Posts Tagged ‘museums’

~the green valleys of silliness~

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Easter water is thought to have healing properties–farmers once herded their cattle to brooks on Easter morning to protect them from illnesses. Another tradition calls for young women (ahem) to bathe in the early morning on Easter to secure everlasting youth and beauty. Who am I to doubt it? All bathed and youthful, we had […]

~ver sacrum: the rite of (nearly!) spring~

Saturday, March 22nd, 2008

How a lady feels after an uncharacteristic night of Blaufränkisch… The Medicean Venus, in her case of rosewood and 200 year old warbly Venetian glass, looks something like Snow White waiting for her transplant.… Saturday began at the Naschmarkt, a produce and specialty food market along the Wien river that has been around since the […]

~floating in a most pe-cu-li-ar way~

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

Sometimes life gives you exactly what you ordered. This can be good or bad, but probably shouldn’t surprise if you’ve been taking notes or at least not reading Oblivion Enthusiast magazine in class.

~je pense donc je suis~

Monday, February 4th, 2008

The soothing German voice of the navigation system of Christian’s Porsche layered over the angst-ridden oh-so-American yowling of The White Stripes as we roared through our personal mountain range, the Jura. The morning’s snow looked lovely balancing on the pine branches as we whizzed past. We were heading to Lausanne, but the truth is we […]

~e ticket~

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

As a kid my favorite place to be (besides fighting riptides in the Pacific Ocean) was Disneyland. Nevermind I was later refused admittance because of my inappropriate hair color (something quite fascistic about any place claiming to be The Happiest Place on Earth). At nine, Disneyland was the place to be. I loved the Haunted […]

~skeleton dance~

Friday, January 11th, 2008

If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance. ~George Bernard Shaw Yesterday was all about digging (and digging deeper within) the literary tradition of Ireland. Here is the view from my daily train (DART) into Dublin, and Connolly station. I explored the northern area of Dublin […]

~gutter, stars~

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

The day began rather late, as our internal clocks are all crazy and we stayed up until 2am giggling over the absurdity that is Scarface on the local tv station. So this morning I loafed in my pjs and planned my schedule for the next few days. Today’s agenda: First, a visit to the formative […]

~honour thy error as a hidden intention~

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

This weekend we went upstate to pick up a ancient oak desk chair I found on craigslist as an early Christmas gift for Ali, so we decided to go to the Storm King Art Center . It’s a whole lotta land with a whole lotta sculpture. Richard Serra’s stuff was great and organic as usual. […]

~somewhere there’s heaven~

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

I believe sleeping twelve hours and getting up at two constitutes vacance. Ali woke to an omelet and a salad of strawberries, orange, and mint (pilfered from last nights Vietnamese). I love any excuse to snarf the butter here, which is unfathomably delish and nothing like home. We hightailed it to the south east edge […]

~try again. fail again. fail better~

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

Today we went to the Centre Pompidou and saw a rather silly but entertaining show on Beckett. I wasn’t really in the mood for museums, this trip is all about exploring, on foot, metro, foot again. My calf muscles are beyond aching, but this is what makes me happy these days. The French women who […]

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