Jun. 21st, 2012

Icecream

Jun. 21st, 2012 10:44 pm
abouthalfthree: TS Eliot: "I should have been a pair of ragged claws." (I should have been)
This was going to be more of a post about how the Germans have Eis Cafes, which have the decor of sandwitch shops and sell icecream sundaes. There is one on the way back to this hotel from the underground. I was worried that it would closed when I was on my way back from the movies, but it's open til midnight.

Also, there was art this morning, and shopping for improbably coloured trousers. (One pair is fine blue and white stripes, the other pair red.)

But it turns out that La Trobe Faculty of Humanities and Social Sciences is getting rid of Art History. Like, it seems, getting rid of the entire area of study. No more Art History subjects. (No more Art History staff?) So I have had to spend some time looking at tumblr to restore the chocolate icecream and cherry liquor induced mood of earlier.

And now I must sleep.

The city of Sophronia is made up of two half-cities. In one there is the great roller coaster with its steep humps, the carousel with its chain spokes, the Ferris wheel of spinning cages, the death-ride with crouching motorcyclists, the big top with the clump of trapezes hanging in the middle. The other half-city is of stone and marble and cement, with the bank, the factories, the palaces, the slaughterhouse, the school, and all the rest. One of the half-cities is permanent, the other is temporary, and when the period of its sojourn is over, they uproot it, dismantle it, and take it off, transplanting it to the vacant lots of another half-city.

~ Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino