Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
i am currently in zurich, and flying home at the end of two days. i dont think it will be that hard to leave europe --after all, after a month spent in one city and then another, it all becomes rather similar-- but man, that magical place in the swiss alps ...
lets just say that i have the world's best job waiting for me next summer.
part of me wants to get on a train and go back, through the tunnels and into the gondola and to 10,000 feet of no-air edge and snow and frozen lakes and meadows and whole herds of myteriously chiming cowbells swallowed and lost in the fog, swallowed in the folds of the mountain, and miss my flight home. either i go home or i go to gimmelwald.
or ... i go home ... and then i go to gimmelwald ...
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
this is not to say that i ever really doubted their existence necessarily, but the mythology, built out of postcards of charming pastoral scenes and the occasional wanderer who has returned and for whom a lack of approproate descriptive words renders them slack-jawed and gestulating violently with their hands as if they could pull the compositions of sheer magnitude out of thin air ...
which is sort of what i am doing now.
it is raining and at least 3/4ths of the residents in the hostel have planned to stay in. i didnt come all the way to the swiss alps to read in a nice little cabin.
off into the thunder and wet and majesty!
Monday, July 6, 2009
adam is going home early; he has been sick for most of the trip so far, and made the decision yesterday on the train back to germany that he's not going to spend buckets of money to be miserable. i didnt realize he was going to get off the train when he did, so it was an odd quick goodbye on the platform, feel better, have fun.
all over europe, the male pigeons are puffing up their neck feathers and dancing in circles. in the parks of amsterdam, along the high castle walls of tubingen. the latter, as i witnessed this morning, can prove to be a rather tricky place to try and mate. one bad choice of footing and -fwoop- the bird is dropping into space. babymaking failure.
i am debating the purchase of a pair of hiking boots. unfettered and footloose. all is well.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
apologies ahead of time for my shitty spelling; this computer thinks i am writing in very poor dutch
-every year when amsterdam drains its canals, they pull up about 20,000 bikes
-pot isnt actually legal; tolerance is just very high.
-nevertheless, less than 10% of the dutch actually use it.
-but they like it because the tourists boost that industry to a worth of €4 million.
-it costs €150 for a lady of the night to rent out a red light booth for 8 hours. a customer pays €50 for 15 minutes with her in that booth.
-that is a potential gross of €1450 a night.
-there are panic buttons in every booth-- if something untoward happens, the lady can depress the button and watch as her assaialt is beat to a pulp by the ladies from the nearby booths.
-second to show up is a security service, just to make it official. last to show up are the police.
-the EU is trying to put a bookend on the red-light district. shut down by 2015.
-the EU is composed of prudes.
"homesick? how can you be homesick?"
you obviously dont know what it is like to be from california!
i am walking many miles every day. i am getting a tan. i eat a lot of muesli. and investing in local specialties -- french fries or raw herring between two slices of bread, dangling my feet over the canal. i like getting lost. i like not knowing what exactly i am eating, or where exactly i am sleeping tomorrow night.