Heading to London tomorrow. I can't believe how quickly these 10 days in San Francisco have flown by. The highlights: wine with Natalie in the sketchiest Irish bar the Sunset has to offer; getting chauffered in the Mercedes to a dive bar in the Tenderloin by my parents after Cirque de Soleil to meet Yogi; a yummy soup dinner at Drea's with Maya, Peter, Katja, and Hendrick; Kaskade at Ruby Skye (and running into a 7 foot tall Albanian/Swiss guy who used to date a friend of mine, while waiting in front); playing with the 7 year old girl down the street I used to babysit when I worked in San Francisco; the most fabulous sushi with Scott, Marisa and Dave, followed by cocktails at a hidden champagne bar and meeting the huskiest-voiced gal from Marbella at Fly afterwards (so husky that I spent the entire conversation looking for signs of an Adam's apple); Sarah, Aaron and Scott coming to my parents' house for the best fondue this side of Chamonix; lunch with John at Crepevine; and surprising my Mom with a trip to London for her 60th birthday this March. Oh yeah, and getting some work done for school. And shopping. Ha.
And off I go, to the land of my heroes, of Dickens, Thackeray, Wordsworth, Keats. I have a new interest in Trollope, having never read any of his books before, and I spent a few hours at Borders picking out the books for the next few months: Anna Karenina (Tolstoy), Our Mutual Friend (Dickens), and The Way We Live in Now (Trollope). In honour of my next voyage, here's Matthew Arnold "Dover Beach," just to jolt a few of you back to high school English class.
Dover Beach
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;--on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea,
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full and round the earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beatiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are hear as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Matthew Arnold
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Scattered Thoughts
I miss The Box. I wish it would stop raining. I saw Cirque de Soleil last night and it was incredible. Spectacular. Fantastique. Jason told me about this great spoof of Wikipedia, Uncyclopedia. All my friends seem to be have midlife (quarter life?) crises. I took the ferry this morning from San Francisco to Larkspur and it cost me a whopping $6.75 one way. I think this rain is getting me down.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Home
Flying back to San Francisco in less than 9 hours. I can't believe my time in Amsterdam is already over! The city has really grown on me, especially during the past week when I've had nothing to do but leisurely activities around town (well, I have been working a lot too, but I've enjoyed the silence of the house). On Tuesday, I met Kyle for some tapas, then headed off to the Van Gogh Museum; Wednesday, I had my daytrip to Delft; Thursday, I met Kyle in front of the Anne Frank Huis, did the tour, then strolled across the canal to Roem (one of my favourite little cafés here) where Shona met us for lunch, then the three of us headed off for some shopping (at which point Kyle may have noticed a sudden lack of interest in his conversation as we found ourselves drooling over the racks at Mango ... which may have inspired his gracious departure). On Friday, Shona and I went to Bitterzoet for a great night of dancing and drinking; Saturday I worked all day long, then met Kyle and Kyla for some wonderful Indonesian food in Leidesplein, before saying 'adieu' (as they took off for a three week holiday in Canada); Saturday night I spent a great evening with Shona and some of her friends; today, I managed to not sleep the entire day away, accomplish a little bit more work, meet a teacher for a final review of work, and then pack up all my belongings and clean the apartment. I'm off to the airport quite early in the morning (for me, anyways), but actually looking forward to being awake so I can get more work done for school. It really feels surreal to be departing so soon from this city ... as I rode the tram back to my side of town, I felt that sentimental pang of anticipatory nostalgia -- that feeling when you look at your surroundings with the full awareness that it could be many months or years until you find yourself again on that same piece of earth mixed with the uncertainty of never knowing if you will return, and if you did, in what context and for what reason.
In the words of James Michener, from the pages of one of my favourite novels, Caravans, "We are never prepared for what we expect." (And in searching for that quote, I found a great website dedicated to chiasmus, a pattern of word play that 'criss crosses' terms or letters -- a most famous example being, 'Eat to live, don't live it eat', or, one of my all-time favourites, 'I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.')
In the words of James Michener, from the pages of one of my favourite novels, Caravans, "We are never prepared for what we expect." (And in searching for that quote, I found a great website dedicated to chiasmus, a pattern of word play that 'criss crosses' terms or letters -- a most famous example being, 'Eat to live, don't live it eat', or, one of my all-time favourites, 'I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.')
