You can look at all my recent photos. I apologize for the slanted angles. I will have to fix that later, as I have to move quickly and get off line. I will also fix the doubles and edit out the crap. I'm using Flickr a bit to store photos as you will learn about a few posts down.
Do I have a show from any of this? Maybe. If you think a show on doorknobs, doors and letter boxes might be interesting. I seem to have taken quite a few pictures of them.
How do you like the 689 pictures so far??
Here's just Art Nouveau and just the letterboxes. And finally, my lovely collection of doorknobs.
Much love,
Jill
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
To Danielle
A lovely girl named Danielle who is living in Mons, Belgium has been watching my blog for some time. She sent me a lovely email saying she had enjoyed reading about where I had been and so on; So, Danielle emailed me and offered me a place to stay should I choose to visit Mons. For various reasons, I have declined, but it was a tough decision to make because I love a free place to stay, I love to meet the locals, and I love an unexpected opportunity, but nontheless, I declined.
Well, today I received an email from Danielle saying she was coming to Brussels and did I want to meet for a coffee or a meal? Well, of course, I said. Except, I only had one problem; I could not yet figure out how to navigate a pay phone. I must be a complete idiot or every phone I found today was broken.
So, Danielle, if you are reading this, I humbly apologize for not being able to contact you today despite my best efforts. I sincerly hope you didn't spend the day in Brussels wondering about when I would call or feeling bad when I didn't. If you ever come to Vancouver, the coffee and a place to stay is on me.
Sincerely,
Jill
Well, today I received an email from Danielle saying she was coming to Brussels and did I want to meet for a coffee or a meal? Well, of course, I said. Except, I only had one problem; I could not yet figure out how to navigate a pay phone. I must be a complete idiot or every phone I found today was broken.
So, Danielle, if you are reading this, I humbly apologize for not being able to contact you today despite my best efforts. I sincerly hope you didn't spend the day in Brussels wondering about when I would call or feeling bad when I didn't. If you ever come to Vancouver, the coffee and a place to stay is on me.
Sincerely,
Jill
the horror
I thought I could do it, I did it before. Oh boy have I fucked up, maybe. There's hope to solve my littel problem. What I did was try to copy images off of my memory card to put themon line for you, faithful rader of my blog. Well, I was able to do that, but what I also did was erase the images frm my memory card. This is bad. I need to take these images home with me and a file on Flickr is not the same.
So for now, all of my photos from my last day or 2 in Paris and ALL the art nouveau and Brussels phots are hiden in a folder on a computer in a dodgy part of Brussels populated by North Africans and a youth hostel.
My plan? To search out a USB stick tomorrow, hustle back and get those photos on that stick and delete them from this computer. Will I sleep well tonight? Probably not. But how hard can this be? This is doable. It can't possibly be that hard to find a USB stick in Brussels.
I hope. In the worst case scenario, I have at least got them up on Flickr.
So for now, all of my photos from my last day or 2 in Paris and ALL the art nouveau and Brussels phots are hiden in a folder on a computer in a dodgy part of Brussels populated by North Africans and a youth hostel.
My plan? To search out a USB stick tomorrow, hustle back and get those photos on that stick and delete them from this computer. Will I sleep well tonight? Probably not. But how hard can this be? This is doable. It can't possibly be that hard to find a USB stick in Brussels.
I hope. In the worst case scenario, I have at least got them up on Flickr.
Monday, April 9, 2007
it is just not right
"The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture."
- Salvador Dali
I found the beloved Hotel Tassel (scroll through the link to see the images of inside) yesterday. It is a private building and you can not go in, as a member of the public. This is just wrong. How could something so beautiful and a cornerstone of Horta's career not be a state owned building and open to the public??
I half considered camping out on the steps to harass the first person who opened the door but I knew the end result would probably not end in my favour and perhaps the police would be called.
But still, it is not right! However, what you can go in is Horta's private home. It's a museum. I'm going today. One thing I have noticed as I hunt down these gems is that the building are actually signed by the architects. You'll see a concrete slab and it has been signed before the concrete set. It's really facinating.
xoxo
Jill
- Salvador Dali
I found the beloved Hotel Tassel (scroll through the link to see the images of inside) yesterday. It is a private building and you can not go in, as a member of the public. This is just wrong. How could something so beautiful and a cornerstone of Horta's career not be a state owned building and open to the public??
I half considered camping out on the steps to harass the first person who opened the door but I knew the end result would probably not end in my favour and perhaps the police would be called.
But still, it is not right! However, what you can go in is Horta's private home. It's a museum. I'm going today. One thing I have noticed as I hunt down these gems is that the building are actually signed by the architects. You'll see a concrete slab and it has been signed before the concrete set. It's really facinating.
xoxo
Jill
today's escapade
I saw this window and building today. I also saw someone inside and true to my nature I rang the bell. A very pretty blond woman came to the door. After we determined we both spoke English...
Me: Excuse me, I'm very sorry to bother you, but I am an admirer of Art Nouveau.
Her: Yes?
Me: I know this is terribly inappropriate, but would you allow me to see the inside?
Her: Oh, no. It's also very dirty as we are fixing it up.
Me: It's a very lovely window out front.
Her: Yes, and it's filthy. We are fixing it up as we will rent it out.
Me: Oh? How much will the rent be?
Her: I'm not going to tell you that.
Well. Alright then.
I have seen many unbelievable examples of Art Nouveau yesterday and today. I wish I could show you the pictures but I am just feeling way too ill to try and organize that venture. I'd have to find an Internet cafe, you see, with a USB port access often denied at hostel Internet terminals. And since lately, I can't even navigate the phones, it seems daunting.
Speaking of navigation.. I seem to be able to find my way fine with my art nouveau walking tour maps, but finding stamps or a post office seems to be out of my reach. I have a number of postcards that didn't get mailed in Paris and more from here. Since it costs about 2 dollars each to mail one, they will probably get mailed from Vancouver.
xox
Jill
Sunday, April 8, 2007
of being a tourist
It's remarkable what landmarks tourists have created. Nearly everywhere you go there is a famous landmark or something to "rub for good luck". There was the sculpture on the Charles Bridge, and there is a a sculpture in Brussels as well. The thing about the sculpture to rub for good luck in Brussels is that it is right next to a marker for one of Brussels Art Nouveau architects and is a beautiful example of the craftsmanship. The crowd was busy photographing and touching this sculpture while completely ignoring the masterpiece right next to it. I ask someone nearby, "Do you know what it is or what it is for?" referring to the good luck charm, she laughed and said she didn't. I asked her if she knew why she was filming it. She laughed again and walked away.
Such is the case of the Manneken-Pis. It's just this little statue not more than 2 or 3 feet high. Various legends abound, but most likely it was a drinking spout, albeit, a humorous one. By the way, I think there is an underground river that runs beneath Brussels, which is in fact connected to the sewage system. Water from this stream is used to create some of the Belgian beers. I think it was Victor Hugo that said something about residents of Brussels drinking their own piss every day; Perhaps the Manneken-Pis is a joke on that.
Regardless, it's famous, and most likely so because of throngs of tourists who have made it so. On it's own, it's just a pissing sculpture. Tons of sculptures that spew water are all over Europe. But the question is, why do we, as tourists, continue to flock to these unlikely monuments. Does it add to our experiences of visiting a place? Does it verify we were there? Does it connect us to the bigger whole, make us feel more complete?
Would you go to Lourdes or Roquefort and not visit the caves? Of course not. Paris without Jim Morrison's grave? Perhaps. But not the Eiffel Tower or Notre Damn? Probably not. Somethings are landmarks and have gathered true legendary status. But maybe it's a homage to something dear to you ( are you a fan of Mr. Morrison?). If you are a fan of the Parisian literary greats; Hemingway, Sartre, ..) then you go to Cafe De Flore and Cafe Deux Magot. Problem is so does EVERYBODY else. Then it becomes the point when what could be a true landmark, in fact becomes a tourist marker.
And back to the Manneken- Pis: landmark or tourist marker? Why would you go see a 2 foot high sculpture of a little boy pissing?
I did. But I still want to know why.
Such is the case of the Manneken-Pis. It's just this little statue not more than 2 or 3 feet high. Various legends abound, but most likely it was a drinking spout, albeit, a humorous one. By the way, I think there is an underground river that runs beneath Brussels, which is in fact connected to the sewage system. Water from this stream is used to create some of the Belgian beers. I think it was Victor Hugo that said something about residents of Brussels drinking their own piss every day; Perhaps the Manneken-Pis is a joke on that.
Regardless, it's famous, and most likely so because of throngs of tourists who have made it so. On it's own, it's just a pissing sculpture. Tons of sculptures that spew water are all over Europe. But the question is, why do we, as tourists, continue to flock to these unlikely monuments. Does it add to our experiences of visiting a place? Does it verify we were there? Does it connect us to the bigger whole, make us feel more complete?
Would you go to Lourdes or Roquefort and not visit the caves? Of course not. Paris without Jim Morrison's grave? Perhaps. But not the Eiffel Tower or Notre Damn? Probably not. Somethings are landmarks and have gathered true legendary status. But maybe it's a homage to something dear to you ( are you a fan of Mr. Morrison?). If you are a fan of the Parisian literary greats; Hemingway, Sartre, ..) then you go to Cafe De Flore and Cafe Deux Magot. Problem is so does EVERYBODY else. Then it becomes the point when what could be a true landmark, in fact becomes a tourist marker.
And back to the Manneken- Pis: landmark or tourist marker? Why would you go see a 2 foot high sculpture of a little boy pissing?
I did. But I still want to know why.
when feeling low eat a big plate of salad
Curious how a wicked long and hot shower and a big plate of lettuce and Belgian Endive can perk you up. Or how a full day in the blazing sun looking at architectural masterpiece's with no one to express the amazement and wonderment you feel can bring you down. Did I mention that Brussels is also a fairly dirty, sooty city and they have unbelievable architectural gems laying in ruins. I saw a few buildings that looked like squats-all boarded up. It would be like walking down Hastings in Vancouver except the buildings would be from the 17-18th centuries. It's a bit depressing, as you can imagine.
I have decided to go to Brugge for the nights of April 12-13-14. I am considering it my holiday from my holiday. It's slightly cheaper than Brussels and maybe I'll splurge on a boat trip down the canals or just slowly wander the medieval streets. Apparently there is a pretty good flea market on Saturday too.
Thanks to the "farm" for the well wishes. I almost forgot that it was Easter. I wish I could have been there. When I saw the message from the "farm" I only concluded that there had been a wiener roast in the tree line since technically there isn't a farm anymore!!
