This morning I dreamt that I was waiting to be sworn in to my new job as a congressman and while trying to remember the oath, I was mildly embarrassed to realize that I wasn’t quite acquainted with a particular issue that I should have been speaking out on. The feeling in the dream and… Continue Reading
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Slave to the picturesque…
Came in to town and got yet another sketchbook (because it was little and had smooth pages that could take ink and the only one I had that size was a moleskine with rough pages)and a German Donald Duck comic for some additional source material. Evidently he’s huge here, because everywhere you go there are… Continue Reading
Sign of Civilization…
Free dog shit bag dispenser on the public waste cans. Folks love their dogs here. Quite a few bikes are fitted out with baskets for pooches to ride. As you might expect, dachshunds are popular, especially wirehairs. Yesterday I saw a pair that seemed to be a mix between poodles and fox terriers, with a… Continue Reading
It’s easy…
…to fall out of rhythm. Not a whole lot to say today. A plate of tortellini and one hour walk knocked me out for a couple of hours mid afternoon. Even now I’m fuzzy and slow to get down to work. Tags: daily photo, nap, Sylt… Continue Reading
Looking up…
This is where I have lunch, the exhibition space and and cafe here at Sylt-Quelle. My routine has become a cup of yogurt with a cup of muesli in the morning, one full meal here at lunch and a salad at dinner. The food at lunch is pretty rich so otherwise I try to keep… Continue Reading
Supposedly good for the dunes…
I was ordered, er requested to post some more color pictures of Sylt, and since I am nothing if not obedient, I’ll be sprinkling them in in the coming days. I read somewhere that sheep were intoduced to the local ecology to help with erosion, something that is of big concern here. Idea seems to… Continue Reading
Syltkitsch
Thanks to everyone who said such nice things about the broken pipe yesterday. It was unexpected. Evidently Sylt has some historical connection with pirates. I’m not quite sure what this consists of, but one of the themes of the tourist tchochkes here are things emblazoned with the skull and crossed cutlasses. Thus this winsome item… Continue Reading
This is why I can’t have nice things…
In my rush to get packed for this month, I tossed my usual pipe bag into my larger duffel, the one that I checked through. When I say tossed I should say that I wrapped it in some of the clothing I had in the bag also, figuring that that would be enough to protect… Continue Reading
Mutability…
It seems that you can always predict one thing about the weather here: at some point during the day it’s going to rain. And it’s going to be sunny. Whether or not those events will coincide with your plans or serve to thwart them is the unpredictable variable. Rented a bike, and now I have… Continue Reading
Not too much collapse, okay?
It’s not much of a retreat if you pull the rest of the world in after you. I have to remember that this magic little screen I have with me doesn’t provide much of a filter: the fact that can read the New York Times online, just like at home doesn’t mean that I should…. Continue Reading