Dirndl?? Wiki says: A dirndl is a type of traditional dress worn in southern Germany, Liechtenstein and Austria, based on the historical costume of Alpine peasants.
Well. A Dirndl has always been the embodiment of Bavarian hillbilliness, white picket fenceness
for me. But somehow my world shifts and I’m totally in love with those dresses, especially in combination with cowboy boots. That’s it. I’ll bring that fashion to Kreuzberg. If it’s not already arrived there. Mmmh. I bought 3 Dirndls so far at ebay. Good Bavarian / Austrian quality and very very cuddly and warm on my body. Out of the box and over the fence 🙂
I took this photo using my favourite 15-seconds-exposure-thing!
Find my cat in the back!!
I love (short) film festivals. Especially the Independent Osnabrück one! This festival is a bucket of water in the desert, a gem in a haystack. I’ve been there several times and always felt warmheartedly welcome and
well, it is not too big, not confusingly widespread (I mean concerning distances).
During 3 days they show mostly feature long films and two short film programs. I enjoyed it a lot and I got lots of inspiration and talked to many lovely film freaks. And I happily walked back to my little hotel (wwwd = white wine walking distance! Yes, the Lagerhalle-Bar has good wine!), suddenly the night was warm, I pulled my camera trigger for 15 seconds and out came enlightened pictures, see below (the weird blurred thing is a light-spotted Jesus-cross on a church roof
) – one thing is very remarkable: there are churches almost at every corner. Stone old ones, medieval and waaayyy older. And the church bells ring like hell (heehee) at 8 in the morning on a peaceful Sunday
Special hug to Birgit & Holger for the vibes! Keep on keeping on!!
The river that runs through the city is called Hase (= rabbit) why so ever
I enjoyed a walk and a coffee and the flying ducks that greeted me quacking and I tweeted back.
Traveling is damn necessary, says the old seagull! my film program is called. I’ll show lots of very old, medium old and new super 8 films, partly in original version on my Elmo projector and partly digitized via Beamer.
(if you don’t understand German, the text on the picture above translates like: About singable palm trees in Los Angeles, self healing bikes, winter-in-Berlin-survival-rituals, warmth seeking bug parasites, saltfrogs that reincarnate into trash bins, negative developed love goddesses, magic gold brandy
and lots more. Plus a world premiere: Get up, Jucy Lordan!)
Come into the Regenbogen-Kino at Lausitzer Strasse 22 in Berlin-Kreuzberg this coming Saturday at 8.30 pm!
I’ll bring some freshly baked super 8 cookies!
And here’s the complete film list! >>> regenbogenfilmliste.pdf
Recently I had a glass of champagne (instead of water or tea, as a matter of diversion ;-P) standing within my grasp beside my bed and I fell into contemplation
watching a string of tiny bubbles rising up in an exact interval, one after the other, endlessly. But every (about) 30th there came another on the passing lane
passing the row. Just one single one! In an exact interval
So beautiful, mathematics!
We did it again
this is how aunt Wiki describes it: Geocaching is an outdoor activity in which the participants use a Global Positioning System (GPS) receiver or other navigational techniques to hide and seek containers (called „geocaches“ or „caches“) anywhere in the world. A typical cache is a small waterproof container (usually a tupperware or ammo box) containing a logbook. Larger containers can also contain items for trading, usually toys or trinkets of little value. Geocaching is most often described as a „game of high-tech hide and seek“, sharing many aspects with orienteering, treasure-hunting, and waymarking.
We solved a puzzle, crawled above dusty ceilings, found beautiful Russian paintings on walls in hidden rooms
and found the treasure in the end. I don’t really know how to describe and explain the fascination, it must have something to do with childish remains, hide & seek, puzzle solving satisfaction etc
and a fresh way of looking at things / buildings / nature
I can read and write Cyrillic and know some Russian words, but I don’t understand the words above, Russians, help! Sergey, are you reading my blog?? 😉
Geocaching time again! One of the most interesting spots in this rotten world is the Beelitzer Heilstätten (mentioned it before, see blog) near Potsdam.
Todays gang: me, my brother, his son, sons mother Michi. Trying to solve riddles and find hints
bad luck today, but found a handful of halfdead shimmering blue dung beetles
nephew David set them free in a sunny warm spot
my brother climbing on water reservoirs
all of us on stairs that ended in nowhereland
cool adventure day anyway
and later in the evening my brother managed to drag me with him to his girlfriend performing (Les Gosses!) in a small French Restaurant called „Garçon“ – singing Edith Piaf, making all of us soft. Love? Passion? Sad stories? Bad worries? Heartcracking coincidences? Tears? Trust? Huiui!
Frederike illustrating the song about a sailor smelling of sun soaked sand …