I have decided to go to Brugge for the nights of April 12-13-14. I am considering it my holiday from my holiday. It's slightly cheaper than Brussels and maybe I'll splurge on a boat trip down the canals or just slowly wander the medieval streets. Apparently there is a pretty good flea market on Saturday too.
Thanks to the "farm" for the well wishes. I almost forgot that it was Easter. I wish I could have been there. When I saw the message from the "farm" I only concluded that there had been a wiener roast in the tree line since technically there isn't a farm anymore!!
oh woe
I'm lonely.
It's not easy travelling, navigating metros and trams, crowds, grocery stores, finding hostels, not loosing anything and having fun all by yourself and then no one to share it with. I kind of miss my 2 hostel mates in Paris. At the end of the day we shared what we did and not in hand gestures and broken English. However, if I was travelling with someone, would I have clocked 18.39 km around central Brussels today? It's a give and take. But it's tough. I feel exhausted and that I need a holiday from the big cities. I can't seem to navigate the phones in Brussels as I really want to call family to say hello.
It's not easy travelling, navigating metros and trams, crowds, grocery stores, finding hostels, not loosing anything and having fun all by yourself and then no one to share it with. I kind of miss my 2 hostel mates in Paris. At the end of the day we shared what we did and not in hand gestures and broken English. However, if I was travelling with someone, would I have clocked 18.39 km around central Brussels today? It's a give and take. But it's tough. I feel exhausted and that I need a holiday from the big cities. I can't seem to navigate the phones in Brussels as I really want to call family to say hello.
Saturday, April 7, 2007
No one cares what you had for breakfast but...
Yes, I know no one cares but today I thought it was blog worthy.
I wasn't sure about this Brussels hostel. Dodgy neighborhood, sterile hospital like atmosphere, etc.. But I'm sold on it now that I have had breakfast. 2 types of bread- baguette and rye that come with an assortment of jams, cheeses, or Nutella, 2 choices of cereal, coffee/tea, orange juice and sweetened or non sweetened yogurt.
I could just eat a huge breakfast, snack lightly thoughout the day and then fill up the next morning.
Now I just need a decent map and to feel less like I have the flu, but flue bedamned, I am seeking out every nook and cranny of Brussels Art Nouveau!!
I wasn't sure about this Brussels hostel. Dodgy neighborhood, sterile hospital like atmosphere, etc.. But I'm sold on it now that I have had breakfast. 2 types of bread- baguette and rye that come with an assortment of jams, cheeses, or Nutella, 2 choices of cereal, coffee/tea, orange juice and sweetened or non sweetened yogurt.
I could just eat a huge breakfast, snack lightly thoughout the day and then fill up the next morning.
Now I just need a decent map and to feel less like I have the flu, but flue bedamned, I am seeking out every nook and cranny of Brussels Art Nouveau!!
Little Zorro
She was playing with 2 little boys who were not dressed up. Very Sweet moment in a park I stumbled into not far from Champs Elysée.
Art Nouveau??
Well..
I managed to not get on a bus for Transylvania and have safely arrived in Brussels. I have to be honest and admit that I don't like it so far. It is drab and dirty. The metro stops are devoid of design or color. There are also packs of North African men pooling around the corners of streets and metro stops. In fact, there are parts that remind me of Morocco. Gaggles of women with their hair and bodies covered up in unattractive and bland garb, never travelling alone. Tea cafes with no women inside etc... And unlike Paris, very few people speak English.
My hostel is not far from the city centre. Hostel Generation Europe. I'm not sure but I think this was either a hospital or a school at one time. Most likely a hospital. Lino everywhere and long dark corridors. Very sterile but secure and clean. The Internet is cheaper than it was in Paris and readily available. No USB port connection that I can see, so pictures may have to wait.
I am also feeling a bit sick. I have a sore throat and sneezy. Eating lots of apples and oranges and drinking lots of water and juice when I can. Early to bed tonight for another fun filled day of walking. I think this is the only day so far where I have not clocked over 10000 steps. My feet could use the rest.
Last night I went out with my 2 roommates from my lovely Parisian hostel; Stephanie & Stephanie-both from Melbourne. They were really lovely girls and very funny too. They'd come to Paris to stay and work and were on a quest for an apartment. We went out and had a true Parisian hot chocolate (which cost 4 Euro each, but SOOOO good).
Hopefully, Brussels will step up and enchant me with its Art Nouveau.
xoxo
Jill
I managed to not get on a bus for Transylvania and have safely arrived in Brussels. I have to be honest and admit that I don't like it so far. It is drab and dirty. The metro stops are devoid of design or color. There are also packs of North African men pooling around the corners of streets and metro stops. In fact, there are parts that remind me of Morocco. Gaggles of women with their hair and bodies covered up in unattractive and bland garb, never travelling alone. Tea cafes with no women inside etc... And unlike Paris, very few people speak English.
My hostel is not far from the city centre. Hostel Generation Europe. I'm not sure but I think this was either a hospital or a school at one time. Most likely a hospital. Lino everywhere and long dark corridors. Very sterile but secure and clean. The Internet is cheaper than it was in Paris and readily available. No USB port connection that I can see, so pictures may have to wait.
I am also feeling a bit sick. I have a sore throat and sneezy. Eating lots of apples and oranges and drinking lots of water and juice when I can. Early to bed tonight for another fun filled day of walking. I think this is the only day so far where I have not clocked over 10000 steps. My feet could use the rest.
Last night I went out with my 2 roommates from my lovely Parisian hostel; Stephanie & Stephanie-both from Melbourne. They were really lovely girls and very funny too. They'd come to Paris to stay and work and were on a quest for an apartment. We went out and had a true Parisian hot chocolate (which cost 4 Euro each, but SOOOO good).
Hopefully, Brussels will step up and enchant me with its Art Nouveau.
xoxo
Jill
Au revoir Paris.
I got up very early this morning and did my laundry so that I can start Brussels with clean underwear and socks. I went down to the Notre Damn and waited in the already long line for the towers to open at 10 am. I paid the charge (they must make millions at 7.50 Euros each person and hundreds every day!), and climbed all 432 stairs to the sky scraping top. It really had to be done for the Chimera's and Gargoyles.
Now for a quick lunch and a few snacks and I'm off to the bus for Brussels.
xoxo
Jill
Friday, April 6, 2007
If I could
If I had money as no worry, I would move to Paris and buy a little apartment with shuttered windows and a tiny balcony. I would get a cat or bring Ruby and I would enrol in French lessons. I would spend the afternoons in the park with a pique-nique and ride the metro everywhere I needed to go. It is an enchanting city, that's for sure.
It is my last night, I have thought about eating out in a small cafe patio, but it would be something to share; not as a traveller alone. Instead, I spent the money on a small gift for my sister, who is kindly sharing the responsibilites of my apt with Michael.
Today, I found that a whole lot of Canadian students are here for the 90th anniversary of Vimy Ridge; Actually, 1 student for every soldier killed. I saw a whole pack of Canadian students today and said hello.
I also went to the Sacre Coeur and explored Montmarte. Portrait artists everywhere. It was alot like selling France to the tourists!!
Off to the Notre Damn first thing to go up the towers and then to my bus for Brussels!!!!
xoxo
Jill
It is my last night, I have thought about eating out in a small cafe patio, but it would be something to share; not as a traveller alone. Instead, I spent the money on a small gift for my sister, who is kindly sharing the responsibilites of my apt with Michael.
Today, I found that a whole lot of Canadian students are here for the 90th anniversary of Vimy Ridge; Actually, 1 student for every soldier killed. I saw a whole pack of Canadian students today and said hello.
I also went to the Sacre Coeur and explored Montmarte. Portrait artists everywhere. It was alot like selling France to the tourists!!
Off to the Notre Damn first thing to go up the towers and then to my bus for Brussels!!!!
xoxo
Jill
Thursday, April 5, 2007
covered the size of a small city
I really don't know if my pedometer is recording my activities correctly. Today it says I have walked 24123 steps or 17.85 km. I have been recording these numbers and its feirce how far I have walked:
39140, 15.65km
26265, 18.38km
9989, 6.99km
25960, 18.43km
22779, 16.17km
21749, 16.09km
11736, 8.68km
26885, ?km
See what I mean? Some of those are recorded over 2days but some are one day excurions. If I keep this up, I'll be too tired to explore Brussels.
Since I have arrived in Paris, I have walked down the Champ Eleesyes, Blvd St. Germain, all over Cemeterie Montparnasse and Pere Lachaise, Rue Royal, the area around the Moulin Rouge (I have never been to anything more anti climactic in my whole life; it looks nothing like the postcards, pictures, movies etc), the Left Bank, the Notre Damn, The Eiffel Tower (I decided to not go up, due to the massive line ups and ridiculous price), Musee de Orsay, up and down the boulevards, down kooky little streets. I'm plum tuckered out.
Speaking of prices, it's very expensive under the Euro. I bought a one litre bottle of water and it was 3 Euro which is almost $6!! You have to be very careful to buy things in supermarkets and neighborhood shops and not in touristy places. This internet session will run 1.50 Euro for 1/2 hr and that almost up...
I do have tons of pictures to upload, just need to find a place that will let you attach USB sticks and camera equipment.
xoxo Jill
39140, 15.65km
26265, 18.38km
9989, 6.99km
25960, 18.43km
22779, 16.17km
21749, 16.09km
11736, 8.68km
26885, ?km
See what I mean? Some of those are recorded over 2days but some are one day excurions. If I keep this up, I'll be too tired to explore Brussels.
Since I have arrived in Paris, I have walked down the Champ Eleesyes, Blvd St. Germain, all over Cemeterie Montparnasse and Pere Lachaise, Rue Royal, the area around the Moulin Rouge (I have never been to anything more anti climactic in my whole life; it looks nothing like the postcards, pictures, movies etc), the Left Bank, the Notre Damn, The Eiffel Tower (I decided to not go up, due to the massive line ups and ridiculous price), Musee de Orsay, up and down the boulevards, down kooky little streets. I'm plum tuckered out.
Speaking of prices, it's very expensive under the Euro. I bought a one litre bottle of water and it was 3 Euro which is almost $6!! You have to be very careful to buy things in supermarkets and neighborhood shops and not in touristy places. This internet session will run 1.50 Euro for 1/2 hr and that almost up...
