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Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
how shall i un-custard-apple myself?
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the following documents the final days of my beautiful sister before she leaves for south america. please have all your kidneys when you get back... i love your kidneys...
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the following documents the final days of my beautiful sister before she leaves for south america. please have all your kidneys when you get back... i love your kidneys...
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008
this time last year
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when laura and i got back from our trip to prague, we brought with us over a thousand photographs. so far, these photographs have been seen by a mere few, very patient family members. and though we appreciated their ooos and ahhhs, my intention was always to share these precious snaps with all of you. hence, this post.
i tried so hard to cut the selection down to the ones i thought would be most interesting for people who couldn't be there with us. laura knows how painful this was for me, as i agonized over the phone to her about which ones to leave out (yes, i agonize over my blog, that's right).
well, at last here they are.
please do enjoy.
"we take tram"
guarding the old town square.
jewish quarter genius!
into the heavens, or circling the drain?
the motherfucking light of motherfucking god.
you know, in art history class you see this kind of ceiling art all the time, and you're like, "wow, yeah, cool." well let me tell you, there is nothing like the real thing. i was staring at this thing until my neck lost sensation. the perspective, the detail... it is amazing.
this bad boy stands right inside the prague castle walls. we spent an entire day inside the castle, and the next six shots flaunt some of its attractions.
this was a marketplace, not a ballroom like in cinderella. i know, i was disappointed too.
this is the golden lane, and it is a very popular part of the castle. that cute little blue house belonged to franz kafka. he wrote the metamorphosis. remember?
also, notice how there is an upper level running along the tops of the houses. inside it is a long, dark hallway lined with armor, and weapons, and other badass shit like that. some of it was for sale, but i didn't really see us getting too far past airport security with it.
this is charles bridge, or karlov most. if you were in prague, this is the spot you would love. it is kind of magic. even if you think magic sucks.
all the other bridges crossing the vltava river are boring, and full of cars. but the charles bridge is like a passage from one enchanted world into another.
this is prague castle as seen from charles bridge. prague is all about night lights. i think the czech are afraid of the dark.
the guy with the black beret was smoking a cigarette and playing the clarinet at the same time. here, he is taking a little break. probably due to diminished lung capacity.
just sayin'.
the astronomical clock is found on the side of a tower in the old town square. it's very popular, and some people say they find it more amusing to turn around and stare at the tourists than the clock. we decided that staring at the clock on the tower was not enough. we had to climb the tower.
the old jewish cemetery in the jewish quarter. the jews were not allowed to bury their dead anywhere but their own district. apparently, people are buried in layers. twelve layers.
an alphons mucha stained glass we were lucky to notice. mucha illustrated movie posters for sarah bernhardt, drew pretty advertisements for cigarette companies, and designed czech currency. we made a point of going to the mucha museum while in prague, and it was fab. good call laura.
the equivalent of la rue sainte-catherine. sephora, h&m, mc donalds, etc...
seen in prague. victor, you naughty little imp!
madame motherfucking butterfly.
on our way to cesky krumlov. this is right before we started hating each other.
czechitecture
hostile hostel
here we are eating at laibon, cesky krumlov's vegetarian restaurant. the food in cesky krumlov was delicious, and this place was my favorite. a tiny nook, hidden away with hardly a customer in sight (a good thing since there would be no room anyway!). the company of david our waiter kept us there for a good five hours.
this is david. he gave me a free piece of cake.
"outer laibon"
just
the most
picturesque
little town
ever
back in prague, laura sees a kindred spirit in this statue. anyone recognize this laura pose?
um... dog tits.
this place was fucking crazy. it is called cross club. the only way to describe it is to compare it to foufs. but it is even trippier. it is in the middle of nowhere, and even the front door is difficult to find. once inside, you realize you are in an actual maze of hallways and rooms clouded by bong smoke. pieces of machinery are suspended all around, and everything has moving parts. we never saw the whole place. it is huge, and we got totally lost in the labyrinthe. being a shameless tourist, i got these snaps just so y'all could see this far-out shit.
last look...........
