I’m all about trusting the locals. When someone who lives in the area suggests it might be a good idea to [verb] at [place name], well, what the hell, right? They’re the local, they know better. In general this serves the good natured traveler well and you’ll end up [verbing] the [superlative adjective] [object] you’ve ever [verbed] in your life.
Unless you end up freezing your ass off after dark in the streets of Steyr when it is in the low 20s.… continued…
In a few days, Austria assumes the EU presidency. There’s a PR frenzy around this event of course, including a partially state funded billboard project that shows, among other things, a three way where the participants are wearing masks of Jaques Chirac, George Bush, and the Queen of England. The organization responsible for posting the controversial images says they are meant “reflect on the different social, historical and political developements in Europe.”
There are 150 different images by 75 artists – three were branded offensive.… continued…
It took me a bit to work up to it. I’m not sure why, after all, we have the snow base and the weather has been pretty good. Still, when you know winter is just setting in, there’s not a lot of pressure to rush out on to the snow. No matter. Because finally, after lolling about for a little over a week, I went skiing.
Yes, you are shocked and ashamed of my laziness. In my credit, we lost a few days to rain and I did go snowshoeing once last week.… continued…
Shaun’s pics from the Real Canadian Superstore reminded me to take the camera with me today when we went to get groceries. I never get tired of supermarkets in places that are not my home town. It could be Italy, where the selection of olive oil is matched only by the selection of biscotti, or our own Merkur, where the chocolate takes up nearly a whole aisle. Click the pork ‘n’ wine photo to go to a few more supermarket pics.… continued…
Remembrance Week, 26th Dec- 1 Jan
I’ve been watching clips from the memorials taking place for the tsunami vicitims and I gotta tell you, it’s breaking my heart. Last night I dreamt that I was at a protest of some kind, but we had all gone dressed for a funeral because before the protest, we were attending the memorial. We stood in silence as hundreds of blue laterns were released in to the sky, signifying only a fraction of those that were killed by the wave.… continued…