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Hail!
It just finished hailing. Here are photos of the view from our apartment, so that you can imagine what it might look like in snow.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Photos
Just picked up the last and final roll of colour slide film from the lab. I've still got a roll of black and white in the camera but it may be a while til I get it developed. Here are some of the photos ... picking this roll up was a revelation (no pun intended, ha ha!) that I need to find something new to photograph besides markets. Also that I should get some talent, too, while I'm at it. Blargh.
Does anyone else find it ironic that the little boy offers his hand to a disinterested Santa ...
... while a Dutch person in blackface grimaces?
Anyhoo. Here are some photos I took in Brussels ...
And two from Argentière. The two least boring, I might add, which has me worried about the roll of black and white film I shot.
There you have it.
Does anyone else find it ironic that the little boy offers his hand to a disinterested Santa ...
... while a Dutch person in blackface grimaces?
Anyhoo. Here are some photos I took in Brussels ...
And two from Argentière. The two least boring, I might add, which has me worried about the roll of black and white film I shot.
There you have it.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Delft
Today I headed off for the little town of Delft, mainly to take a little tour of the Royal Delft factory, but also to wander in a smaller, historic Dutch town. For those of you informationally-inclined, here's some fun facts about this city.
As usual -- photos! I would have taken more, but my camera battery was dying and after the tour of the factory, it was raining and I was feeling sick, so I did a rather brisk tour of the sights.
I assumed there would be a tourist kiosk of some sort at the train station, but no such luck. Instead I just followed signs pointing me towards the De Porceleyne Fles factory.
Of course it started raining and I realised that I'd left my umbrella sitting on the kitchen table. Did get this nice photo, though.
Nice mosaic on the underpass.
Gnomes!
Thatched roof!
Inside courtyard of the De Porceleyne Fles (Royal Delftware Factory).
While tours aren't lead during the winter, you are allowed to give yourself a 'self-guided tour.' There are two stations where they have real, live painters at work, and you're even allowed to walk into the larger part of the factory where people are making the vases, bowls, and other crafts on potters' wheels.
After my tour of the factory, I headed back towards the centre of town, got a bite to eat, and walked around a bit.
The Stadhuis (town hall), erected around a 13th-century Gothic tower. There was a wedding party gathered on its steps taking photographs when I passed by.
The Niewe Kerk, across from the Stadhuis.
More interesting type to add to the collection.
The Oude Kerk, which apparently "contains the graves of prominent citizens, such as that of the inventor of the microscope" according to my guidebook, although I didn't go in to see for myself.
I can't remember why this particular building was significant but there was a sign posted explaining its relevance and a group of tourists gathered in front if that's any help. My book doesn't mention it, however.
Sint-Hippolytuskapel (finished in 1396!), used as an arsenal during the Reformation.
The leaning tower of Oude Kerk.
It was definitely a nice outing; wish I could have stayed a little longer but as I already mentioned, I seem to be getting sick and all I wanted to do was to come home and drink some tea. Going to the Anne Frank Huis tomorrow (finally), so that I can check the last of the Amsterdam Must-Sees off my invisible list.
As usual -- photos! I would have taken more, but my camera battery was dying and after the tour of the factory, it was raining and I was feeling sick, so I did a rather brisk tour of the sights.
I assumed there would be a tourist kiosk of some sort at the train station, but no such luck. Instead I just followed signs pointing me towards the De Porceleyne Fles factory.
Of course it started raining and I realised that I'd left my umbrella sitting on the kitchen table. Did get this nice photo, though.
Nice mosaic on the underpass.
Gnomes!
Thatched roof!
Inside courtyard of the De Porceleyne Fles (Royal Delftware Factory).
While tours aren't lead during the winter, you are allowed to give yourself a 'self-guided tour.' There are two stations where they have real, live painters at work, and you're even allowed to walk into the larger part of the factory where people are making the vases, bowls, and other crafts on potters' wheels.
After my tour of the factory, I headed back towards the centre of town, got a bite to eat, and walked around a bit.
The Stadhuis (town hall), erected around a 13th-century Gothic tower. There was a wedding party gathered on its steps taking photographs when I passed by.
The Niewe Kerk, across from the Stadhuis.
More interesting type to add to the collection.
The Oude Kerk, which apparently "contains the graves of prominent citizens, such as that of the inventor of the microscope" according to my guidebook, although I didn't go in to see for myself.
I can't remember why this particular building was significant but there was a sign posted explaining its relevance and a group of tourists gathered in front if that's any help. My book doesn't mention it, however.
Sint-Hippolytuskapel (finished in 1396!), used as an arsenal during the Reformation.
The leaning tower of Oude Kerk.
It was definitely a nice outing; wish I could have stayed a little longer but as I already mentioned, I seem to be getting sick and all I wanted to do was to come home and drink some tea. Going to the Anne Frank Huis tomorrow (finally), so that I can check the last of the Amsterdam Must-Sees off my invisible list.
Advance Warning
In the next few days I'm going to revamp the sidebar and remove some blogs that have stopped posting frequently (more than twice a month). If it's been a while since you've last posted (i.e., over a month) but you'd still like to remain in the sidebar, please send me an email. (If you've been posting frequently, don't worry -- I've been reading!) Thanks so much.
Really?
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Just Fondue It
Pardon the pun.
On Friday I flew to Geneva, Switzerland, where I was met at the airport and immediately whisked back to the EU side of the border, into the Alps of France. We went into the town of Chamonix for a quick bit to eat and a pint of beer, where I was shocked to observe the abundance of English people everywhere. The next morning we woke up early to go skiing.
View from the hotel.
Since words can't really do it justice, I'll just go on record and state that the Alps are probably the most beautiful place I've ever been. Here are photos from Les Houches, where we skiied on Saturday.
The road to Les Houches.
We had lunch at this little café halfway up the mountain.
The view after returning to the fog, just before skiing down the bottom of the mountain.
That night we went for dinner in the town of Charmonix at a lovely place called Le Monchu, where I had fondue that tasted exactly like my mother's, which I think is testament to her cooking. After, we had a drink at a cool little place called Le Privelege, which was like a chic cabin replete with folk singer, then house deejay.
The next day, we woke up around noon and opted to do a drive and walk around the town of Chamonix so I could take photos (both with the digital and my beloved manual Nikon).
We drove back to Les Houches so we could inquire about a nice place for dinner.
The moonrise over the mountains. as soon from Les Houches.
We went for a delicious dinner at a restaurant called Le Basilica, where I had escargots for the first time (yum!) and the most amazing chocolate ice cream dessert I've ever eaten.
The next day we woke up early and got in a morning's worth of skiing at nearby Argentière.
Then we drove back to Geneva, where I got to wait for about 4 hours at the airport to catch my flight back to Amsterdam. When I'd arrived in Geneva I was amused at the abundance of watch ads flanking the hallways of the airport (watch ad, watch ad, watch ad, bank ad -- this is the pattern), and so I counted the number of watch ads that I viewed from the parking garage to the moment I boarded my flight. 75 watch ads. I knew that Switzerland was famous for time pieces, but sheesh.
On Friday I flew to Geneva, Switzerland, where I was met at the airport and immediately whisked back to the EU side of the border, into the Alps of France. We went into the town of Chamonix for a quick bit to eat and a pint of beer, where I was shocked to observe the abundance of English people everywhere. The next morning we woke up early to go skiing.
View from the hotel.
Since words can't really do it justice, I'll just go on record and state that the Alps are probably the most beautiful place I've ever been. Here are photos from Les Houches, where we skiied on Saturday.
The road to Les Houches.
We had lunch at this little café halfway up the mountain.
The view after returning to the fog, just before skiing down the bottom of the mountain.
That night we went for dinner in the town of Charmonix at a lovely place called Le Monchu, where I had fondue that tasted exactly like my mother's, which I think is testament to her cooking. After, we had a drink at a cool little place called Le Privelege, which was like a chic cabin replete with folk singer, then house deejay.
The next day, we woke up around noon and opted to do a drive and walk around the town of Chamonix so I could take photos (both with the digital and my beloved manual Nikon).
We drove back to Les Houches so we could inquire about a nice place for dinner.
The moonrise over the mountains. as soon from Les Houches.
We went for a delicious dinner at a restaurant called Le Basilica, where I had escargots for the first time (yum!) and the most amazing chocolate ice cream dessert I've ever eaten.
The next day we woke up early and got in a morning's worth of skiing at nearby Argentière.
Then we drove back to Geneva, where I got to wait for about 4 hours at the airport to catch my flight back to Amsterdam. When I'd arrived in Geneva I was amused at the abundance of watch ads flanking the hallways of the airport (watch ad, watch ad, watch ad, bank ad -- this is the pattern), and so I counted the number of watch ads that I viewed from the parking garage to the moment I boarded my flight. 75 watch ads. I knew that Switzerland was famous for time pieces, but sheesh.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
I Got Tagged!
I got tagged by Dan-E to do this "meme." For those of you who actually care about what a real meme is, go to Wikipedia and read up on it. Anyhoo.
3 names I go by:
Jen (spelled Jenne)
Jenny (also spelled Jenne - I was a clever 14 year old, n'est pas?)
Jennifer
3 screen names I have:
JenRaub
Jenne3000
JenneRaub
3 physical things I like about myself:
My eyes
My legs
My hair
3 physical things I don't like about myself:
My tummy
My temper
My nose
3 parts of my heritage:
English
German
Norwegian
3 things that scare me:
walking home by myself
losing my cognitive functions
becoming permanently paralysed
3 of my everyday essentials:
Caffeine
Shower
Sleep
3 of my favorite musicians:
(I have way, way more than three ... )
Ella Fitzgerald
Stan Getz
Paco de Lucia
3 of my favorite songs:
(Again, way, way more than three)
Begin the Beguine
The Girl from Ipanema
I Get a Kick Out of You
3 things I want in a relationship:
friendship
love
laughter
3 lies I tell:
"I'm fine"
"I don't care"
"It doesn't matter"
3 physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to me:
Nose
Cheekbones
Height
3 of my hobbies right now:
Photography
Cooking
Travel
3 things I want to do really badly now (with a special someone):
Laugh
Talk
Kiss
3 careers I've considered doing:
Journalist
Graphic Designer
Socialite
3 places I would like to go on vacation to:
(Only three? I would like to go everywhere, except maybe one or two war-striken countries)
Uzbekistan (I'd like to do a trek of the old Silk Road)
India
Seychelles
3 kid's names I like:
Sofia
Marie
Lily
3 things I want to do before I die:
Tour all the continents, see the wonders of the world, &c
Publish a book
Have an exhibition of some kind... photography, design, art...
3 ways that I'm a stereotypical guy:
uh... I get fed up with catty girl behaviour
I like dumb jokes
I can be a little crass?
3 ways that I'm a stereotypical girl:
I cry during sappy movies
I adore clothes
I enjoy gossip
3 people I would like to see take this quiz:
Stefenie
Peter
Kris
3 names I go by:
Jen (spelled Jenne)
Jenny (also spelled Jenne - I was a clever 14 year old, n'est pas?)
Jennifer
3 screen names I have:
JenRaub
Jenne3000
JenneRaub
3 physical things I like about myself:
My eyes
My legs
My hair
3 physical things I don't like about myself:
My tummy
My temper
My nose
3 parts of my heritage:
English
German
Norwegian
3 things that scare me:
walking home by myself
losing my cognitive functions
becoming permanently paralysed
3 of my everyday essentials:
Caffeine
Shower
Sleep
3 of my favorite musicians:
(I have way, way more than three ... )
Ella Fitzgerald
Stan Getz
Paco de Lucia
3 of my favorite songs:
(Again, way, way more than three)
Begin the Beguine
The Girl from Ipanema
I Get a Kick Out of You
3 things I want in a relationship:
friendship
love
laughter
3 lies I tell:
"I'm fine"
"I don't care"
"It doesn't matter"
3 physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to me:
Nose
Cheekbones
Height
3 of my hobbies right now:
Photography
Cooking
Travel
3 things I want to do really badly now (with a special someone):
Laugh
Talk
Kiss
3 careers I've considered doing:
Journalist
Graphic Designer
Socialite
3 places I would like to go on vacation to:
(Only three? I would like to go everywhere, except maybe one or two war-striken countries)
Uzbekistan (I'd like to do a trek of the old Silk Road)
India
Seychelles
3 kid's names I like:
Sofia
Marie
Lily
3 things I want to do before I die:
Tour all the continents, see the wonders of the world, &c
Publish a book
Have an exhibition of some kind... photography, design, art...
3 ways that I'm a stereotypical guy:
uh... I get fed up with catty girl behaviour
I like dumb jokes
I can be a little crass?
3 ways that I'm a stereotypical girl:
I cry during sappy movies
I adore clothes
I enjoy gossip
3 people I would like to see take this quiz:
Stefenie
Peter
Kris
Monday, December 05, 2005
Brussels
I had a lovely, if short, weekend visiting Catrina and her boyfriend in Brussels. I arrived late on Friday night via the train (which was delayed) and had a nice dinner at Catrina and Ivan's apartment, followed by a little bit of wine while watching a movie on television. The next day Catrina and I headed out to a street market near her house so she could do the weekly shopping.
The beer ads opposite Catrina's building -- one in French and the other in Flemish.
Catrina picked out fresh produce.
Tomatoes ... and my shoes!
Church near the market.
We had lunch at Catrina's, then both attempted to do work for a few hours. Then Stijn called and offered to take us on a small outing to the nearby university town of Leuven. Stijn and his girlfriend picked us up and off we went.
Street near the centre of Leuven.
The gorgeous Gothic town hall of Leuven.
This building is really spectacular -- it's decorated in stone statues of various important figures in the city's history.
My three goals for Belgium were to drink Belgian beer, have Belgian frites and eat Belgian chocolate. In Leuven I managed to knock the first goal off my list.
Catrina and I.
Stijn, Elke, and Antoine, who I knew from when I used to teach at Sun back in 2003 ... it was a strange but cool reunion.
This statue is an important meeting spot in the city of Leuven -- there's some myth that surrounds her (something to do with taking care of students) but I don't remember the exact details too well.
We headed back to Brussels, then Catrina, Ivan and I headed out for dinner in the Grand Place. We found a wonderful restaurant where I had the most divine warm goat cheese salad this side of San Francisco's AKQA (which hasn't been on their menu in a few years so this restaurant in Brussels is the winner). The meal was wonderful, until the two Dutch men sitting next to us ruined it by engaging us in a typically illogical, irrational argument that certain Dutch people seem to be found of. I made a passing remark that my African-American friend in Madrid (along with her white-American friend) found the Dutch tradition of having a black slave (oh, sorry, "unpaid black servant") and Moors attend to Sint Nicklaas -- represented by Dutch people donning black face paint -- racist. Oh brother. The Dutch don't so much agree to disagree, they agree to argue. What irks me as while they're arguing they will constantly mention how "open-minded" and "tolerant" they are, all the while making large assumptions based on your nationality, ethnicity, age, gender, &c. They have a certain perception that Americans all think and act in the same way (much less have the exact same ideas and education) and have no qualms about putting words in your mouth, twisting your statements to be far more charged and potent than they were ever intended, and seeming to enjoy the clash of words rather than any productive enlightenment about seeing the world from another's point of view. I would not use the words "open-minded" or "tolerant" to describe this behaviour any more than I would use the words "square" and "stagnant" to describe a wheel. Had similar types of "discussions" not occured during my stay here in the Netherlands, I wouldn't be quite to apt to make this conclusion, but having been raised and educated to seek out a certain kind of argument (one that is based, at the very least, on logic and proper debate), I find these kinds of conversations completely unproductive. I usually just want to throw my hands in the air and walk away ... there's no point since no exchange of information is ever made. Perhaps instead of agreeing to disagree, the Dutch could just agree to not pick fights with happy American girls sitting next to them in restaurants.
Anyway. After we finally got rid of the Dutch men, we headed on to a nearby nightclub recommended to us by Stijn and his girlfriend, Le You.
That's me in front of the famous (and tiny!) Brussels statue, Manneken Pis.
Here's the Grand Palace of Brussels, beautifully lit up at night.
Would you like Pita Hellas, or hella pitas? (Ha ha ha ha.)
