunst-werke redux~

Friday, November 25th, 2016

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

~sound & vision~

Thursday, November 24th, 2016

Blue, blue, electric blue, that’s the colour of my room. Pilgrimage to 155 Hauptstraße, to the apartment this song was composed in and of. I feel thankful to all artists who’ve been a lifeline, and in particular to the ghost Bowie still inside, wondering and waiting for the gift of sound and vision. For the Iggy […]

~every day is like (eternity) sunday~

Sunday, November 20th, 2016

Field trip to the East to a flea remembered in Prenzlauer Berg became a lesson in the one Sunday of the year every Berlin flea is closed, appropriately called Totensonntag (Sunday of the Dead) or Ewigkeitssonntag (Eternity Sunday).

~views from the abyss~

Wednesday, November 16th, 2016

Imagining these days as narrated with deadpan digressions on death, absurdity, cruelty of the natural world, the abyss. Oh wait, I’m just mumbling to myself in a bad Bavarian accent… Below, views from Mitte.

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