Setting: Hudson News stand, departures terminal, Vegas airport. I stopped into buy the Pepto Bismol I’d been seeking for about 24 hours.
Aside — you’d think they’d sell that stuff in vending machines on the casino floor, next to packets of Alka Seltzer, rehydrating drinks, and a hefty array of painkillers, but I was striking out everywhere. Ironic sidebar? In another section of the sprawling convention center, The National Association of Convenience Stores trade show.
I hand over a ten and the classic pink box.… continued…
- Sunset from my living room.
- Willie K show at the Triple Door
- Half B at Cafe Rozella in White Center
I’ve got a terrific new toy, the Olympus Stylus Tough-8000. It’s a 12mp pocket camera, a little tiny thing that, well, it fits in my pocket. I haven’t ditched Nikon D200 SLR by any means, but this little baby does some stuff that my Nikon won’t. It shoots video and, more importantly, goes underwater. I’ve got just enough time to learn how to use it properly — I’m off to Hawaii and look out, fish, I am taking your pictures, I don’t care if you have a mouth full of coral or look lumpy in that swimsuit, you are ending up on Flickr.… continued…
Several years ago at a book sale in a small and pretty town in Austria, I bought a stack of Baedeker’s red guidebooks. I have four of these fragile, red cloth bound little volumes. I also bought a Flaxman Hand-Book of English and German Conversation. The Flaxman’s is from 1907, the Baedeker’s are also from the early 1900s. I think they all belonged to the same person, a Doktor Ernst Fuschig of Scharding am Inn, a town near the current border between Austria and Germany — the Doktor’s name is rubber stamped in slightly smeared ink inside the cover of each book save the phrase book — that appears to have spent a bit of time at an antique book store in Vienna, Franz Malota on the Wiednerhaupstrasse in the fourth district.… continued…



















