Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Underwhelming, But Right
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Solo Man
Here I am at a cafe in Ljubljana (as you can guess, this posting is about me, me me!).
Here I am swimming in Lake Bled in Slovenia. It was a beautiful day. Warm, sunny and the water was so clear you could see the fish under the surface as clearly as the ducks on top.
I had a sudden urge to prove to myself that my body could withstand everything that the Solo Man's body could. I got two buses and a train to the Slovenian side of the Slovenia-Italy border. I then walked about 5 kilometres over the border, hitched to Gorizia, and there I am, tired but refreshed, at the train station. Who's the real Solo Man now?
Note: the bottle of Coke beside me in no way reflects on a lack of support on my part for the excellent people at Solo Inc., but rather a failure of the Italian railway system to provide Solo at the self-service vending machines at their stations.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Dark, Wagnerian Tragedy
Friday, September 14, 2007
A Word on ´Families´
Who the FUCK isn´t a family?
Do they really mean to say they aim to represent everyone in Australia EXCEPT orphans? I mean, if they´re not going to come out and say they actually stand for conservative, Christian values (whatever that means) then at least they could come up with something less insulting to the intelligence of voters. But then, I guess that´s the point isn´t it?
...the stupidity of it all.
Monday, September 10, 2007
It Rained in Poland
It started out fine and European. We sipped coffee in the old town square. An old man was playing accordion, and there were pigeons...
Then things changed. The dark underbelly of Warsaw reared up. And truth be told, I liked it... The weather allowed for trudging the streets, watched always by Stalins monolithic Palace of Culture.
It also made for atmospheric photos in the massive old Jewish Cemetery, basically a forest littered with the silent standing crowd of thousands of worn gravestones.
It kept raining as I sat on the train to Auschwitz and Birkenau, feeling pretty apprehensive about how I would react to the site of one of the greatest crimes of modern history. In the cold and the wind and the steady rain, the horror of this place hit home - more than anything because it felt so... normal. Quiet. Peaceful. Neat. I was consumed by a mixture of sorrow and rage. Never again...
The most enduring memory I will have of Poland, however, is of the wonderful people I met. Thanks to all of you. This photo was taken on one of many raucous evenings in the capital.