Friday, September 26, 2008

sick

I'm sick. Over the last two nights I've watched two movies, and both of them have quoted Gertrude Stein:

"America is my country, and Paris is my home town."

Sabrina and The Devil Wears Prada.

We have a small movie collection here.

Sabrina
is a good movie. I like the Audrey Hepburn one. We have the new one though. It's ok. The Devil Wears Prada is a parade for the eyes. So interesting. But the story just makes me sad.

I would like to visit Paris.

Friday, September 19, 2008

kate is enjoying...

This might be my favorite dark chocolate. It's just so good.
(and when i think about it, i don't miss oreos after all.)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

copenhagen

I had resolved to go into Copenhagen on my layover once I had booked a ticket with a 6+hr layover. In the days preceding my travels, I had done a tid bit of research on the city: found out that I should go see the little mermaid, and got a general idea of the city layout and it's proximity to the airport. I also pulled out the pages of Copenhagen from my huge Europe on a shoestring travel book.

On Tuesday "morning" when I landed in Copenhagen, it was about 7am: to me, 1am. I had slept quite little on the plane despite taking Tylenol PM, so I was really groggy. Had I not already decided to go I might not have gone. But, carpe diem! I made my way out through customs and headed toward the metro, into a country where I could not speak one word - not ONE word - of the language. I've never done that. (But Danish isn't in my Central Euro phrase book...)

It took several tries, but I managed to decipher and buy a metro pass to get into the city. It was then that I discovered that Denmark doesn't use Euros...so basically I know nothing of this country. I was pleased to get a metro pass with a credit card, so I didn't have to take out cash at all.

On my way into the city I looked through a booklet on Copenhagen from SAS and found a useful map where I planned out a walking route through the city. I, of course, didn't know if it would be feasible to walk the distance, because there was no legend.

I popped up at 7:30am in the center of a busy city where most everyone was headed to work on bicycles. I used the sun to decide which was I wanted to start walking, and proceeded up the main thoroughfare. Until I suddenly saw a quaint side street and decided to aburptly turn. When I was nearly run over with a bicyclist. Except I didn't even - in my grogginess - know what was happening and I began to walk again into his way. The Danes seem to me to be very good-natured, and the man just called out something like pardon and whizzed on his way. And some onlookers chuckled. I had to laugh, and then make a deliberate point to look out for cyclists, which in my state of grogginess took a lot of concentration!
I came across something like a palace and the governor's gardens pretty quickly. It was really lovely. Many people were walking through on their way to work, or with their dogs. It was so much fun to me, to imagine everyone home in America, and thinking: this is what Danes are doing, while we are all tucked up in our beds. They are riding to work on their bicycles in great numbers, all with smiles on their faces. And today I get to see it.
I enjoyed the lovely flowers and unusual sculptures, and the sunlight, which was slowly warming up the city (and making me happy since I only had a light fleece). I was also amused by the young boys who were apparently learning to be guards for the palace door.
















I walked on north through some unidentified park which I thought from the map was a fortress because it seemed to have a moat. Instead there was a lovely old windmill, surrounded by canals. I rested there for a bit and read on a bench.
I was the only obvious tourist up till then. I just walked around with a smile on my face, because Copenhagen was so beautiful and pleasant to me. I should have liked to be Danish, I think. Then I ran into other tourists at the mermaid.
By the time I was back in the center of the city I was tired of walking and getting hungry. But I headed on through to the city hall. Then I turned and walked across the bridge toward another part of town, all the while looking for a grocery store where I could get lunch.
I was pretty exhausted, and my feet hurt. My carry-on wasn't exactly light either. But I found a store where I got some yogurt (hurray for European yogurt!) and chocolate and choco-covered rice cakes and a banana. And some treats for the niece and nephews, and a treat for Elizabeth and Milan. (And I figured I had gotten a decently priced lunch at 3x what my metro ticket was: I had no idea of the exchange rate. Not so! Denmark is expense! My short metro ride was $5, two times, and lunch $15! oh well.)

I got back to the airport with extra time: I was too tired to use my full time in the city. And in a few more hours, I was greeted by Elizabeth, Mark, Daniel and Anna!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

a tribute to scout

"the photograph on the dashboard taken years ago
turn around backwards so the windshield shows
every streetlight reveals a picture in reverse"
- "Nightswimming"

This was a postcard I got while I was in Slovakia, and it always hung up on a wall somewhere at home when I lived in Trnava and in Decatur. Then the summer of the long road trip I was in huge transition, all of my belongings in boxes, ready to be moved down to Inman Park, and my car becoming my home for most of seven weeks on the road. I look this picture off the wall by the lightswitch, and felt sad to pack it up and have the room so bare. Instead, I put it on the dashboard just before leaving, thinking of the lyrics to the REM song. There was a funny little incident in Alabama a week later, and Dylan stayed on Scout's dashboard since. (But he'll move to Prague with me.)


Scout has been a good car to me for over three years now. We've had three long summers together, covering a lot of miles with different loads and different company. And now we're parting for a few years, Lord willing. Scout will make her residence in West Orange, taking regular commutes to Short Hills and back. She will do just fine, and I'm pretty ok with parting with her. But this seems to be a good forum for remembering many good times.

Just this summer, Scout took Carol and Garrett and me down to DC...
And before that she drove up from GA, over to western NY, and up to NH two times.
Last summer, in New Hampshire again, this time with Courtney and Jeremy (who is the friend of Garrett's, and this was when we met...)
And when we were in Maine, Scout got a little messy...
Earlier that summer, driving from Texas with Anna and Daniel in the back seat...










And of course, I have lots of pictures from the big road trip, Summer 06 when Scout turned 1 and was christened...
Above is Laura driving her,
and here we are headed for the Grand Canyon with Angie and Elizabeth...
on the west coast, with Jeremy and Brent










Then up in Seattle with Courtney in the front, and David, Jodie and Ivy squashed in the back (next to all our stuff...)











Then driving east with Courtney...
One of the more hilarious moments in Scout, on Yellowstone Lake...
Here's Scout in the Tetons, one of her favorite places, naturally.
By the end of that trip, she was pretty dirty...
And I had taken a LOT of pictures through her windows...



Goodbye, Scout!
Scout in the New Hampshire mountains