I do have tons of pictures to upload, just need to find a place that will let you attach USB sticks and camera equipment.
xoxo Jill
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
another day in Paris
The hostel is really nice.An old hotel in Montmarte. Hardwood floors and good pillows. Breakfst included is a small baguette, jam, cofee:tea, and orange juice. Its a sunny, bright blue sky day in Paris. Im off to photograph the cemeteries and anything else I may find.
xoxox
Jill
xoxox
Jill
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
a tragedy
I jumped on the Metro in search of those Metro stations decorated with the designs of Hector Guimard. I had not gone one stop, when the metro stopped functioning. The announcements were unintelligable but when everyone else was getting off, I followed suit. A few people were looking down at the tracks between the cars and I looked too. Someone had jumped in front of the train.
Paris, like Prague is swarming with people. But here they are Parisiens, not tourists. People beg on the streets and on the trains and more than not they are truly in need. Not at all like the young drug addicts that hang around on the streets in Vancouver. This city is constantly on the move. It's alot like New York but somehow different. Shorter maybe.
I came home early and bought a Boursin cheese, a baguette, some pasta and some orange juice. I feel like going to bed early tonight.
Paris, like Prague is swarming with people. But here they are Parisiens, not tourists. People beg on the streets and on the trains and more than not they are truly in need. Not at all like the young drug addicts that hang around on the streets in Vancouver. This city is constantly on the move. It's alot like New York but somehow different. Shorter maybe.
I came home early and bought a Boursin cheese, a baguette, some pasta and some orange juice. I feel like going to bed early tonight.
mishaps and misadventures
Cesky Krumlov was a wonderful little town. Very peaceful and quite, except for the 2 snorers in the same room with me. And despite all the free coffee I drank, which gave me terrible jitters which translated into horrifying anxiety, I really enjoyed my time there.
I took the 3 hour bus trip back to Prague to make my 10pm bus to Paris. I made a dash downtown to buy an English magazine and a few treats and went to the platform ' for the bus. It was already there along with a crowd waiting to get on. There was this group of gypsies (well not really, they just seemed to be trying to take all there belongings with them) haggling with the bus driver about their many bags. There was even a bathroom scale out to weigh each one. I thought to myself, where the hell am I going? But when they closed the luggage doors and I still had my backpack with me and they opened the doors to the bus, I jumped on.
I settled into my seat, looked around and noted the sketchy and dodgy eastern Europeans surrounding me, but I was happy to have the seat next to me free. There was a baby crying behind me and the smell of sweat, cheap cologne and various food products pierced the air acridly. This is going to be one hell of a 15 hr trip.
The bus roared to life and started to pull out and I thought to ask the nearest person, "This bus is going to Paris right?".
They shook their head and said no, Roma.
ROME!! HOLY SHIT.I jumped up and ran to the bus driver, "This bus is going to Rome? Not Paris?" The bus came to a stop. "What are you doing on this bus? We are going to Romania!"
I thought it was odd that no one looked at my ticket. Thank god I got off that bus when I did. Rest assured, I am in Paris now, at the hostel.
And it is fabulously stinky, polluted, smoggy, and fantstic. Just the way I remembered it.
I took the 3 hour bus trip back to Prague to make my 10pm bus to Paris. I made a dash downtown to buy an English magazine and a few treats and went to the platform ' for the bus. It was already there along with a crowd waiting to get on. There was this group of gypsies (well not really, they just seemed to be trying to take all there belongings with them) haggling with the bus driver about their many bags. There was even a bathroom scale out to weigh each one. I thought to myself, where the hell am I going? But when they closed the luggage doors and I still had my backpack with me and they opened the doors to the bus, I jumped on.
I settled into my seat, looked around and noted the sketchy and dodgy eastern Europeans surrounding me, but I was happy to have the seat next to me free. There was a baby crying behind me and the smell of sweat, cheap cologne and various food products pierced the air acridly. This is going to be one hell of a 15 hr trip.
The bus roared to life and started to pull out and I thought to ask the nearest person, "This bus is going to Paris right?".
They shook their head and said no, Roma.
ROME!! HOLY SHIT.I jumped up and ran to the bus driver, "This bus is going to Rome? Not Paris?" The bus came to a stop. "What are you doing on this bus? We are going to Romania!"
I thought it was odd that no one looked at my ticket. Thank god I got off that bus when I did. Rest assured, I am in Paris now, at the hostel.
And it is fabulously stinky, polluted, smoggy, and fantstic. Just the way I remembered it.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
why didn't I come here earlier?
Have arived in Cesky Krumlov. A very lovely and peaceful little village. I am staying at the Hostel Merlin for only one night, but now that I am here, I wish I could stay at least for 2. There are no crowds and the hostel promises a quiet night. They even have free internet. In any case, I'm glad to be here. Glad to have all day and most of tomorrow, and glad to be away from the beer tap known as Prague.
Here is a link to the hostel I'll be saying in Paris.
xox
Jill
Here is a link to the hostel I'll be saying in Paris.
xox
Jill
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Leaving Praha
On my way to Cesky Krumove for one night. I return to Prague tomorrow night only to make my Paris connection and then I will arrive in Paris on Tuesday at 1pm local time.
I have a what looks like a charming hostel booked for all three nights, The Le Montclair Hostel in the historically poetic and artistic Montmartre are of Paris. Should be very lovely, especially if the sun is hsining and I somehow manage to avoid a pack of roving drunken teenagers.
I¨m also going into the Euro Currency, which will make everything that much pricier. Hopefully, I¨ll be able to download all my photos as I continue on.
xox
Jill
Dear North America
Dear North America,
Please stop what you're doing. You're like a syrupy sludge that seeps into all cracks and crevices of culture. No matter what, you find a way to get in. Sometimes, you go by almost unnoticed and other times you are this garish obnoxious ooze that comes with an accompaning odor.
While I thank you for somethings. Like recognizable brands when I'm in need of something familiar, you know those days when you really want a Coca Cola and not one of those imitation brands that taste a little bit too something. But I kind of resent your presence while I'm on a bus travelling through the lush Czech countryside and Bryan Adams comes over a radio. That was just bad, North America. I could have laughed if it was Beyonce. But Bryan Adams? Or Prince when I'm grocery shopping in a foreign country?
What really got me was while visiting Prague, there was a stage set up for enetertainment as a part of the Easter celebrations. A band was playing and it was vagually familiar. Then it dawned on me, they were singing covers of Johnny Cash in Czech.
Believe me, the world will be fine if they can't buy Nike knock offs or buy Levi jeans. We North Americans can learn to feel at home in foreign countries if we can't by Heinz and Campbell's soup. Trust me. Please stop what you are doing and leave these little lovely countries to develop their own popular culture with out you blinding everyone senseless with all things North American.
You are not thwe whole world.
Thanks for listening,
JIll
Please stop what you're doing. You're like a syrupy sludge that seeps into all cracks and crevices of culture. No matter what, you find a way to get in. Sometimes, you go by almost unnoticed and other times you are this garish obnoxious ooze that comes with an accompaning odor.
While I thank you for somethings. Like recognizable brands when I'm in need of something familiar, you know those days when you really want a Coca Cola and not one of those imitation brands that taste a little bit too something. But I kind of resent your presence while I'm on a bus travelling through the lush Czech countryside and Bryan Adams comes over a radio. That was just bad, North America. I could have laughed if it was Beyonce. But Bryan Adams? Or Prince when I'm grocery shopping in a foreign country?
What really got me was while visiting Prague, there was a stage set up for enetertainment as a part of the Easter celebrations. A band was playing and it was vagually familiar. Then it dawned on me, they were singing covers of Johnny Cash in Czech.
Believe me, the world will be fine if they can't buy Nike knock offs or buy Levi jeans. We North Americans can learn to feel at home in foreign countries if we can't by Heinz and Campbell's soup. Trust me. Please stop what you are doing and leave these little lovely countries to develop their own popular culture with out you blinding everyone senseless with all things North American.
You are not thwe whole world.
Thanks for listening,
JIll
Friday, March 30, 2007
travelling into the past
I jumped on a bus at the last minute and went to Terezin today. Terezin was a town when the Nazi's invaded the borders of the Czech Republic. They ordered all the citizen to leave and turned it into a ghetto for the Jews. Propaganda at the time, referred to it as a resort for the Jews; "Hitler has built a town for the Jews."
What it was, was a place to concentrate Jews until they could be "liquidized." The entire town, every single building was utilized. The Nazi's even built an auxiliary road around the town to keep people away. It was bizarre. Now, it is a town again. Very few of the original citizens chose to return after the war though. Almost every building has a marker on it, explaining its use during the time it was a ghetto. It was also nearly deserted. I saw a few people riding their bikes though town and a few children, but almost no one, except tourists that had come to Terezin to see the horrors of what it once was.
Now I know I have no interest in seeing any more Nazi history.
It felt very bizarre and odd and I felt terrible taking photos, so I almost didn't. After a while, I didn't want to see the old Jewish cemetery or other places "of interest". The first thing I saw was a memorial to all the children who had died at Terezin. I cried. All the saved drawings, the poems, the little pictures. Terezin was an anomaly of concentration camps. The Nazi's allowed art, theatre and music. Children were given drawing lessons. They did it to keep up the propaganda of being a "resort", of being desireable. But as a result, was these really amazing drawings, portraits, pictures, sketches and paintings that survived. Many of them so good, had the artists survived, we may know more about them today.
Unfortunately, many of those artists were caught with clandestine pictures and accused of creating "hate propaganda" or something. Most of them, when caught, were either killed or shipped to Auschwitz.
What a very strange day has it been.
I have also returned my ticket for Cesky Krumlov and arranged for earlier passage to Paris. I want to make sure that I have enough time to see all that I want in Paris and Brussels and I'd rather see Bruge. It will be a little bit more costly, but it's the reason I'm here. I knew that 4 days in Cesky would make me antsy and restless. Downside is that I'm having trouble booking a hostel in Paris. I seemed to have forgotten that its spring break in Europe and most students have the month off.
Fantatsic.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
What it was, was a place to concentrate Jews until they could be "liquidized." The entire town, every single building was utilized. The Nazi's even built an auxiliary road around the town to keep people away. It was bizarre. Now, it is a town again. Very few of the original citizens chose to return after the war though. Almost every building has a marker on it, explaining its use during the time it was a ghetto. It was also nearly deserted. I saw a few people riding their bikes though town and a few children, but almost no one, except tourists that had come to Terezin to see the horrors of what it once was.
Now I know I have no interest in seeing any more Nazi history.
It felt very bizarre and odd and I felt terrible taking photos, so I almost didn't. After a while, I didn't want to see the old Jewish cemetery or other places "of interest". The first thing I saw was a memorial to all the children who had died at Terezin. I cried. All the saved drawings, the poems, the little pictures. Terezin was an anomaly of concentration camps. The Nazi's allowed art, theatre and music. Children were given drawing lessons. They did it to keep up the propaganda of being a "resort", of being desireable. But as a result, was these really amazing drawings, portraits, pictures, sketches and paintings that survived. Many of them so good, had the artists survived, we may know more about them today.
Unfortunately, many of those artists were caught with clandestine pictures and accused of creating "hate propaganda" or something. Most of them, when caught, were either killed or shipped to Auschwitz.
What a very strange day has it been.
I have also returned my ticket for Cesky Krumlov and arranged for earlier passage to Paris. I want to make sure that I have enough time to see all that I want in Paris and Brussels and I'd rather see Bruge. It will be a little bit more costly, but it's the reason I'm here. I knew that 4 days in Cesky would make me antsy and restless. Downside is that I'm having trouble booking a hostel in Paris. I seemed to have forgotten that its spring break in Europe and most students have the month off.
Fantatsic.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Info for Mom
From this post, you can find more info about the Lorriane Cross here, on Wilipedia. I called it Lorraine's Cross, but it's not a possesive. Whoops.
on the move
On April 2 I will jump a bus for Cesky Krumlov, where I will stay for 4 nights, only because I couldn't get a ticket to Paris until the 6th. I am booked into the lovely and beguiling Hostel Merlin, where I plan to do nothing. Sit in cafes and write postcards and sip tea or bad Nescafe coffee. I will walk slowly and ponder the peeling plaster walls. I will relax and think of nothing that starts with L. I will photograph everything.
On the 6th, I take the bus back to Prague and wait 3 hrs and trek to another bus station for my bus to Paris. I have booked a single room for 72 Euro. A little treat in Paris to have my own room. Did I mention it's spring break and there are gaggles of teenagers roaming the city in slutty packs? They seem to recently discovered the delirious effects of intoxicating themselves to the nauseating point of obnoxiousness. Or is it just me getting old?
I'm looking forward to returning to Paris for a few things I forgot.
-14 Metro stations adorned with Art Nouveau entrances.
-The Moulin Rouge
-Musee D'Orsay for Impressionistic art
-Montparnasse Cemeterie for Brancusi's Kiss, properly
-The Eiffel Tower
-A Perfumerie designed by Mucha on Rue Royal
-Various buildings designed by Art Nouveau architect Hector Guimard
- a jewelery shop that Mucha designed on Rue Royal. Gee, I hope that's still standing.
By the way, did I ever mention that the term Art Nouveau came from a shop in Paris owned by Siegfried Bing called L'Art Nouveau? I'll die if it still exists.
I just found this interesting link which is a biography of who's who in Art Nouveau.
What a time I am having. What delicious inspiration. Paris will be such a thrill and then BRUSSELS, the birth place of it all
On the 6th, I take the bus back to Prague and wait 3 hrs and trek to another bus station for my bus to Paris. I have booked a single room for 72 Euro. A little treat in Paris to have my own room. Did I mention it's spring break and there are gaggles of teenagers roaming the city in slutty packs? They seem to recently discovered the delirious effects of intoxicating themselves to the nauseating point of obnoxiousness. Or is it just me getting old?
I'm looking forward to returning to Paris for a few things I forgot.
-14 Metro stations adorned with Art Nouveau entrances.
-The Moulin Rouge
-Musee D'Orsay for Impressionistic art
-Montparnasse Cemeterie for Brancusi's Kiss, properly
-The Eiffel Tower
-A Perfumerie designed by Mucha on Rue Royal
-Various buildings designed by Art Nouveau architect Hector Guimard
- a jewelery shop that Mucha designed on Rue Royal. Gee, I hope that's still standing.
By the way, did I ever mention that the term Art Nouveau came from a shop in Paris owned by Siegfried Bing called L'Art Nouveau? I'll die if it still exists.
I just found this interesting link which is a biography of who's who in Art Nouveau.
What a time I am having. What delicious inspiration. Paris will be such a thrill and then BRUSSELS, the birth place of it all
Happy birthday to me.
I'm 36 today. I'm spring born and an Aries. That means I'm headstrong, independant and fearless. If only I had a pretty yellow bonnet.
xox
Jill
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
make a wish
This is from the Charles Bridge.
You make a wish at Lorraine's Cross. As you can see the blackened tarnished metal is shined to a gold from all the hands that touched it. I hoped it wasn't like touching the foot of St. Peter at the Vatican and I had to ask someone who was St. Peter. I made the wish anyway.
observations
- Hardly any garbage cans.
- Hardly any garbage on the street.
- No one has an Ipod, not like North Americ where every second person has one.
- People aren't very fat despite all the grilled sausages and fried chicken cutlets sold on the streets.
It's amazing what a big salad, some fruit, and a lot of water can do for your emotions. And a big nap in the middle of the day. Feeling tons better and rejuvenated for sure. Tomorrow I will explore the area on the otherside of the river near the Castle. A few more Art Nouveau places to hunt down and maybe a little education into who Kafka was. Also, I plan to explore the old Jewish section which was a ghetto at one time. Just outside my hostel is Wenesclas Square, where the Nazi's paraded during the occupation of Prague. Really unbelievable what this city has been through.
I bought two bus tickets today. One for Cesky Krumlov, leave on the second of April and retun on the sixth. One for Paris, leave on the sixth about two hrs after I arrive from Cesky. Its a fourteen hr trip. Must find that English bookstore before I leave.
For Michael
It's alittle out of sequence but.. I got on this bus for Michael. He said, "You should go to Hamstead Heath. I used to go there and watch football with my brother."
Hi Michael. I hope you're watching my blog.
email for Grandma and Mom
The hostel is OK. Nothing fancy. I thought I had the room to myself last night but someone came in quite late and woke me up. It's very near the old town in Prague and walking distance to everything I need. No real kitchen, just a microwave and a kettle. Hot showers that go on and on and a very cheap Internet place downstairs.
The Mucha museum is right around the corner. I went there yesterday and almost started crying because I was looking at the original Indian Ink drafts of Mucha's great posters and sketches. It was really amazing. Unbelievable. I'm sure I will burst into tears at the sight of Victor Horta's work in Brussels. They have some really beautiful prints for sale for about $15 and up. I will wait till before I leave and perhaps mail one back. I tried to navigate the post office and it was almost trickier than getting a bus ticket.
Speaking of bus tickets. I thought I would go to Telc for the day tomorrow (my birthday) but it's horrendous. I spent 1 hour walking from info desk to info desk to find that the bus will cost about $5 and take 3 hrs each way. It leaves at 6:20 and arrives at 9:30 and the last bus leaves at 3:30. Sounds like fun doesn't it. The bus station, located at one of the subway stops is a dreadful experience. Alot like the train station. It's a reminder of Communist rule and has sadly been left behind in the 70's. Dirty, dusty, poorly lit and confusing. Also a haven for drug addicts, hustlers and general weirdness. Alot like all bus stations I guess.
I'm not sure what I will do for my birthday. Maybe the Prague Castle or the Municipal House. Maybe a meal in a restaurant.
I bought a bus pass the 1st day for $14 but I have hardly used it. I have decided to just jump on a tram every day and see where it will take me and ride the same one back to not get lost. Yesterday, I have no idea where I went but it felt like I was under the iron curtain. Very cold and deserted with rows and rows of huge apartment buildings. Colorful dots of bedding and laundry dangle from lines hung across the balconies. ALOT of graffiti. In fact there is alot of graffiti all over Prague. I'm surprised the city doesn't clean it up. Guidebooks say that Prague is one of the most beautiful cities in the world but it may only be true for the old town.
The food on the street is all sausages and fried chicken cutlets. Everything in grease. A sausage and a piece of rye with mustard is about $2. I tried one and hated it- really fatty, so I just ate the bread. I tried a chicken cutlet the other day and now I have sworn off buying meat in the streets. Too dodgy. I couldn't tell if the chicken was cooked or not so I threw it away. I went to Tesco's this morning and bought:
-bag of salad,
-small packet of 1000 island
-bottle of water
-2 single serving yogurts
-4 apples
-smallest jar of jam
-packet of cream cheese
-2 bananas-
-2 small french loaves
and it was 179Kr or about $9 (1$=20kr). Pretty close to food on the Drive, I think. I'm definitely not eating as much as I would if I was at home. I am walking around 18000 steps or 9km a day if my little pedometers is accurate. I think it may be more than that judging on how sore my feet are.
I hate to say it but I'm feeling sad, teary and lonely today. It's difficult to spend all day long and never speak to anyone or only speak in limited English. Seeing lots of people travelling with friends, laughing etc. I guess I start to feel a little self conscious, alone, afraid. It's confusing and the Czech are very abrupt and sometimes rude and also very very shy, which makes it difficult to meet anyone. I guess I feel alone and confused and want everyone to be waiting with big pillows and open arms. Not the way it is. I also haven't eaten anything yet today so I'm hungry. I'll feel better after lunch. Don't get me wrong, I'm still thrilled to be here and having so much fun. Just a bit of the blahs with today's overcast weather this morning.
Lots of love,
Jill
The Mucha museum is right around the corner. I went there yesterday and almost started crying because I was looking at the original Indian Ink drafts of Mucha's great posters and sketches. It was really amazing. Unbelievable. I'm sure I will burst into tears at the sight of Victor Horta's work in Brussels. They have some really beautiful prints for sale for about $15 and up. I will wait till before I leave and perhaps mail one back. I tried to navigate the post office and it was almost trickier than getting a bus ticket.
Speaking of bus tickets. I thought I would go to Telc for the day tomorrow (my birthday) but it's horrendous. I spent 1 hour walking from info desk to info desk to find that the bus will cost about $5 and take 3 hrs each way. It leaves at 6:20 and arrives at 9:30 and the last bus leaves at 3:30. Sounds like fun doesn't it. The bus station, located at one of the subway stops is a dreadful experience. Alot like the train station. It's a reminder of Communist rule and has sadly been left behind in the 70's. Dirty, dusty, poorly lit and confusing. Also a haven for drug addicts, hustlers and general weirdness. Alot like all bus stations I guess.
I'm not sure what I will do for my birthday. Maybe the Prague Castle or the Municipal House. Maybe a meal in a restaurant.
I bought a bus pass the 1st day for $14 but I have hardly used it. I have decided to just jump on a tram every day and see where it will take me and ride the same one back to not get lost. Yesterday, I have no idea where I went but it felt like I was under the iron curtain. Very cold and deserted with rows and rows of huge apartment buildings. Colorful dots of bedding and laundry dangle from lines hung across the balconies. ALOT of graffiti. In fact there is alot of graffiti all over Prague. I'm surprised the city doesn't clean it up. Guidebooks say that Prague is one of the most beautiful cities in the world but it may only be true for the old town.
