Dead armadillo
Welcome to Alabama
Can I please go now.
This must be from 2009 because I try not to go to Alabama often. I think I was driving from Texas to Maryland via Atlanta.
Dead armadillo
Welcome to Alabama
Can I please go now.
This must be from 2009 because I try not to go to Alabama often. I think I was driving from Texas to Maryland via Atlanta.
I had not visited Portland Oregon in many years until I arrived on June 12, 2015. On my Light Rail ride into downtown, I recorded my observations. They are just bullet points, but we will call it “free verse.”
WELCOME TO PORTLAND:
Ugly people making out on a street corner.
Texting on a bike while crossing light rail tracks.
Woman in wheelchair with three dogs.
Hippie skirt, backpack, and camera.
Freegan with skull skirt pulling a styrofoam container from the trash can at the food truck park and taking two bites.
Traveling to Chico, California? Need to entertain your parents in Chico? Coming to visit Chico State? In the spirit of the “listication” of travel, here are the Top 5 things to do in Chico, CA. Later, I will post more details, but at least you can keep yourself busy for a weekend. Everyone here is friendly, so reach out to a stranger for more tips.
2. Bidwell Park. At 4 times the size of Central Park, it can be a bit overwhelming, so I will break it down for you. Continue reading
It all seemed pretty normal until I really thought about it. I’m just on vacation wandering the streets in a strange city, but it doesn’t feel strange because I am actually experiencing it first person. I stop for a festival in the square, have a glass of wine, just as I would grab a lemon shake-up at a festival back home. Until I look up and realize how surreal this is.
I am in Graz, Austria, which I had not heard of until two weeks ago, where the baroque city hall (from 1823: it says so right on the front) presides over a stage where two fiddlers play Hungarian music. Continue reading
Isn’t this cool? Big pieces of foam coiling and uncoiling, spray painted with wild abandon. I saw this at the Kunsthaus modern art museum in Graz (See the portholes? Check out the museum).
I loved the exhibit. And then I read the pamphlet. Talk about a whole lot of words to say nothing. This WTF pamphlet inspired an open letter, which you can read here (including text from this craptastic description of the art).
Exhibit Artist: Katharina Grosse
Exhibit Name: “Who, I? Whom, you?”
Dear Curator,
Please stop making something out of nothing.
Sometimes art is just cool. Sometimes it is colorful. Sometimes it is whimsical. Sometimes it is to shock us, tick us off, or Sometimes it doesn’t need explanation. Sometimes, we can just look at it and say “wow.” Continue reading
I’m not sure what I expected on the overnight train When I boarded at 12:56am (or 00:56 which sounds like a time that doesn’t exist), the conductor showed me to my bunk and asked if I would like coffee or tea in the morning. Do you mean that you will wake me up? Yes, she replied. How exciting to have a wake-up beverage before my 7am arrival. Plus, my anxiety over not waking up was relieved.
However I did not anticipate the knock on the door at 5:50 to hand me my ticket. Did I miss a time zone between Innsbruck and Graz. I looked at my watch, then my cellphone, then my watch again. No, I hadn’t. Back to sleep. Fifteen minutes later came the tea. Somehow I expected to be awakened at 6:45 with tea an a fond farewell. Guess they thought I was beautiful enough without my beauty rest.
The four of us spent the last 40 minutes staring into space, or out the window, trying to ignore the obvious–that we were face to face like in Level 42’s “Something About You” video biding our time silently till Graz.
Written 6/28/2014
Words don’t work here. You don’t just see the clouds roll in, encroach. You feel them also. The moist. The chill. But not too chilly, since it’s June. Pictures don’t work either because they are only two dimensions. You want to bring back the stereoscope or wish you hadn’t broken your 3D camera.
You want to invent words for the sound—the dull roar of the city below, like a faraway waterfall. Or a faraway jet engine. Yu think you hear the clouds, but it is only the light breeze captured within your ear. The birds chirp very faintly. You see only a butterfly, rocks, wild flowers, and a trail. The future is not clear—only glimpses when clouds decide to give you a chance. But you don’t need the future. All you need is the next ten steps ahead of you. Then more will reveal itself. (Was that a metaphor? It wasn’t intended to be, but I like it that way.)
Written 6/26/2014
I had planned to go to the top of the mountain via the cable car either yesterday or today, but the weather was gray yesterday and I put my bets on today. It’s 10am, and the sun has been shining for 2 hours. Weather says rain starting at 10:00am. Now I’m at the first funicular station … let’s see if the weather holds up, for the clouds are still lingering up in the mountains, ready to strike. I left my sunglasses in the hotel–not ready to tempts fate (or more accurately, superstition).
The journey up the Nordkette in pictures:
I was I love when I saw the waterfall, projectile drooling from a giant bald moss head. The entrance was below his right shoulder, and what was inside was amazing.
After a 20-minute bus ride past the fringes of Innsbruck, I was here–what for, I was not sure. Kristallwelten Swarovski might have just been a gift shop for Swarovski crystal or a factory tour, but it turned out to be what a contemporary art museum should be–an interactive experience, dazzling (what a clichéd word) the senses with sight and sound. Some were action, some were videos, some were exhibitions, and the coolest were theater.
Like a haunted house, each new room is hidden by a black curtain, revealing its surprises slowly. Each room was a big top, its own spectacle. Here, the parading legs and dancing suit pants made famous in Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit” video.
Walking into a crystal dome, a magic mirrored planetarium, like being inside a crystal with some really cool ice music. (To try to experience this, try this link , have your computer sound on, and check out the other artists too.)
But unlike much contemporary art, which alternately insults you, confuses you, and grosses you out, this captured imagination, immensity, sensory stimulation, and amazement. I watched all sorts of visitors (old, young, from many countries) walk into the rooms and say ‘wow.’
The surprises reminded me of the Dali Museum in Figueres Spain, but more carefully curated, with a greater variety and more consistency. Even though Dali made art for the Swarovski museum, it was eclipsed by many others.
Photographs and explanations scarcely capture the bizarre. But more than bizarre, there was a rapturous (did I make that word up?) quality. I wanted to stop and stare. Not to rush through to see what’s next.
Try the whole virtual tour here, but have your computer’s sound turned on.
Written 6/24/2014