Jun. 20th, 2012


Jun. 20th, 2012 09:13 am
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Hamburg is pretty. Also big and old. Awesome combination.

I went to the ballet last night. The second half was Phillip Glass's Amreican Four Seasons. Fantastic. The first was Schubert, Mahler and Alfred Schnittke. Also very good. The ballet was lovely to watch, but bits of it didn't really seem to make much sense. This is possibly because I was a cheap seat and missed half the stage. But still, I'm sceptical.

The previous night, my arrival in Hamburg, I just wandered around and ended up in a square where they were showing the Football - Croatia versus Spain. I was there for 30 minutes and NOTHING HAPPENED. There were several shots at goal by the Spaniads, who did seem to be doing better than the Croatians, but the Croatian goalie was good. It's a very frustrating game.

Yesterday morning I went to the Hamburg Kunsthalle. I got to see Cspasr David Friedrich's Wanderer Above the Mists in person. It's smaller than I was expecting. Also the guy's suit is green! They also have a collection of contemporary art, which has what you'd expect, including a Dan Flavin (the flurescent tubes). Oh! I forgot to say, the Tate Britain has the sculpture that is a glass of water that has been transformed into an oak tree!

Anyway, Hamburg also has a great collection of German Expressionist stuff! Including a couple if very nice Emil Nolde paintings. The German Impressionist stuff was also interesting.

One of the problems with being interested in art instead of say, movies or theatre, is that there is a lot of walking around.

I'm at Hamburg airport now. The gate opens in about 30 minutes and I want to see if I can find a tacky souvenir, or indeed any sort of souvenir for Hamburg. I am on my way to Munich. I don't expect them to let me into my room until 2, but when they do I will be having a nap!


Jun. 20th, 2012 05:17 pm
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I was planning on going out this evening to see a film, but it is now raining extremely heavily.

I know that storms can be bad in Munich because last night lightening knocked out one of the control towers at the airport. We were half an hour delayed leaving Hamburg, then got to fly holding pattern for another half hour before we could land at Munich.

On the other hand, I am glad the humidity has broken, because that was beginning to get on my nerves. (Actually, I could probably still go. The underground station is not too far, and I have my rain coat. It's not actually cold.) Right now I'm waiting for my washing to dry.

There was one thing I wanted to record for amusement.

If you want to complain a about British border security/passport control, then you right to the UK Border Force. They must be written in "English (or Welsh)".

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