The food on the street is all sausages and fried chicken cutlets. Everything in grease. A sausage and a piece of rye with mustard is about $2. I tried one and hated it- really fatty, so I just ate the bread. I tried a chicken cutlet the other day and now I have sworn off buying meat in the streets. Too dodgy. I couldn't tell if the chicken was cooked or not so I threw it away. I went to Tesco's this morning and bought:
-bag of salad,
-small packet of 1000 island
-bottle of water
-2 single serving yogurts
-4 apples
-smallest jar of jam
-packet of cream cheese
-2 bananas-
-2 small french loaves
and it was 179Kr or about $9 (1$=20kr). Pretty close to food on the Drive, I think. I'm definitely not eating as much as I would if I was at home. I am walking around 18000 steps or 9km a day if my little pedometers is accurate. I think it may be more than that judging on how sore my feet are.
I hate to say it but I'm feeling sad, teary and lonely today. It's difficult to spend all day long and never speak to anyone or only speak in limited English. Seeing lots of people travelling with friends, laughing etc. I guess I start to feel a little self conscious, alone, afraid. It's confusing and the Czech are very abrupt and sometimes rude and also very very shy, which makes it difficult to meet anyone. I guess I feel alone and confused and want everyone to be waiting with big pillows and open arms. Not the way it is. I also haven't eaten anything yet today so I'm hungry. I'll feel better after lunch. Don't get me wrong, I'm still thrilled to be here and having so much fun. Just a bit of the blahs with today's overcast weather this morning.
Lots of love,
Jill
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
not singing
Everyone gathers at the Astronomical Clock in Prague to chime the bells and these little doors open and I think the Apostles come out and glare down on you. Anyway, behind me must have been 500 people waiting for the clock to chime, which was about 7 minutes away, so this woman had quite an audience.
While it looks like she is singing, she isn't. Nor is she dancing, although she did do a little jig during her sermon. She is actually yelling something at the top of her lungs. At one point she started shouting God is great and something that sounded like Allah. I half wondered about what suicide bombers reportedly shout before detonanting the bombs but her coat was open and she didn't seem to have any wires protruding.
In the end she was rather entertaining and the crowd cheered when she was done.
wherever you go, there they are
No matter what you do or where you go, the Hare Krisna will be there too. As in today, I went to the Municipal House in Prague, which is one of the finest examples of Art Nouveau architecture in Eastern Europe. There on the corner was a gaggle of robed men with shaved heads. A few had drums. Then the chanting began and they slowly paraded down the street, handing out a small piece of paper with the chant.
Incidentally, despite the amount of walking I have done (pedominter reads 14531 steps, 10.17 km, the blisters are better.
Incidentally, despite the amount of walking I have done (pedominter reads 14531 steps, 10.17 km, the blisters are better.
it will be an 11 hr train ride to Brussels
Um, I know this is the Czech Republic but I thought the communist rule was over. I found the main train station today and it reminded me what I thought it would be like to be in Siberia (except the sun is shining). It was dark and trapped in the 70's. Cold. Eastern Bloc Gangster types dozing off in little packs. Italian teenagers with slick hair and slicker sunglasses hang like greasy globs near the entrance. Little rotund old women with babushkas and walkers make their way through the prolific Coca- Cola signs.
The train to Brussels will make 15 stops and take 11 hours. There must be a better way. I heard the buses in Prague are faster than the trains. Really. I did hear that. And now I'm thinking it may be true.
Another sunny day in Prague.
If only I could find a decent Internet connection with the ability to download my photos without draining my batteries, I could show you the lovely lovely things I have seen. I am amassing quite a collection of doorknob photos. Every street has at least on building where the handle is either a lion, a swan, or some elaborately ornate structure. I'm not sure if the laughter seemingly whenever I stoop to photograph one is for me or just the many many tourists milling about.
I know for certain, when I walked into Hotel Europa, an Art Nouveau wonderland, the woman behind the desk clearly said, "oh it's just a stupid tourist gawking at the building again." Only she said it Czech.
The train to Brussels will make 15 stops and take 11 hours. There must be a better way. I heard the buses in Prague are faster than the trains. Really. I did hear that. And now I'm thinking it may be true.
Another sunny day in Prague.
If only I could find a decent Internet connection with the ability to download my photos without draining my batteries, I could show you the lovely lovely things I have seen. I am amassing quite a collection of doorknob photos. Every street has at least on building where the handle is either a lion, a swan, or some elaborately ornate structure. I'm not sure if the laughter seemingly whenever I stoop to photograph one is for me or just the many many tourists milling about.
I know for certain, when I walked into Hotel Europa, an Art Nouveau wonderland, the woman behind the desk clearly said, "oh it's just a stupid tourist gawking at the building again." Only she said it Czech.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Praha
With warm and sunny weather I headed out to explore the city of Prague. I can not believe sometimes how people are so blase about the architecture that surrounds them. Down the street from my hostel is a STUNNING building covered in Art Nouveau decoration. Huge stained glass doors that stand 16 feet high front the masterpiece. While I am outside agasp in disbelief, streams of people breeze past me, seemingly unaware.
I walked and walked and walked. I ate a spicy chicken panini with a draft beer out in the old town square and walked some more. I walked to Charles Bridge which is swarming with tourists like bees to honey on skin. I wandered alone the kiosks offering up the usual tourist kitzch and listened to the french jazz band and watched them drink wine out of the bottle. I smiled at them when they saw me watching and took their photos, with their lips stained red from the wine, faces red from a mixture of the sun and the booze.
I ducked inside a small door at the foot of the bridge and ascended the stairs, all the way to the top, I found myself out on a parapet looking over the city of Prague from all directions and then over the bridge itself. A city this beautiful, and you cant help but take beautiful photos. I only need to find a decent connection to get them on line.
I have ě blisters on the underside of each foot. This isn't going to be good if they get worse. The raw wool at the Pasu Sheep farm in Alberta, the weekend before I left is looking really good. I wish I had some.
One thing is for certain, is despite how beautiful and lovely and exhilarating it is, it is somewhat bittersweet to experience it alone. No one to say, ¨wow, look at that!". Well, there are the other tourists but they just look at you all crazy like.
xox
Jill
I walked and walked and walked. I ate a spicy chicken panini with a draft beer out in the old town square and walked some more. I walked to Charles Bridge which is swarming with tourists like bees to honey on skin. I wandered alone the kiosks offering up the usual tourist kitzch and listened to the french jazz band and watched them drink wine out of the bottle. I smiled at them when they saw me watching and took their photos, with their lips stained red from the wine, faces red from a mixture of the sun and the booze.
I ducked inside a small door at the foot of the bridge and ascended the stairs, all the way to the top, I found myself out on a parapet looking over the city of Prague from all directions and then over the bridge itself. A city this beautiful, and you cant help but take beautiful photos. I only need to find a decent connection to get them on line.
I have ě blisters on the underside of each foot. This isn't going to be good if they get worse. The raw wool at the Pasu Sheep farm in Alberta, the weekend before I left is looking really good. I wish I had some.
One thing is for certain, is despite how beautiful and lovely and exhilarating it is, it is somewhat bittersweet to experience it alone. No one to say, ¨wow, look at that!". Well, there are the other tourists but they just look at you all crazy like.
xox
Jill
on my way
I said I wouldn't do it. I said I wouldn't sit an Internet terminals with unfamiliar keyboards that mangle the punctuation and letters I intend. But I can't quite contain my thrill at being abroad and all the things I have done since I landed 2 days ago. All the things I have seen so far!
London was great. I zipped around the city seeing all that I could. My host took me to the Flower Market near his home. If only I could photograph the sounds of the thick cockney accents shouting out "too-lips, get yer toolips for a tenner" "I got boonches of toolips for a tenner, a fiver if yer pretty" "Hey, you missy, get yer toolips." If only..
After that I went to the Portobello Market, Covenant Garden and there, I met a girl who gave me vague directions to the Banksy I eventually found and posted. Then I jumped on another bus and headed for Camden Town and further to Hamstead Heath, a part of town that Michael said he used to go to watch football. Not sure where he used to go, but I did see a lot of Indian take-away.
This morning I got up bright and early and caught my flight to Prague. First impressions were that it reminded me of Alberta. Farmers fields, brown trees, a bit of green AND A MAGPIE. I found my hostel easily enough and the city reminds me of Madrid. Big huge walking boulevards, youth hanging around in packs of trouble makers and lots of lots of people. Busy. I found my hostel, dropped the bag and logged in.
Just to say it¨s warm, sunny, beautiful weather. Nicer than Vancouver. I'm tired and my feet hurt a bit already but I¨m on my way to a beautiful and adventure filled tour around Europe.
London was great. I zipped around the city seeing all that I could. My host took me to the Flower Market near his home. If only I could photograph the sounds of the thick cockney accents shouting out "too-lips, get yer toolips for a tenner" "I got boonches of toolips for a tenner, a fiver if yer pretty" "Hey, you missy, get yer toolips." If only..
After that I went to the Portobello Market, Covenant Garden and there, I met a girl who gave me vague directions to the Banksy I eventually found and posted. Then I jumped on another bus and headed for Camden Town and further to Hamstead Heath, a part of town that Michael said he used to go to watch football. Not sure where he used to go, but I did see a lot of Indian take-away.
This morning I got up bright and early and caught my flight to Prague. First impressions were that it reminded me of Alberta. Farmers fields, brown trees, a bit of green AND A MAGPIE. I found my hostel easily enough and the city reminds me of Madrid. Big huge walking boulevards, youth hanging around in packs of trouble makers and lots of lots of people. Busy. I found my hostel, dropped the bag and logged in.
Just to say it¨s warm, sunny, beautiful weather. Nicer than Vancouver. I'm tired and my feet hurt a bit already but I¨m on my way to a beautiful and adventure filled tour around Europe.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Gotcha
Whoa, I never thought I'd see an original Banksy while I was in London. Lucky me, I guess.
It's a good one. I like the bank machine claw capturing the future generation. I hope you like it as much as I do. It was a bit of an adventure today in London to find it. More about that later.
xoxo Jill
Friday, March 23, 2007
more heaven
Of course, the only reason I am going to Paris is to ride the metro to this stop. One of the many still standing examples of Art Nouveau, by architect Hector Guimard.
heaven
I'm almost on my way to Europe with the sole purpose of photographing Art Nouveau.
Of course, the trip won't be complete until I see this for myself, the Hotel Tassel in Brussels.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
I'm a better looking cartoon than I am in real life
It's the only place you can say, "I want 10 lbs off my face and 15 years off my skin. Please give me apple cheekbones and red lips" and get all those things without going under general anesthetic.