The beer ads opposite Catrina's building -- one in French and the other in Flemish.
Catrina picked out fresh produce.
Tomatoes ... and my shoes!
Church near the market.
We had lunch at Catrina's, then both attempted to do work for a few hours. Then Stijn called and offered to take us on a small outing to the nearby university town of Leuven. Stijn and his girlfriend picked us up and off we went.
Street near the centre of Leuven.
The gorgeous Gothic town hall of Leuven.
This building is really spectacular -- it's decorated in stone statues of various important figures in the city's history.
My three goals for Belgium were to drink Belgian beer, have Belgian frites and eat Belgian chocolate. In Leuven I managed to knock the first goal off my list.
Catrina and I.
Stijn, Elke, and Antoine, who I knew from when I used to teach at Sun back in 2003 ... it was a strange but cool reunion.
This statue is an important meeting spot in the city of Leuven -- there's some myth that surrounds her (something to do with taking care of students) but I don't remember the exact details too well.
We headed back to Brussels, then Catrina, Ivan and I headed out for dinner in the Grand Place. We found a wonderful restaurant where I had the most divine warm goat cheese salad this side of San Francisco's AKQA (which hasn't been on their menu in a few years so this restaurant in Brussels is the winner). The meal was wonderful, until the two Dutch men sitting next to us ruined it by engaging us in a typically illogical, irrational argument that certain Dutch people seem to be found of. I made a passing remark that my African-American friend in Madrid (along with her white-American friend) found the Dutch tradition of having a black slave (oh, sorry, "unpaid black servant") and Moors attend to Sint Nicklaas -- represented by Dutch people donning black face paint -- racist. Oh brother. The Dutch don't so much agree to disagree, they agree to argue. What irks me as while they're arguing they will constantly mention how "open-minded" and "tolerant" they are, all the while making large assumptions based on your nationality, ethnicity, age, gender, &c. They have a certain perception that Americans all think and act in the same way (much less have the exact same ideas and education) and have no qualms about putting words in your mouth, twisting your statements to be far more charged and potent than they were ever intended, and seeming to enjoy the clash of words rather than any productive enlightenment about seeing the world from another's point of view. I would not use the words "open-minded" or "tolerant" to describe this behaviour any more than I would use the words "square" and "stagnant" to describe a wheel. Had similar types of "discussions" not occured during my stay here in the Netherlands, I wouldn't be quite to apt to make this conclusion, but having been raised and educated to seek out a certain kind of argument (one that is based, at the very least, on logic and proper debate), I find these kinds of conversations completely unproductive. I usually just want to throw my hands in the air and walk away ... there's no point since no exchange of information is ever made. Perhaps instead of agreeing to disagree, the Dutch could just agree to not pick fights with happy American girls sitting next to them in restaurants.
Anyway. After we finally got rid of the Dutch men, we headed on to a nearby nightclub recommended to us by Stijn and his girlfriend, Le You.
That's me in front of the famous (and tiny!) Brussels statue, Manneken Pis.
Here's the Grand Palace of Brussels, beautifully lit up at night.
Would you like Pita Hellas, or hella pitas? (Ha ha ha ha.)
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Deluxe
There's a song stuck in my head. It's called "I'll See You in Londontown," by Spanish group Deluxe. I saw Deluxe perform at El Sol in Madrid back in the spring or summer of 2004 and regret not snatching up copies of their CDs at Fnac. Going to the site, listen to "If things were to go wrong", fall in love, declare them Spanish version of a better Coldplay, and help me hunt down their CDs -- seemingly not available off the Iberian Peninsula.
Last of the Paris Photos ... Finally
Finally picked up the fourth roll of film from the lab. Here are the last Paris photos.
One of my favourites from this roll.
This is my other favourite photo from the roll.
And here are two of the photos I took at the end of the roll, of Amsterdam.
One of my favourites from this roll.
This is my other favourite photo from the roll.
And here are two of the photos I took at the end of the roll, of Amsterdam.
It's Official
I have a fairly tough threshold when it comes to climate and temperature. I'm not one of those people who's easily affected by a little rain or heat. However, I will state, for the record, that it's officially cold here in Amsterdam. And I don't have a hat.
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