Bring your game

Or why some think that Slovenians can’t have nice things: we break everything. But things change, sometimes with a bang such as we are witnessing now. I’m writing this on the day of the finals: tonight undefeated team Slovenia and (once defeated) team Serbia will play in Istanbul for the crown of European male basketball….

WPC: Waiting pays off

It is always good to leave some room for waiting. For the sun. For the miracle. For you to come along. “I’m a patient boy,” sang Fugazi. “And I wait and I wait and I wait.” Here is a previous post with examples of waiting from my life that includes this song. Not just me, the…

WPC: A little shop on the corner

This not so little and not really a shop is in the corner of Slovenia that not everybody visits. If history of usefulness is your thing, make a note. This is Kras, or Karst plateau, the region of Slovenia known for its caves, prosciutto and wine. This place is a sort of reward that a…

A quickie

Four days is the longest I haven’t posted, I believe. I need to rectify this before I wake up and Thursday Doors open. I’m swamped with photos, that’s the reason for not posting. When I figure out how to organise them, I’ll do it more often again. Especially after returning home on Sunday and settling…

WPC: Ooh, shiny on!

Since my blog is more or less nothing but a collection of shinies that stop me in my tracks, here is just more of the same. I know that my last three WPC posts have featured Piran on the Slovenian coast but it’s where I am right now, averaging 100 photos per day. I’m glad…

Hey, ma and pa

Not the kind of symbolism I’d connect to my parents… Another one of those things I’d never believe if somebody had told me. A couple of Slovenian singers has done their takes on parents. Jani Kovačič sings “a fridge is my mother, my father is a TV set”. Pero Lovšin had his version: “My mother…

Tale’s tail

In my previous post I describe the feelings I had while walking around Old Ljubljana. Nothing like books to ground me, I said and entered a familiar shop at last. And yet they are dying out, old shops and books, like Partisans, Polar bears and hippies. It’s not very surprising. Even I, who was the…

Lublana je bulana

This nicely rhyming title of an anthem from the punk era in the local dialect translates as “Ljubljana is sick.” Not at all and not all of it, some would say, and they are right, and yet my stroll threw me in a black hole. A few days ago I did a round of Old Ljubljana…

We are the winners

This Sunday we had our 15th annual garden tarock tournament. It all ended more than fine, rain included. Even though many of the participants, including me, had to admit that we hadn’t played a single game all year since the last tournament, we are always happy to gather in the garden and remember why we…

In the groove

Five happy hours in a day: swim, dinner, drink, music, dangling feet in water. Friday was the day, Bled was the lake, Vieux Farka Touré was the musician. From Mali to Slovenia. The important thing is to move. He is the son of a late legend, his guitar-playing is hereditary. Doesn’t “Vieux” mean old? He…

WPC: Textures of Piran

Another happy compilation post that I like so much. Texture might denote something more palpable than some of my photos show, but to me these twenty images express the most tangible summer surfaces and materials. When it’s winter again, I’ll only need to glance at them to recall the heat wave and the good moments…

Thursday Doors, August 3, 2017

In need of a new door? How about a cinema under the stars with the view? Today’s edition has two parts. Soon after I started posting Thursday Doors, father suggested that if I wanted doors I could go in search of a door-selling shop. I liked the idea but I needed two years or so…

Nature, nurture and culture

What is required for a perfect summer weekend for 1000. Without much thinking – it’s too hot to think – these three words appeared as common denominators of the 7×3 photos below: a bit of culture, a bit of nourishment and a bit of nature, rolled into last weekend. First we had pizza and beer…

Don’t be afraid to ripple

This is a post with three examples of how blogging ripples and some actual watery ripples from Slovenia. 1. First, the long-awaited moment when my name appears on the same page as Charles Bukowski’s. I have his badge on my mantelpiece after all (the one that Bestia once found). He is my spirit animal. I’m…

WPC: Satisfactioning me

I wouldn’t know it either, but Elvis says “satisfactioning” is a word. Here are my two weeks, one satisfied day at the time. As you know or could guess from my limited blogging activity, I’ve been travelling in my country of origin which is Slovenia. It’s been most excellent and I feel highly satisfactioned. As…

Thursday Doors, July 27 2017

Today’s doors from the south of Slovenia come with a lunch and a view. I remember well when my friend Aleš – who together with his Mihela, one of my two best university buddies, became a parent half a year ago – posted the door of his family tourist farm on Facebook. I promised him…