Monatsarchive: Mai 2018

I find myself wondering how much of my attitude towards high culture was shaped by Bugs Bunny cartoons. Surely the American culture I was exposed to disdained opera as foreign, effeminate, pretentious, suspect.

Goethe’s house is quite large and very sensual. Wooden floors creak in every room, which are filled with paintings, drawings, busts, decorative plates. Outside the garden is filled with herbs and flowers. Birds chirp, an owl hoo-hoos. Visitors are offered … Weiterlesen →

I loaded a washer and took a stroll this morning. This house is directly across the street from the Fürstengruft, with Goethe and Schiller’s sarcophagi. The other graffiti was all tagging, „fickt euch“ and such. News sites report the Obamas … Weiterlesen →

Jedem das seine. Arbeit macht frei. Coercion of the imprisoned into self-torture causes its own unique agony, as Mitchell and Jessen made millions proselytizing. I reflect on agency at places such as this. „But what can I do about Guantánamo? … Weiterlesen →

I can’t really remember, but it was somewhere along this road in 1997 that I asked a resident that. Petra was really embarrassed – „you just don’t ask people such things.“ That’s kind of my life in a nutshell. The … Weiterlesen →

After months of buying my own food I’d forgotten how much fun it is to walk up to a nice hotel Frühstück buffet, with five kinds of cheeses, liverwurst, preserves, everything! I like the ritual of hotel guests all saying … Weiterlesen →

Bach was born here in 1685. This is perhaps my fourth visit. It’s exciting every time.