Bedroom
This is where we wake up each morning. We moved the table later today so we have a complete, uninterrupted view. The windows – if they can be called that at such a size; walls perhaps – also open. Last … Continue reading
This is where we wake up each morning. We moved the table later today so we have a complete, uninterrupted view. The windows – if they can be called that at such a size; walls perhaps – also open. Last … Continue reading
The Mediterranean is un-sea-like. I mean, it doesn’t smell and taste of salty ocean the way it does in Australia or elsewhere down below. The swell is also more subdued. But oh is it glorious to be perched above a … Continue reading
I’ve been looking at Google Maps a lot lately, planning out ride possibilities around Tegeler Forst / Jungfernheide, or deducing where I’ve been on my morning training ride — actually Open Street Maps is much better, but sometimes I like … Continue reading
Again spending uncomfortable lengths of time in front of laptop, indulging in the joy of renewing my Aufenthaltserlaubnis, with the scintillating possibility of permanent residence this time (unlikely due to large, baroque concatenations of Behördebürokratismus), und then working on another … Continue reading
I went to see Hans’ new space today, which I’d heard about from Anuschka just before coming to Brussels. It sounded like a lot of work; basement machine shop with decades of oil and other dance-unfriendly substances leeched into concrete … Continue reading
A completely unexpected find yesterday while haunting Saint George’s (new China Miéville just published and miscellaneous sci-fi to pick up). Rummaging through the large books section, looking at the graphic novels and wondering if I should buy something easy to read, … Continue reading
I once stayed a night in Chungking Mansions, when a flight from Canada arrived too late to catch even the cross-border bus to Guangzhou. I was given the address by a woman at the information booth just past the exit … Continue reading
The Kantine is on the ground floor, stretching from the street back some fifty meters in three distinct sections. First is a slight mezzanine, where the BVG Orchestra practiced; separated by three or four steps and sliding accordion screen doors … Continue reading
Already in Madrid three days since arriving Saturday morning and sliding across town on the Metro to walk into Dasniya’s weekend Shibari workshop, Michael and Gala both there also. We four are together this week (and they three last week … Continue reading
A short pause for two days before the next project begins. Gala and I have been working together and in each other’s pockets for two weeks, but haven’t had much time to spend together doing not very much. Somewhere in … Continue reading