Episode III: Things That Seek Their Way
I have not had a cell phone or more than a few minutes of internet access for 16 days. I like it.
I saw the bulls run through the streets of Pamplona. I had a drink in an invitation-only bar above the Café Iruna in the plaza in the old part of Pamplona. I wore white pants, a white shirt, and a red bandana tied around my neck (as did 1 million others). I watched fireworks go off above Pamplona's citadel from a friend's grandmother's apartment balcony. I took a boat ride on the Seine. I bought a poetry book at an English bookstore in Paris (Shakespeare and Company) that is about New York City and written by a Spanish poet. I saw the Bastille Day fireworks from the lawns around the Eiffel Tower. I saw Sofia Coppola's new English language movie in Paris a few months before it will premiere in the U.S. I saw The Third Man--black and white film noir featuring possibly the greatest entrance in movie history--in Vienna, the city it was filmed in. I have loved this movie since early high school. And I took a picture of myself in the same doorway which that legedary, shadowy entrance centers around. I biked through the wine country and small towns an hour outside of Vienna. I swam in the Danube. I played sand volleyball with some Australians, an American from Ohio, and one Brazilian. I walked around in the ruins of the castle in which Richard Lionheart was imprisoned hundreds of years ago. I went to an outdoor Austrian horror film festival and saw a movie from 1960 starring a very young Jack Nicholson. And there have been other little adventures as well. Such as typing a weblog entry on a keyboard that has the y and the z keys switched (takes longer than one might think). I will post pictures in a few days when I am back in the U.S.
"Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things
that seek their way find their void instead."
-Federico García Lorca, "1910"
p.s. My friend C. just showed me a picture online of her brother in a Viennese garden. The picture was taken three or four days before she and I were walking through the same garden. Sometimes paths cross; sometimes they don't.
I saw the bulls run through the streets of Pamplona. I had a drink in an invitation-only bar above the Café Iruna in the plaza in the old part of Pamplona. I wore white pants, a white shirt, and a red bandana tied around my neck (as did 1 million others). I watched fireworks go off above Pamplona's citadel from a friend's grandmother's apartment balcony. I took a boat ride on the Seine. I bought a poetry book at an English bookstore in Paris (Shakespeare and Company) that is about New York City and written by a Spanish poet. I saw the Bastille Day fireworks from the lawns around the Eiffel Tower. I saw Sofia Coppola's new English language movie in Paris a few months before it will premiere in the U.S. I saw The Third Man--black and white film noir featuring possibly the greatest entrance in movie history--in Vienna, the city it was filmed in. I have loved this movie since early high school. And I took a picture of myself in the same doorway which that legedary, shadowy entrance centers around. I biked through the wine country and small towns an hour outside of Vienna. I swam in the Danube. I played sand volleyball with some Australians, an American from Ohio, and one Brazilian. I walked around in the ruins of the castle in which Richard Lionheart was imprisoned hundreds of years ago. I went to an outdoor Austrian horror film festival and saw a movie from 1960 starring a very young Jack Nicholson. And there have been other little adventures as well. Such as typing a weblog entry on a keyboard that has the y and the z keys switched (takes longer than one might think). I will post pictures in a few days when I am back in the U.S.
"Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things
that seek their way find their void instead."
-Federico García Lorca, "1910"
p.s. My friend C. just showed me a picture online of her brother in a Viennese garden. The picture was taken three or four days before she and I were walking through the same garden. Sometimes paths cross; sometimes they don't.
posted by rjs at 5:29 AM
3 Comments:
Smoot and Pamplona sittin' in a tree...
i hope you have a picture of yourself wearing all white with a red bandana!
all of your adventures don't even compare to what we are doing here at work...
can't wait to hear all of your stories!
-allison
Oh, wow. I am cracking up about your comment about THE THIRD MAN. I'm certain that we've never talked about the film to each other, but I have been saying "greatest entrance in movie history" (or, actually I think I say "best introduction of a character in movie history") for years, too. And, between the music, the lighting, and the Orson Welles smirk, it totally is the best.
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