Merrily into winter

No matter how I’m more than ready for it to end, on Thursday the winter only just begins. Try not to think about that. The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (reblogged from Nes Felicio Photography) Mal di Maremma is real. (As is mal d’Africa,…

Films to feel and fill me

Every three months, or two, or four, I let you in on which films I have seen in the meantime. Since I’m currently sleeping in a bedroom with a huge TV on the wall, I have, not surprisingly and gladly, changed my little laptop monitor with that baby for film-viewing purposes. With it comes watching…

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…

WPC: Antipanti-cipation

If you ask me now, the anticipation is obvious: Slovenia is winking at me. Just a little longer. The title stems from an old Slovenian poem by Janez Menart entitled “Antisong”: Anti-avtor je zvrst bebca, anti-avion je ptič. Anti-Pepe, to je Pepca, anti-panti ni pa nič« (1979). In quick translation: “Anti-author is a sort of moron, anti-airplane is…

Five drabbles

A drabble, as I do it, is an exactly 100-word story, not counting the title. Five follow. Most of them were already posted on my first blog but I wish to have them on this one as well. There is something about this limitation that fulfils my need. Set limits to your child, or she…