Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
One stop was this Czech church and monastery which was being restored. From the road, I'd been attracted by the crumbling siding.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
The army party service (not their real name) came into 700 Pink (the musician) tickets, two available per ID card holder. So four of us (Amber, her husband and a friend of mine) piled into the car and drove into Nuremberg for a night of happy fun.
The way in was a bit slow, as we got caught up in a massive traffic jam for at least an hour on the autobahn before being shuffled into the parking lot, which was in the center of a field where Hitler had rallied a youth Nazi group. Amber pointed out the spot from which he’d spoken. I imagined him standing there. There’s no escaping history here.
The concert started with a large crane holding a box with four attached balloons, which was held up over the crowd. A big bang, and Pink emerged and dropped to the earth like a slutty angel.
Wild costumes, smoke machines, great back-up, and deep, strong voices filled the night air. Truly pure entertainment. I loved it. But I was thinking about the environmental effects of concerts, whether they were justified to continue, and the value of this sort of entertainment. (I was the kid who pondered fires during basketball championship games, after all.) I decided we need to enjoy life, and concerts are communal gatherings, shared happiness, and a good thing.
So I drank my beer and swayed along, delighting in the confirmation that I still love going out, and appear to have no set endpoint on how late I can stay. (I keep worrying that I’m going to wake up one day all stodgy and dull. What a relief that I am not.)
It was an excellent concert- a night of laughter and no worries. Except the part at the end where she fell off stage and couldn’t sing her last song. But that’s life. Even rock stars fall down. The whole thing, very rejuvenating.
Amber and her husband, Patrick, good Montana folks.
She's at the bottom. I was a little slow.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I came across a quote while reading, how Virginia Woolf asked in her book, “A Room of One’s Own,” why do people bother with love and having children when they know in the end, we all will die? It’s all for nothing.
I keep wondering about that this week. Of course, it could be extrapolated to all of life. Why do we bother with anything at all, least of all love and children? Why are we playing this game of life? Why not just ball up and die and then it’s done?
But I can’t ascribe to that. It’s hard to know why or what we’re doing here. It’s not like I haven’t been wondering this for years along with many others. I think a person has to think about these things, or you’re going to be just slipping along , day by day, until you slide into your grave. It could just be one monotonous life. Or it could be something else.
Giving and receiving and loving and living. Believing in something, whatever it is, is probably necessary.
Monday, July 12, 2010
I intend to do all three.
I received my new camera. Finally. After a swirling round about way of sending payment. Nothing it seems lately is smooth on the first try. However, I think this was worth the wait. I’m not unhappy, as I mostly thrive on delayed gratification. I don’t think there’s an actual endpoint of “how long to wait” before getting what I want. It could be years or days, more is generally better. What does this mean? I do not know.
But I do have a camera now, to replace the one that the Barcelona thieves ran off with. And it’s delightful.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Life’s a mish mash right now of feelings. I think something’s on the horizon, but I can’t see it yet. Perhaps it’s just the breathlessness of life. Of not knowing, and getting to discover each day as it comes. Instability is excitement. Happiness. It truly is life.
Pages flapping, trees fluttering. My toes warm as the morning sun shifts to afternoon.
It feels like summer. And I am lucky.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
In a gallery here. I like the pencil lines on this one. It's from 1915.
The most beautiful guitar music-- he was picking-- like a Spanish guitar, and it wafted through the cobbled street as I wandered along.
Half dead, half alive. Still beautiful.
I guess a church. I didn't go in. I like the painting on the building.
A couple on the ground.
This church had dragons painted on the wall.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Simple clean room with balcony. Perfect for me.
The TRAVEL BULL. Get goin' now, or he'll charge you!
That man just looks like he stumbling. Hope he has coffee not you know what.
Inside the Market Hall. I thought it was the synagogue. What a pleasant surprise. So I had an espresso.
I'll be darned, if it's not the actual synagogue, right out the window. And somehow I walked right past it.
From another angle.
The mineral baths. But they're not open. Never mind, still nice. I don't really like the public baths anyway.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
(For fun: one of the pics has something naughty hiding in it. Can you find it?)
This little boy was sweeping and singing. I wanted a picture of him doing it-it was so cute, but he wanted to come talk to me-- would not stop smiling.