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
Unlike Iain Banks, Janet Chen’s Guilty of Indigence — The Urban Poor in China, 1900-1953, has more in common with Gail Hershatter’s The Gender of Memory, and shall not be inhaled in a 24 hour period. It’s possible, but I suspect … Continue reading
A few months ago various people in Uferstrasse got together to save some trees that were to be felled in order for water works to be done. A while ago we thought the trees had been saved. It turns out … Continue reading
A warm autumn afternoon yesterday with Michael, come all the way from Madrid. A morning cleaning, and more warmth of sun in the café at the gates of Uferhallen; many people wandering about on the last day of a large … Continue reading
(Just before cycling back to rehearsal…) Our beautiful tree of Uferstrasse will remain for the moment. The Berliner Wasserbetriebe has said it will consider all possibilities to preserve the Plane tree. Thank you to everyone who showed up and helped … Continue reading
Outside the window where I work with Dy are many beautiful trees. My view, as I sit here and write or work or make yoga, cooking, eating, talking, life… is with trees. Through their boughs and leaves, branches, stems, twigs, … Continue reading
He carries a large white bucket and three different brushes, two delicate tied on to poles, one short and fat. The first he uses for scrubbing a fresh coat of grey-green enamel around the upper reaches of the small street … Continue reading
… but not so much sun this spring. A view from my window in Wedding, over the BVG workshops, now becoming dance studios. The bus or tram washing hall turned into a bar, open infrequently, though last night was one. … Continue reading
A week in Brussels. Much reading, three new books, two finished. Much cooking also, Hans, Aunschka, Paea whom I’ve not seen for over a year and an half, James, Gala, Gina. Climbing too, reminding me why I love this verticality … Continue reading
Why are you photographing busses in Picadilly Circus? To prove I was here. … and that I was a tourist. on train, night, into london bridge station mainly for the arabesque picadilly circus w1