Monday, March 19, 2007
lost in translation
You know you're in a foreign country when..
You take the invitation of the bus driver to seek the shelter the door of the undercarriage luggage compartment is providing from the sweltering sun. While sitting there, politely, the bus driver who obliquely is named Akmed sits beside you. Being a nice Canadian girl you offer him some of your chewing gum. Akmed looks at the package of Dentyne Cinnamon gum, all red with a big lettered "Fire". Akmed nods his head and looks at you. He says something you don't understand. It's hot. You're distracted by the heat. You nod and then Akmed gets a weird look in his eye and simultaneously tries to close the compartment door while pushing you back and the word in broken English pierces through your ear canal and you realize Akmed thinks he's been offered the chewable version of Viagra.
Thanks Sonia for the laugh this afternoon. I hope I find myself is similarly non threatening but insanely funny episodes in broad daylight with lots of people nearby.
You take the invitation of the bus driver to seek the shelter the door of the undercarriage luggage compartment is providing from the sweltering sun. While sitting there, politely, the bus driver who obliquely is named Akmed sits beside you. Being a nice Canadian girl you offer him some of your chewing gum. Akmed looks at the package of Dentyne Cinnamon gum, all red with a big lettered "Fire". Akmed nods his head and looks at you. He says something you don't understand. It's hot. You're distracted by the heat. You nod and then Akmed gets a weird look in his eye and simultaneously tries to close the compartment door while pushing you back and the word in broken English pierces through your ear canal and you realize Akmed thinks he's been offered the chewable version of Viagra.
Thanks Sonia for the laugh this afternoon. I hope I find myself is similarly non threatening but insanely funny episodes in broad daylight with lots of people nearby.
Friday, March 16, 2007
there's hope yet for plastic footwear
They may be Croc's saving grace. If I see these all over town hangin' off door displays in dimestores, I won't cringe. The come in black too and I'm going to scour the shoes stores in hopes of finding a pair before I go to Europe. A certain Jane reminded me how scuzzy hostel showers can be. Good to have a pair of of 'I can get these wet' shoes for fashionable trip to the loo.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
quit clogging up our you know whats (landfills and toilets!)
I have been hesitant to talk about something here because really, who wants to think about what happens to all those tampons and pads after we girls are done with them. But seriously, have you ever thought about how may you'll use in a year? In a lifetime? Or what that costs? Multiply that by how many menstruating women. That's disgusting right? Sorry, but I think we should talk about it.
According to Menstruation.com, "discarded tampons and disposable pads contribute hugely to landfill waste. In the US alone, there are over 85 million women of menstruating age, and according to the National Women’s Health Network, they contribute approximately twelve billion pads and 7 million tampons to landfill each year."
But even more so than that is the entire aisle in a pharmacy or grocery store with the dizzying array of versions of the same product from 4 major manufacturers. Tampax, O.B, Kotex and Playtex. All of those tampons all contain Rayon (among other things). Take a look the next time you're out shopping and look at the "ingredients" and see for yourself. Interestingly, I looked at the O.B, Tampax, Kotex and Playtex websites and none of them gave any listing of ingredients in the products but a few did give damage control links about Toxic Shock Syndrome, bleach, rayon and other nastiness. Nice, thanks for that. Oh yeah, thanks for pushing your free sample on me too.
The only tampon brand proudly listing what their tampons are made of was Natracare. You know, the ones that can only be found by visiting a natural health food store. Not a big grocery or drugstore chain. Why is that? Why do you have to go out of your way to find a tampon that isn't processed to nines, filled with crap and comes packaged with a plastic 'applicator' in a little plastic bag inside a cardboard box! I clearly don't understand why women do not more readily have this choice.
Speaking of the non-natural easy to find tampon, I found a few other tidbits of info that you might like to hear:
-"bacteria called staphylococcus aureus, responsible for toxic shock syndrome, breeds easily on synthetic fibers such as rayon and viscose found in all commercial tampons."
-"commercial tampons may expose you to chlorine, and other bleaching agents. Chlorine can cause the production of dioxins, furans and organochlorines. Health risks from exposure to organochlorines include: immune system inhibition, birth defects and the production of cancers."
-"Studies also suggest linkage to endometriosis, breast cancer and other female reproductive disorders."
-"99% of all Toxic Shock Syndrome cases are found in women wearing rayon-blend tampons."
From here.
Goody Gumdrops. I can't believe I let my lifetime of stuffing carcinogenic packed synthetic fibers up my twat go on as long as it did. Behold the Diva Cup. No more money flushed away, no more treks to the inconvenient health food store, no more weird feelings about what exactly is in that thing thoughts. More importantly, no more waste, landfill, and excessive packaging. I highly recommend if you are a consumer of Playtex, Kotex, OB, Tampex, or any other major 'feminine product' company that you consider a healthy, biodegradable, or no waste alternative.
So there.
According to Menstruation.com, "discarded tampons and disposable pads contribute hugely to landfill waste. In the US alone, there are over 85 million women of menstruating age, and according to the National Women’s Health Network, they contribute approximately twelve billion pads and 7 million tampons to landfill each year."
But even more so than that is the entire aisle in a pharmacy or grocery store with the dizzying array of versions of the same product from 4 major manufacturers. Tampax, O.B, Kotex and Playtex. All of those tampons all contain Rayon (among other things). Take a look the next time you're out shopping and look at the "ingredients" and see for yourself. Interestingly, I looked at the O.B, Tampax, Kotex and Playtex websites and none of them gave any listing of ingredients in the products but a few did give damage control links about Toxic Shock Syndrome, bleach, rayon and other nastiness. Nice, thanks for that. Oh yeah, thanks for pushing your free sample on me too.
The only tampon brand proudly listing what their tampons are made of was Natracare. You know, the ones that can only be found by visiting a natural health food store. Not a big grocery or drugstore chain. Why is that? Why do you have to go out of your way to find a tampon that isn't processed to nines, filled with crap and comes packaged with a plastic 'applicator' in a little plastic bag inside a cardboard box! I clearly don't understand why women do not more readily have this choice.
Speaking of the non-natural easy to find tampon, I found a few other tidbits of info that you might like to hear:
-"bacteria called staphylococcus aureus, responsible for toxic shock syndrome, breeds easily on synthetic fibers such as rayon and viscose found in all commercial tampons."
-"commercial tampons may expose you to chlorine, and other bleaching agents. Chlorine can cause the production of dioxins, furans and organochlorines. Health risks from exposure to organochlorines include: immune system inhibition, birth defects and the production of cancers."
-"Studies also suggest linkage to endometriosis, breast cancer and other female reproductive disorders."
-"99% of all Toxic Shock Syndrome cases are found in women wearing rayon-blend tampons."
From here.
Goody Gumdrops. I can't believe I let my lifetime of stuffing carcinogenic packed synthetic fibers up my twat go on as long as it did. Behold the Diva Cup. No more money flushed away, no more treks to the inconvenient health food store, no more weird feelings about what exactly is in that thing thoughts. More importantly, no more waste, landfill, and excessive packaging. I highly recommend if you are a consumer of Playtex, Kotex, OB, Tampex, or any other major 'feminine product' company that you consider a healthy, biodegradable, or no waste alternative.
So there.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
breaking up with your cell phone company
I've often heard the rant of Michael against Telus for holding him hostage via his telephone number. Michael works in a business where being able to reach him is paramount. Alot of people need to reach him- at the telephone number he has had for years. That has kept him chained to Telus. Until now.
Enters fellow Brit, Sir Richard Branson and his Virgin mega company. (See fancy-schmancy website with all the details .) While this is definitly a ploy (celebrated with a stunt) to get you to bring your number to Virgin, he did push to have the legislation passed allowing most Canadians to take their telephone numbers and roam free.
The Canadian Radio, Television & Telecommunications Commision lists all cities that will have number portability as of March 14. Take a look at the list.
Nice marketing, doncha think?
Reminds me of the recent marketing scheme from my own carrier, Fido who sent me some form of advertising on a peice of paper long as the length of my arm. Glossy. Not a word of it stating that it was printed on recyclable materials. I wrote a long letter back to Fido about renewable resources, the eco-footprint on the planet and environmentalism and poliely asked them to not send me such items of advertsing through the mail again, and would they mind emailing me to inform me of the company ethics regarding those issues. I put it back in it's original envelope, changed the address and sent it back. I have yet to hear from them.
Next time, it might be a Dear Fido, it's over. Virgin is moving in.
Enters fellow Brit, Sir Richard Branson and his Virgin mega company. (See fancy-schmancy website with all the details .) While this is definitly a ploy (celebrated with a stunt) to get you to bring your number to Virgin, he did push to have the legislation passed allowing most Canadians to take their telephone numbers and roam free.
The Canadian Radio, Television & Telecommunications Commision lists all cities that will have number portability as of March 14. Take a look at the list.
Nice marketing, doncha think?
Reminds me of the recent marketing scheme from my own carrier, Fido who sent me some form of advertising on a peice of paper long as the length of my arm. Glossy. Not a word of it stating that it was printed on recyclable materials. I wrote a long letter back to Fido about renewable resources, the eco-footprint on the planet and environmentalism and poliely asked them to not send me such items of advertsing through the mail again, and would they mind emailing me to inform me of the company ethics regarding those issues. I put it back in it's original envelope, changed the address and sent it back. I have yet to hear from them.
Next time, it might be a Dear Fido, it's over. Virgin is moving in.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
dance of 1000 hands
My friend Christine always send me really cool emails that include unbelievable links that I would never ever find all by myself. Today she sent me this very amazing dance video:
"There is an awesome dance, called the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, which is
making the rounds across the net. Considering the tight coordination
required, their accomplishment is nothing short of amazing, even if
they were not all deaf. Yes, you read correctly. All 21 of the
dancers are complete deaf-mutes. Relying only on signals from
trainers at the four corners of the stage, these extraordinary
dancers deliver a visual spectacle that is at once intricate and
stirring. Its first major international debut was in Athens last year
at the closing ceremonies for the 2004 Paralympics. But it had long
been in the repertoire of the Chinese Disabled People's Performing
Art Troupe and had traveled to more than 40 countries. Its lead
dancer is 29 year old Tai Lihua, who has a BA from the Hubei Fine
Arts Institute. The video was recorded in Beijing during the Spring
Festival this year."