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when laura and i got back from our trip to prague, we brought with us over a thousand photographs. so far, these photographs have been seen by a mere few, very patient family members. and though we appreciated their ooos and ahhhs, my intention was always to share these precious snaps with all of you. hence, this post.
i tried so hard to cut the selection down to the ones i thought would be most interesting for people who couldn't be there with us. laura knows how painful this was for me, as i agonized over the phone to her about which ones to leave out (yes, i agonize over my blog, that's right).
well, at last here they are.
please do enjoy.
"we take tram"
guarding the old town square.
jewish quarter genius!
into the heavens, or circling the drain?
the motherfucking light of motherfucking god.
you know, in art history class you see this kind of ceiling art all the time, and you're like, "wow, yeah, cool." well let me tell you, there is nothing like the real thing. i was staring at this thing until my neck lost sensation. the perspective, the detail... it is amazing.
this bad boy stands right inside the prague castle walls. we spent an entire day inside the castle, and the next six shots flaunt some of its attractions.
this was a marketplace, not a ballroom like in cinderella. i know, i was disappointed too.
this is the golden lane, and it is a very popular part of the castle. that cute little blue house belonged to franz kafka. he wrote the metamorphosis. remember?
also, notice how there is an upper level running along the tops of the houses. inside it is a long, dark hallway lined with armor, and weapons, and other badass shit like that. some of it was for sale, but i didn't really see us getting too far past airport security with it.
this is charles bridge, or karlov most. if you were in prague, this is the spot you would love. it is kind of magic. even if you think magic sucks.
all the other bridges crossing the vltava river are boring, and full of cars. but the charles bridge is like a passage from one enchanted world into another.
this is prague castle as seen from charles bridge. prague is all about night lights. i think the czech are afraid of the dark.
the guy with the black beret was smoking a cigarette and playing the clarinet at the same time. here, he is taking a little break. probably due to diminished lung capacity.
just sayin'.
the astronomical clock is found on the side of a tower in the old town square. it's very popular, and some people say they find it more amusing to turn around and stare at the tourists than the clock. we decided that staring at the clock on the tower was not enough. we had to climb the tower.
the old jewish cemetery in the jewish quarter. the jews were not allowed to bury their dead anywhere but their own district. apparently, people are buried in layers. twelve layers.
an alphons mucha stained glass we were lucky to notice. mucha illustrated movie posters for sarah bernhardt, drew pretty advertisements for cigarette companies, and designed czech currency. we made a point of going to the mucha museum while in prague, and it was fab. good call laura.
the equivalent of la rue sainte-catherine. sephora, h&m, mc donalds, etc...
seen in prague. victor, you naughty little imp!
madame motherfucking butterfly.
on our way to cesky krumlov. this is right before we started hating each other.
czechitecture
hostile hostel
here we are eating at laibon, cesky krumlov's vegetarian restaurant. the food in cesky krumlov was delicious, and this place was my favorite. a tiny nook, hidden away with hardly a customer in sight (a good thing since there would be no room anyway!). the company of david our waiter kept us there for a good five hours.
this is david. he gave me a free piece of cake.
"outer laibon"
just
the most
picturesque
little town
ever
back in prague, laura sees a kindred spirit in this statue. anyone recognize this laura pose?
um... dog tits.
this place was fucking crazy. it is called cross club. the only way to describe it is to compare it to foufs. but it is even trippier. it is in the middle of nowhere, and even the front door is difficult to find. once inside, you realize you are in an actual maze of hallways and rooms clouded by bong smoke. pieces of machinery are suspended all around, and everything has moving parts. we never saw the whole place. it is huge, and we got totally lost in the labyrinthe. being a shameless tourist, i got these snaps just so y'all could see this far-out shit.
last look...........
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