Hit That Jive

Feet slipped back into wellworn sandals, sunshine drawing out every dusty person, filling up the streets with noise and music. This week has been peaceful settling into the new term's academia. Highlights include a class on Barbary piracy, and another on contemporary literature of the Middle East. I'd missed the library.

Some other fragments of things that might be of interest:

Today was spent knitting in the Prinzessingarten, a little bit of magic in the middle of this city's insanity.

As linked in the previous post, panikstricken has television fame and international plans on the horizon. Tags are underway. The second S(trick)-bahn is plotting as we speak (as you read).

I like art projects that involve a lot of strangers eating dinner together, especially when accompanied with wine and live jazz. Zu Tisch an der UdK was a lot of fun, and the post-feast dining table is now a stranded installation, eerie with the soundtrack and memories etched in spilt wine on the canvas cloth. Artists.

Apologies this isn't a more coherent narrative. Posts on Ballett and Mayday on their way. I really just wanted to post links to some tunes:

Listen here to the fabulous Gina Tomkins singing her beautiful songs.

And here for something upbeat, to make you pull on those shoes, walk out that door, and dance those feet in that summer smelling rain: