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:
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Sunday, 8 May 2011
Thursday, 5 May 2011
DÜDADO
April was a brilliant month. Overnight Berlin exploded into green. Tomkins descended on Neukölln, I turned 21, and finally escaped the city.
Hitchhiking to Basel was quicker than the train and considerably sunnier. We made it in good time to be greeted with wine, and some of the best people to be found in Switzerland. Everyday should begin with a swim in the Rhein, followed by homemade pancakes and a little red radio that belts out a Beethoven soundtrack to the boats that go past. Bread baking, egg painting, chocolate eating, docks trespassing, street dancing, train hopping, tree climbing, feet running, pedal cycling, treasure finding, letter writing, wine drinking, bubbles blowing, people talking, photo making -
Hitchhiking to Basel was quicker than the train and considerably sunnier. We made it in good time to be greeted with wine, and some of the best people to be found in Switzerland. Everyday should begin with a swim in the Rhein, followed by homemade pancakes and a little red radio that belts out a Beethoven soundtrack to the boats that go past. Bread baking, egg painting, chocolate eating, docks trespassing, street dancing, train hopping, tree climbing, feet running, pedal cycling, treasure finding, letter writing, wine drinking, bubbles blowing, people talking, photo making -
Saturday, 16 April 2011
I miss the sea
Places I would like to be, when I get a bit sick of this city:
(Smiles to anyone who can say where these photos are from)
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Trespassing
We're going on a bear hunt.
We're going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared.
What is it about abandoned buildings that make them so addictive?
Why are smashed in windows, derelict stairs, and peeling wallpaper so magical?
Part of it is that child-like feeling of discovery, like you're going on an adventure. There's nothing better than seeing a sunny sky on a lazy Saturday, and deciding to spend it climbing over walls and sitting on rooftops. I love the Spytowers of Teufelsberg and the ghostly Spreepark. Kreuzberg is full of crumbling walls and empty factories. But Bärenquell Brauerei (Bären=bears, quell=source and Brauerei=brewery) has quite a magic of its own.
For a start, its huge. I've been there twice now, and haven't even begun on the cellars. You can get lost in this place. The rooms range from giant warehouses cut through with slanting sunlight, to tiny bedrooms complete with gold posted beds. There are ladders and spiral staircases. There are engine rooms, laboratories, a mill, a giant swing, a princess tower with panoramic views of Berlin. Rooms carpeted with the old labels of beers from another age. Brewing secrets locked in dusty bottles with faded labels.
I don't really like taking photographs (though I do like having them) and I'm not very good at it either but here are a few:
For a start, its huge. I've been there twice now, and haven't even begun on the cellars. You can get lost in this place. The rooms range from giant warehouses cut through with slanting sunlight, to tiny bedrooms complete with gold posted beds. There are ladders and spiral staircases. There are engine rooms, laboratories, a mill, a giant swing, a princess tower with panoramic views of Berlin. Rooms carpeted with the old labels of beers from another age. Brewing secrets locked in dusty bottles with faded labels.
I don't really like taking photographs (though I do like having them) and I'm not very good at it either but here are a few:
S(trick)-Bahn
Some videos, some photos, some articles...
Photos and film, all credit to brilliant Mira, Johannes and Lukas.
Furios - student magazine at the FU
Bild Zeitung. Words cannot express.
A standard u-bahn carriage, without wool.
Measuring
Serious business.
Caught on CCTV
Post-Aktion breakfast, admiring our handiwork.
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