After watching the Denny’s Nanerpuss commercial no less than 100 times, I had to make one. It is seen here protecting Easter eggs.
A year ago I took this photo in the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I ended up there as part of a fieldtrip with my P.O.V. writing class with James McBride. I’m fairly certain I don’t know what mystic truths I have to reveal, but I still love neon.
There are two months left of college for me and my friends. This tribute (in my brandnew Slanket) to GOB Bluth accounts for all things silly and serious about nearly being graduated.
Katerina* lives in a two bedroom apartment with her three-week-old daughter, her sister, and her parents. Her mother has cancer. The outside of the apartment building is strewn with waste and there is no grass, but rather mud, for the many small children in the community to play on. The stove in the kitchen provides the home’s only heat. The kitchen opens up to the bedroom in the back where the family sleeps. The room has only one bed and a couple chairs upholstered with a leopard print material. They pay 3000 crowns ($150) a month to live here.
“My dream is to live alone,” she said.
When her baby started to cry she clutched her to her breast and told us that she was three weeks premature. She was tiny, but her mother looked so happy to hold her.
Katerina’s daughter was born in the hospital where many Roma women have been involuntarily sterilized over the past 15 years or so. At least 70 Roma women in the Czech Republic have publicly accused state-run hospitals, like this one, for pressuring them to sign consent forms immediately before giving birth with little to no information. read more…
Photo from Flickr.com (not by me)
As soon as I left the convention center into the brisk morning air I vowed I was only going to listen to acoustic folk music for the next month straight. When my friends and I bought tickets to the I Love Techno music festival in Ghent, Belgium that happened on November 10, 2007 we had no idea that we had just committed ourselves to attending one of Europe’s largest raves where we would have to stay awake for over 36 hours.
The following is an account of one of the longest days of my life: read more…
At Prague’s National Gallery the rooms of paintings and sculptures stretch on and on. Each time you turn a corner you find another massive room of art that was not expected.
While wandering through the Czech symbolist, expressionist and cubist wing in this museum I thought we had reached the end of the Czech artists of these movements yet there was more to see. This room featured the paintings of Czech artist Jan Zrzavy. I was compelled by the odd nature of his paintings. Each one I could tell was painted by the same artist because similar shapes were used and each had a very dark or creepy aura to them, but there was a change in the colors from earlier works to later works from what I could see.
The one painting that drew me in the most was called The Valley of Sorrow in which a lone woman stands in the foreground of a landscape of a mountain range. While the subject matter is simple the shapes and colors that the landscape and the woman are painted emit an early avant-garde feeling. read more…
Photo by Joe Puglisi
After wandering around Berlin all day my three travel partners and I were mentally and physically exhausted. Our bus from Prague left at midnight and dropped us off on the outer periphery of West Berlin at 5 am at the beginning of a cold November day. read more…
Prague through kaleidescope eyes (Lennon Wall article)
My picture is there with my byline.
This is cool because we just went there today to tag it. I’ll put those pictures up soon, but probably when I’m back in California in 24 hours or so.
I leave the Czech Republic in less than 48 hours.
I’m finished with finals and we put up the last issue of praguewanderer.com last night (check it out!).
Now it’s time for Christmas shopping! I just hope it doesn’t rain like it has been for the past few days.
Other things I’d like to do before going home:
Tag the Lennon Wall
Have one last smazeny syr (This probably won’t happen, but my cholesterol level is thanking me, I’m sure.)
Have one last meal at Bohemia Bagel (Scrambled eggs deluxe…mmm)
Go to the Mucha Museum
… and, of course, drink one last time legally (for the next 7 months at least)
The other evening I was out wandering about and saw this from Old Town looking out at the Prague Castle. I’m going to miss wandering about and just happening upon some of the most achingly beautiful sights in the world.
Here is the rest of my pictures from this moment.