"There is an awesome dance, called the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, which is
making the rounds across the net. Considering the tight coordination
required, their accomplishment is nothing short of amazing, even if
they were not all deaf. Yes, you read correctly. All 21 of the
dancers are complete deaf-mutes. Relying only on signals from
trainers at the four corners of the stage, these extraordinary
dancers deliver a visual spectacle that is at once intricate and
stirring. Its first major international debut was in Athens last year
at the closing ceremonies for the 2004 Paralympics. But it had long
been in the repertoire of the Chinese Disabled People's Performing
Art Troupe and had traveled to more than 40 countries. Its lead
dancer is 29 year old Tai Lihua, who has a BA from the Hubei Fine
Arts Institute. The video was recorded in Beijing during the Spring
Festival this year."
I'd like to personally thank my sister, Catherine, for helping me with my long overdue taxes.
I think I owe you a lunch. Or two.
Monday, March 12, 2007
11 days and counting
1- Borrowed backpack. Thanks Sis.
1- Pair well worn hikers, recently waterproofed, for those long hikes through the boulevards of Paris and the streets of Brussels looking for that Art Nowveau wonderland.
1- Cozy fleece, Cashmere/wool sweater- for cold Bohemian nights.
2- Merino wool long sleeved shirts to further protect me from the elements.
1- Pair of fingerless wool gloves for warm hands and photographic agility. Thanks Catherine, they're perfect.
1- Camera case for keeping the captured sights safe. One large memeory card- not shown
1- Awesome feather travel pillow with match storage bag for a little bit of luxury on 2nd class train trip.
1- Quick drying towel with keen storage bag for those impromtu train station showers and bathroom baths.
1- Fold down travel kit to keep all my solid soapy products. No liquids on the plane!
1- well tested in the recent Vancouver Monsoon raincoat in bright, don't kill me blue.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Thursday, March 1, 2007
a step back in time
Photo by Fred Herzog
An amazing photography show is currently running at the Vancouver Art Gallery. Fred Herzog, a local shutterbug who currently still lives in Vancouver, incredibly documented the street life of the city in the 1950-1960. Vibrant, colorful, stark exposures of the hustle, bustle and prosperity of areas now burdened by the desperation of the downtown east side are like looking like a real life comic book if you have ever walked along East Hastings. Other shots show the blank canvas of under developed areas now gentrified and teeming with hip shops, cafes, and grocery stores.
It's all really something to see. If you're in town, don't miss it. It's running until May 13 and Tuesday nights are by donation.
More info on Fred Herzog.
This one has a nice gallery of shots.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
the tickle trunk
I have a little thing for crafts. I have a little thing for craft supplies. I enjoy having a myriad of half started or never started projects. Just knowing at any moment I can throw open the doors of the craft cabinet and explore my creativity pleases me to no end. While it's a bit jumbled, if you looked closely you might see:A sewing machine (the one on top is a bit of a decoration), cloth, embroidery thread, pillow cases stamped for embroidery, patterns, iron on transfers, glue, tape and other adhesive materials, multiple spools of ribbon (some very large and particularly antique), paper, scissors, cutting mat and cutting wheel, cotton stuffing, lavender, yarn, crotchet hooks, knitting needles, pens, felt markers, pins, craft books, craft magazines, beads, beading wire, some funny little wooden cording tool my mother gave my for Christmas, pliers, nails, hammers, brushes, stencils, paint, plain paper, craft paper and tissue paper, string, thread, gift wrap, rubber stamps, ink pads, glitter, and a bag of small glass sample jars.
As you can imagine craft stores are a mesmerizing wonderland to explore. I can spend hours pouring over different hole punchers, colors of ribbon, tools, pens, solvents for paints, craft kits, scrapbook kits- you name it. My eyes turn into spirals. Today they spun wildly as I hit the mother lode of craft stores, Loomis. Just like the web page says.. "give your creativity free rein". Honestly, if I did that, I would quit my job, move to a commune and start making my own clothes and hand embroidering my underwear. Not good.
Today I reined in my urge to buy mini spools of cloth ribbon in a dizzying array of colors. It's like a drug. I knew if I loaded up on those tiny wheels of fabric crack I would come home, unroll them all and roll around in it until we were a sweating, tangled heap. Instead I ran my hands over the rainbow of felt markers the way a kid would run a stick over a picket fence. I picked up the solvent and paint bottles and watched the air bubbles rise to the surface. I shook the little jars of powdered pigment and made pleasant with the staff query of "doing alright?".
I almost gave in to a package of Super Sculpey while I envisioned all the things I could make and bake in my oven. Then I realized the auxiliary purchases of paint and glaze and talked myself out of it. The other massive temptation were these little kits of stencil letters that "rub on to virtually any surface". But then I realized that every open wall surface in my apartment would be emblazoned with an uplifting quote of inspiring word by the weekend. I was feeling that kind of creative fire today.
No, I held back. I bought one spool of fabric ribbon and a "Chinese take out" like container for a gift I bought the sister and slowly backed myself out of the store. I have a load of groovy crafting links but I'm too exhausted now to share them. I feel like have been sniffing the glue stick when I haven't. Howver, "Not Martha" is a good one, you can find it in the side bar of links called 'fuck you Martha Stewart'. Click on "get your craft on". It's a favorite too. Hell, take a moment a click through all my favorite links.
Before I forget.. Chocolate Bubble Wrap. I think it's pretty self explanatory. It's definitly a site I have to save for another day. Thanks to Dooce for the link.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
39 is only 3 years older than me
It can't be easy. The world is silently chanting in your ear.."fourty fourty you're almost fourty. what have you done with your time. are you all you thought you would be?". Listen, the first thing you have to do is kill that voice. It's not yours. It belongs to a 69 year old block of cement in a suit in a commercial you watched when you were five.
It was representing a term deposit in a bank. Ignore it.
The second thing you have to do is to convince yourself that it is OK that you have decided to halt your emotional growth at a healthy, say, 26 year old mind. Then tell your skin to park it where it is. Stay put. Boobs are you listening? You can just stop what you're doing right now. You might want to have a chat with a few other parts just to make sure the whole kit is on track with the 26 year old thing and then you're good to go.
The last thing you should do is list all the incredibly wonderful things YOU think you've done. You can define these yourself, Oprah says so. So, you've made a list everyday for the last 5 years. Celebrate that. Plus all the other things you've done, like that time that you hitch hiked through Egypt..pretty amazing. It really is a crying shame the world doesn't reward that kind of bravery and tenacity in monetary gain. Wouldn't it be great if you could get a RRSP contribution for developing hepatitis while on the Atlas mountains and have to be carried down by sherpas and a donkey? I mean, that would kill me. Be happy for all the things you've done, finsihed, accomplished or were "successful" at. Be estatic that you decided to go get that wacky masters degree and you might get out and decide what you really want to do is shuck oysters in a bar in Yugaslovia. Hurrah!! Whatever it is, whatever you've done, you've made it thus far without killing me and that, I'd say, that's alot.
Happy Birthday Catherine.
(when I freak out about turning 39, I'll have to come back and read this post.)
Love,
your sister.
By the way.. I posted 2 of my favorite photgraphs from our Sunday afternoon in Chinatown. You can see the rest of them here.
It was representing a term deposit in a bank. Ignore it.
The second thing you have to do is to convince yourself that it is OK that you have decided to halt your emotional growth at a healthy, say, 26 year old mind. Then tell your skin to park it where it is. Stay put. Boobs are you listening? You can just stop what you're doing right now. You might want to have a chat with a few other parts just to make sure the whole kit is on track with the 26 year old thing and then you're good to go.
The last thing you should do is list all the incredibly wonderful things YOU think you've done. You can define these yourself, Oprah says so. So, you've made a list everyday for the last 5 years. Celebrate that. Plus all the other things you've done, like that time that you hitch hiked through Egypt..pretty amazing. It really is a crying shame the world doesn't reward that kind of bravery and tenacity in monetary gain. Wouldn't it be great if you could get a RRSP contribution for developing hepatitis while on the Atlas mountains and have to be carried down by sherpas and a donkey? I mean, that would kill me. Be happy for all the things you've done, finsihed, accomplished or were "successful" at. Be estatic that you decided to go get that wacky masters degree and you might get out and decide what you really want to do is shuck oysters in a bar in Yugaslovia. Hurrah!! Whatever it is, whatever you've done, you've made it thus far without killing me and that, I'd say, that's alot.
Happy Birthday Catherine.
(when I freak out about turning 39, I'll have to come back and read this post.)
Love,
your sister.
By the way.. I posted 2 of my favorite photgraphs from our Sunday afternoon in Chinatown. You can see the rest of them here.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I can wish right?
- 1-2 warm sweaters, grey or black, preferably high quality fibers of wool/cashemere blend- One down one to go, supplementing with 2 new merino wool longsleeve shirts. Yum
- 3-4 good quality Tshirts in black or grey
- good quality lightweight gloves for chilly photographic mornings in the Czech Republik
- small travel bag in grey for toiletries. I saw one at MEC for less than $10- check
- travel tea press. Michael has one and I'm jealous.- no longer jealous with my sparkly red one- check
- A Matt&Nat handbag and wallet- the buddah bag in yellow, the sabre tooth wallet in large and any color, they're just yummy yum.
- lots and lots of bergamont rooiboos and a pretty bombilla.
the next big thing
Monday, February 19, 2007
chicken before the egg?
Check out these clever photographs that are based on children's drawings. Either that or the children's drawings are based on the photographs.
Thanks Todd, for the link.
Thanks Todd, for the link.
my god given right is to be happy
There are a number of perks to sharing a vehicle with a co-op rather than being the out right owner of one.
1. Access to a wide variety of vehicles. Jeeps, trucks, hybrids, Mini Cooper, Volkswagen Bug. No Smart cars, or motorcycles though.
2. Discount on most car rentals at three different car rental agencies.
3. 15% discount monthly Translink bus pass that I will continue to buy every month.
4. 10% off my monthly bill for being a good Co-Op member: returning vehicles on time, keeping the gas tank of vehicles I borrow at 1/2 tank, not leaving light on or doors and windows open, and paying my bill on time.
5. The Co-Op pays for all gas, maintenence and insurance. If you put gas in a vehicle or put it through a car wash, just attatch receipts and it will be taken off your monthly bill.
Today, I booked a 2003 Gray Toyota RAV4 to do a large grocery run and pick up a few things. It's parked 4 blocks away, for use between 1-5pm. The charge is $8.00 plus approx $0.18/per kilometre. This makes me happy.
The downsides? You don't get to indulge that part of being a human that says:
"I deserve to have access to a vehicle at all hours of the day. I deserve to be the only person in the vehicle if I want that and I deserve to use the trunk as a storage unit for my stuff. I also deserve to have this vehicle parked less than 20 steps from my front door and not have to share it if I don't want to. Lastly, I derserve to feel that having a vehicle is a god given right to my human functioning on the planet, not a luxury."
