This entire photoset is lovely and awe-inspiring. (I’m reminded of the imagery from Samsara and Baraka, I can’t help it.)
Gabe. Ballpoint pen, 3x4 ft.
The cross-hatching on this is incredible — there’s something soft and kind of luminous about it, like gauze.
I was absentmindedly working and shuffling through my go-to music channel on YouTube when I noticed a pattern in the top comments for the last several songs I listened to:
"This song awakens my inner stripper"
"harlem shake fans will never find us here"
"In powder we trust"
"Listened to this toasted was the best thing ever"
Apparently, I have graduated from forest-fairy electro-pop to stoner jams. Not that they’re so different…
It’s been a little over a month now since I was on vacation in Europe, but I’m determined to catalogue as much of my travels as possible, before only limited contexts remain of my memories, and I have to depend largely on photographs for recall. (And even then, photographs provide only a truncated, still-by-still recall, their narrative dictated by whim or circumstance.) For me at least, visual memory is preserved most clearly; sounds, smells and tastes blur into fog.
And so my travelogue continues along, threatening to creep into 2014. Which is mostly okay by me.
Without much further ado, some notes from Austria.
7/25 - 7/26: Austria (Salzburg, Vienna)
Salzburg: Yours Truly at Mirabell Palace; anti-abortion march
Vienna: The Naschmarkt at night; the Museumsquartier; helpful advice from our hotel; 20+ varieties of balsamic vinegar at the Naschmarkt; St. Stephen’s Cathedral
Museums are a cool place to hang out and drink. Vienna’s Museumsquartier is essentially a bloc containing several stunning museums (main focus being on contemporary art, that and Austrian expressionism) with a massive courtyard in the middle. At night, the city opens up bars and food stands in the courtyard and puts out giant plastic blocks / space-age sofa-benches for you to sit on and drink. I’d never seen anything like it. The scene is vaguely reminiscent of Nightlife at the Cal Academy of Sciences, but more serene. To lay draped, half-wilted from heat, across a giant Lego, Heineken in hand, seemed to be a perfectly natural state of being that night in Vienna.
You probably can’t be vegetarian in Austria. Traditional Austrian fare is heavy on meat and starch: goulash, wiener schnitzel, sausage. (Käsekrainer, a sausage consisting of meat and cheese, is a variety particular to Vienna.) I can understand the joys of a hearty beef stew in the heart of the Austrian winter, but how does one cope in summer? (The only veg options I really saw were a) a bowl of lettuce and b) a “Veggie Delite” sandwich from Subway.)
People are anal about their health. I mean this literally (har, har) — our hotel had a washout toilet, which, if you’ve never seen one before, is basically a toilet with a flat, raised shelf in lieu of a bowl. This allows one to inspect his / her poop in a shallow pool of water before flushing. However, our hotel did not provide us with a stir stick, so I’m at a loss when it comes to the logistics of inspection.