Saturday, January 22, 2011
finally settled on Karli India Gate . . . that is, Mrs recognized the name from her Lonely Planet guide, but this is not the one in the book -- it's on Nikolaistrasse, and this is Karl-Liebknecht -- might be a chain, don't know . . . but this threw our plans off-kilter . . . instead of a quick kebab we had an Indian Feast lasting 2 hours ...
We didn't plan to see much of either city, just shopping and so forth . . .
but we were excited to go back to the Carousel...
A very fine menu just to peruse ...
Saturday, January 15, 2011
he has Some fig leaf of artistic integrity . . . I liked in the short film they had, an interview of him, he said,
"I have no interest in Beauty...
I have no interest in Feelings...
I am only interested in MY imagination."
if you google him you will see many interesting things . . . words & pix . . .
I think the official web site is here. I have read, and pass on to you, with no judgement, the idea that the other "official" web site is a rip-off, of which the artist Tichy' is critical. Tichy' is on ARTNET . . . tho' he gets not a kopek from the sale of his works.Photography is painting with light! The blurs, the spots, those are errors! But the errors are part of it, they give it poetry and turn it into painting. And for that you need as bad a camera as possible! If you want to be famous, you have to do whatever you're doing worse than anyone else in the whole world.
Natcherly, since other people are in charge of his art now . . . they wouldn't let me take pictures of the photos . . . I got two before they stopped me -- courteously, I should say . . . but the ones I wanted were mostly in the back room after they had stopped me . . .
Sunday, January 9, 2011
So I’m just sittin’ on the train, playing with my iPod Touch (listening to jazz and playing Bejewelled), going to work on a late Sunday night to make changes to the database.
The fat slob I was sitting next to -- he spilled over into my seat, but I wanted to sit so I could concentrate, if you see how I mean, on my game – smelled acridly of hard likker of some sort.
Some guy got on the train and started passing the hat – actually a plastic bowl full of coins. He shoved it under my nose and I callously shook my head and kept playing my game.
The guy next to me sat up, looked into the bowl and tried to grab it . . . a tug of war appeared to ensue.
I stood up the way I used to in akido after a break-fall, with a hip pivot, back out into the aisle, out of the line of fire, saw an empty chair down the car so I just kept walking – all one smooth motion – I could sense gasps and admiring glances at my efficiency – sat down and kept playing.
I vaguely heard raised voices, and the guy with the bowl got off shortly at the next stop, with his bowl, but with loud imprecations for his antagonist.
I paid no mind, tho’ I did once again sense the public opprobrium for the offender.
I don’t know if the other passengers were actually embarrassed or upset at the confrontation, or viewed my callous discretion as admirable or appalling.
My old akido teacher Bruce used to say that the Old Masters were so together, that if the chair on which they sat collapsed, they would not fall – the lesson being that one should always sit in readiness. I’m not saying I do all the time but I was ready this time . . . 8^D . . .
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
So NIN invited us (Oktober, I mean, and we tagged along . . . 8^D ...) to a dinner cooked by his Father . . . not knowing what to expect, we were not entirely nonplussed by the large horse living in their house, a young dog 7 hands tall, some kind of black lab, I don't remember -- BIG dog . . .
Had no idea what to expect for dinner . . . NIN had proved a very able chef, but these things are not necessarily hereditary, y'know . . . so . . . we didn't get a photo of the first course, Forest Mushroom Ramekins . . . it's hard to describe how wonderful they were . . . crispy light dough crusts, succulent mushrooms with a hint of some fine, delicate Dutch cheese . . . insert Shivver with Delight.
Monday, January 3, 2011
I will never learn . . . .most of our other train trips had been almost flawless, needled only by the picayune objectionabilities that inevitably occur in any travel . . . and free of the indignities and humiliations of modern Air travel, but this trip was awful. So now begins the long painful process (I fear) of getting justice . . . I mean, I appreciate the rock-&-a-hardspot position of the conductors, but still . . . . I want my pound of flesh . . . .
Prosím, přesměrovat náš dotaz na správnou stranu - to je matoucí,na mezinárodních cestách.
Chtěli jsme rezervy soukromý prostor pro 2. To byly vyprodané,takže jsme se usadili na prostor pro 4 (2 jsme rezervovali lůžka). Vizpřiložené fotografie našeho lístku (AMS - PRG, 27/12/2010).
Nicméně když jsme nastoupili do vlaku v Amsterdamu, nemohli jsme najít naše auto # 173.
Ve skutečnosti tam byly 3 skupiny z nás v této situaci: rodina 6Mexičanů, 4 Korejci a dva z nás.
Vlak neměl auto # 173!
Reakce vodičů v rozmezí od zneužívající lhostejnosti k zmatenipodrážděně.
Po nějakou dobu, to bylo nakonec dohodnuto, že bychom všichni měli mít lehátka do Berlína, pak přejít na jiné lehátka z Berlína doPRG.
Jsme se usadili na prostoru pro 4, protože věděl, že jsme se mohlisdílet tento prostor, ale vzali jsme bolesti nejsou rezervovat lehátka - to je nevyhovující a nepohodlné nahradit.
V Berlíně, na 5am, museli jsme se sami sebe vyburcovat ze spánku,a přesídlit do jiného oddělení pro 6.
Nechápeme, jak to je, že jsme byly prodány vstupenky na spaníauto, které neexistuje.
vodiče může dobře dělali všechno, co lze očekávat v takové situaci,ale výsledky nejsou uspokojivé pro nás, vůbec.
My otázka, zda můžeme věřit železniční systém již správně čestvstupenky. Pokud se nám to opět cestovat vlakem, rádi bychomvěděli, jak je k řešení takových událostí v té době, na koho mluvíme?
Rádi bychom náhrada za služby, které není považováno. vodiče se snažil zastrašit nás do přijetí sedadel spíše než prostor vůz, který jenna základě našich počet - téměř plné auto - jsme byli schopni se bránit.
Please redirect our inquiry to the proper party – it is confusing on international trips.
We wanted to reserve a private compartment for 2. Those were sold out, so we settled for a compartment for 4 (we booked 2 berths). Please see the attached scan of our ticket (AMS – PRG, 27/12/2010).
However when we boarded the train in
In fact there were 3 groups of us in this situation: a family of 6 mexicans, 4 koreans, and the two of us.
The Train had no car #173!
The reactions of the conductors ranged from abusive indifference to perplexed exasperation.
After quite some time, it was finally arranged that we should all have couchettes to
We had settled on the compartment for 4, knowing that we might have to share that space, but we took pains to not book couchettes – this is an unsatisfactory and uncomfortable substitute.
We do not understand how it is that we were sold tickets on a sleeper car that did not exist.
The conductors may well have done all that could be expected in such a situation, but the results are not satisfactory to us, at all.
We question whether we can trust the train system anymore to properly honor tickets. If we do travel by train again, we would like to know how to address such contingencies at the time, to whom do we speak?
We would like a refund for service not rendered. The conductors tried to browbeat us into accepting seats rather than compartment berths, which only by virtue of our number – almost a full car – were we able to resist.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
We had a nice rioja with the ChateauBriand. Perfect Pairing, again.