I think I can live with that.
1. Access to a wide variety of vehicles. Jeeps, trucks, hybrids, Mini Cooper, Volkswagen Bug. No Smart cars, or motorcycles though.
2. Discount on most car rentals at three different car rental agencies.
3. 15% discount monthly Translink bus pass that I will continue to buy every month.
4. 10% off my monthly bill for being a good Co-Op member: returning vehicles on time, keeping the gas tank of vehicles I borrow at 1/2 tank, not leaving light on or doors and windows open, and paying my bill on time.
5. The Co-Op pays for all gas, maintenence and insurance. If you put gas in a vehicle or put it through a car wash, just attatch receipts and it will be taken off your monthly bill.
Today, I booked a 2003 Gray Toyota RAV4 to do a large grocery run and pick up a few things. It's parked 4 blocks away, for use between 1-5pm. The charge is $8.00 plus approx $0.18/per kilometre. This makes me happy.
The downsides? You don't get to indulge that part of being a human that says:
"I deserve to have access to a vehicle at all hours of the day. I deserve to be the only person in the vehicle if I want that and I deserve to use the trunk as a storage unit for my stuff. I also deserve to have this vehicle parked less than 20 steps from my front door and not have to share it if I don't want to. Lastly, I derserve to feel that having a vehicle is a god given right to my human functioning on the planet, not a luxury."
I think I can live with that.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
baby, you can drive my car
I used to own a 1969 Valiant. I named it Rose. It was the first car I ever owned and I bought it for $500.00. All because of the fabled Slant 6 engine. From the very beginning that car was a lesson in car maintenance. The first thing I had to do was have the head gasket on the radiator resealed. When I decided I was going to drive it from Calgary to Vancouver, I had to have both upper and lower ball joints redone. That job cost $970.00. That was a month after I bought it.
Further lessons in car anatomy followed when I drove in to the United States. The radiator started leaking at the border but I persevered. In Everett, Wa, I had to have the head gasket soldered again and then in Portland it was clear, the whole thing would have to be replaced. Luckily, I found a radiator shop run by a woman.
Fran: Look, I like Canadians and you seem very nice. I'll sell you this thing at cost to help you. I also won't charge you labor if you want to do this yourself.
Me: Ok (sheepish, uncertain look on my face)
Fran: You have tools don't you?
Me: Um no.
Fran handed me a few wrenches and gave me a quick lesson in hoses, bolts and removal of the cooling system in a 69 Valiant and left me alone to finish the task. I did.
Further unexpected instructions and assignments covered:
-cracked manifold and head gasket repair
-spark plugs
-changing the oil
-boosting the car up on a jack
-drum brakes adjustment and ultimate replacement.
-starter motor
-ignition switch
-stalls and getting a jump
-timing
-carburetor and what it means to run rich
-electrical wiring and fuses
-radio maintenance
-steering column
-tires
-the horn
-exhaust pipe and muffler
I know I'm forgetting something, but I did save ever single receipt for every single repair or part I paid for. And then I handed them all over when I sold Rose 5 years later after she literally became a monkey on my back. In the end, I had a cool car, learned alot of words and found the ability to talk shop bullshit to not get ripped off by a mechanic that thought I was a stupid, gullible girl.
I have vowed to never ever be the sole owner of a vehicle ever again. But that doesn't stop me from occasionally needing a car. So, after looking into the matter and having experience with Michael being a involved, today I became a member of the very first car co-operative in Canada.
What does that mean?
It means I have access to a variety of vehicles parked around the lower mainland. It means I can book a car for as little as a 1/2 hr. Most importantly, it means I can drive to Ikea or relieve my arms of carrying 7 bags of groceries home.
Further lessons in car anatomy followed when I drove in to the United States. The radiator started leaking at the border but I persevered. In Everett, Wa, I had to have the head gasket soldered again and then in Portland it was clear, the whole thing would have to be replaced. Luckily, I found a radiator shop run by a woman.
Fran: Look, I like Canadians and you seem very nice. I'll sell you this thing at cost to help you. I also won't charge you labor if you want to do this yourself.
Me: Ok (sheepish, uncertain look on my face)
Fran: You have tools don't you?
Me: Um no.
Fran handed me a few wrenches and gave me a quick lesson in hoses, bolts and removal of the cooling system in a 69 Valiant and left me alone to finish the task. I did.
Further unexpected instructions and assignments covered:
-cracked manifold and head gasket repair
-spark plugs
-changing the oil
-boosting the car up on a jack
-drum brakes adjustment and ultimate replacement.
-starter motor
-ignition switch
-stalls and getting a jump
-timing
-carburetor and what it means to run rich
-electrical wiring and fuses
-radio maintenance
-steering column
-tires
-the horn
-exhaust pipe and muffler
I know I'm forgetting something, but I did save ever single receipt for every single repair or part I paid for. And then I handed them all over when I sold Rose 5 years later after she literally became a monkey on my back. In the end, I had a cool car, learned alot of words and found the ability to talk shop bullshit to not get ripped off by a mechanic that thought I was a stupid, gullible girl.
I have vowed to never ever be the sole owner of a vehicle ever again. But that doesn't stop me from occasionally needing a car. So, after looking into the matter and having experience with Michael being a involved, today I became a member of the very first car co-operative in Canada.
What does that mean?
It means I have access to a variety of vehicles parked around the lower mainland. It means I can book a car for as little as a 1/2 hr. Most importantly, it means I can drive to Ikea or relieve my arms of carrying 7 bags of groceries home.
Friday, February 16, 2007
thanks for the reminders, Mom
1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. You are special and unique.
8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. You are special and unique.
8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
he asked for only locally grown flowers.
A lesser eco-footprint was my valentine this year.
Michael never says the 3 little words but he does bring me flowers for Valentine's Day., originally uploaded by smoooch.
Michael never says the 3 little words but he does bring me flowers for Valentine's Day., originally uploaded by smoooch.
Does Ruby wear a watch?
Happy Valentine's Day
Remember- when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together. And don't forget to show each other a little love and compassion.
More Kisses Please!!
love me do
The beast, otherwise known as my cat Ruby, found herself on the roof of the house last night. I'm baffled at how she manages to get up there as previous known routes have been blocked off with chicken wire. Have you ever seen a cat climb a trellice like a ladder, hand over hand? I have and it's not right. This cat is like a small white monkey with cat like features. Well, mysteries aside, she got up there again and her plaintive mews let me know.
Past attempts to rescue this screature have not been well received. I have coaxed her down to beam off a 2nd floor balcony just at my reach when I stand on a stack of chairs on the back porch. Grabbing her leg and forcfully pulling her down is not enjoyed by either of us. And she remembered it and would not have anything to do with that vantage point.
So I got the ladder.
At 7am today in my slept in sweats and tshirt and pair of cheap sandals, I stood on this ricketty ladder until my head was above the beam. I called for the beast to come forth and she gingerly made her way across the beam to where I was. I patted my shoulder and gently encourgaed her. Remember this was the monster that took out an innocent bird yesterday. She mewed and took one tentative step onto my shoulder, then another and then mewed a more distinctive and assertive, "Ok, fine now, take me down servant girl".
Past attempts to rescue this screature have not been well received. I have coaxed her down to beam off a 2nd floor balcony just at my reach when I stand on a stack of chairs on the back porch. Grabbing her leg and forcfully pulling her down is not enjoyed by either of us. And she remembered it and would not have anything to do with that vantage point.
So I got the ladder.
At 7am today in my slept in sweats and tshirt and pair of cheap sandals, I stood on this ricketty ladder until my head was above the beam. I called for the beast to come forth and she gingerly made her way across the beam to where I was. I patted my shoulder and gently encourgaed her. Remember this was the monster that took out an innocent bird yesterday. She mewed and took one tentative step onto my shoulder, then another and then mewed a more distinctive and assertive, "Ok, fine now, take me down servant girl".
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
the day as it unfolded
I had a nice day at work. Daily work activites went smoothly and alot was accomplished. I rode the public transit home and stayed on to go a bit further to the local grocery store. The one that sells killer spicy fennel sausages. Perfect for red lentil soup with a nice Italian loaf of bread. Standing at the deli counter I was greeted with this warning of exceptional customer service.
Great. Thanks for the head's up. I'll have to remember that the next time I try and double up with a stranger. The hand of the deli god will swoop down and shake it's cheese finger at me.
Afterwards, I stopped into my favorite cafe to have one of the best lattes on the drive, Joe's- a veritable landmark. Here's a picture of Tony and my lovely layered coffee. It's always a treat to go. A little sketchy is the decor, but what can you expect from an ex-bullfighter from Portugal.
All in all it was a very relaxed evening. I didn't even mind the throngs of fellow passangers as I made my way home. I walked the last few blocks thinking of dinner, a nice quiet evening to catch up on laundry, some reading and maybe a favorite TV show. That was until I dropped my coat, flicked on the light, turned.
Ruby (the cat) had out run any warning the small bell on the collar around her neck might call out out and captured a bird in her carnivorastic little jaws. The first one this year. From the puddle of little feathers, I can see that a small scuffle ensued while she either played with the poor creature or it tried to escape. I'm sure it was the latter.And here I was thinking her mad racing around recently was the forebearing of some seismic shifting or other earthly activity that only animals can sense. No, instead it was her blood thirsty hunger for capture and carnage.
I live with a small white beast.
Great. Thanks for the head's up. I'll have to remember that the next time I try and double up with a stranger. The hand of the deli god will swoop down and shake it's cheese finger at me.Afterwards, I stopped into my favorite cafe to have one of the best lattes on the drive, Joe's- a veritable landmark. Here's a picture of Tony and my lovely layered coffee. It's always a treat to go. A little sketchy is the decor, but what can you expect from an ex-bullfighter from Portugal.
All in all it was a very relaxed evening. I didn't even mind the throngs of fellow passangers as I made my way home. I walked the last few blocks thinking of dinner, a nice quiet evening to catch up on laundry, some reading and maybe a favorite TV show. That was until I dropped my coat, flicked on the light, turned.Ruby (the cat) had out run any warning the small bell on the collar around her neck might call out out and captured a bird in her carnivorastic little jaws. The first one this year. From the puddle of little feathers, I can see that a small scuffle ensued while she either played with the poor creature or it tried to escape. I'm sure it was the latter.And here I was thinking her mad racing around recently was the forebearing of some seismic shifting or other earthly activity that only animals can sense. No, instead it was her blood thirsty hunger for capture and carnage.
I live with a small white beast.
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