Blind Willow Sleeping Beana

I went from laying in bed reading my book (Blind Willow Sleeping Woman by Haruki Murakami) to laying in bed (the other direction now) watching the reflection of planes landing in the window across the way to checking email to chatting on the telephone.  Rinse.  Repeat.

Lazy is an understatement.  The only work I managed today was making coffee and snacks for Addie and I and uploading 8 photos of last nights show at p.m.k.  It’s been the Sunday of Sunday’s…

The whole weekend has been relaxing and surprising, simultaneously…lovely Tirolean fun sprinkled with hellos from long, lost friends.  Friday night had the potential to be a big one, in that I had an itch to go and get rowdy but, as is sometimes the case here, there was no venue or place to twirl around.  Instead I stayed home, watched Reservoir Dogs and read up on my new Seagull TLR camera.  In bed by 1:30am, I was up early on Saturday doing some creative tidbits before picking up some friends for roden by Rinner Alm.

The walk up was strangely hard for me, it was steeper than I expected, but great in the end.  The view North from that mountain looks out over some beautiful open meadows and the Nordkette.  With pink sunlight on the peaks, a lavendar twilight and the second most delicious Kasknödelsuppe I’ve found after the Jufien Alm, it was a perfect day.  Here are a couple of my favorites but you can click here and see the whole album.

Rodeln remains my favorite winter sport, so far, and I am looking forward to some more snow (hopefully soon!) and some more fun days sliding down mountains with my friends.

After some downtime recovering from all the fresh air and activity I ate some peanuts and dark chocolate for dinner…the life of a bachelorette…and then packed my gear with the intention of taking some pictures of rastas at p.m.k.  We landed at Babylon since the club was a little bit of a shitshow and, as it turns out, the time at Babylon was far more fun than the contact high insanity of pmk.  The place was jammed, the band was confusing and after only 5 pictures I ditched and went back to Babylon before heading home.  I can’t imagine that you’re all that interested in seeing the photos but JAH!  in case you are, they are IN THE NAME OF HAILE SELASSI! right here.

Though King Shiloh and they’re slightly “canned” brand of reggae didn’t satisfy me, the people seemed happy (if also slighlty elevated) and it did conjure up very happy memories of some of my dreamy, favorite reggae shows….Toots, Lee Scratch Perry & Mad Professor, Buring Spear, Jimmy Cliff…I shouldn’t complain ’cause I’ve had it pretty good.

Next weeks promises a lot of activity and it will only escalate from there with an even busier week following and then a trip back to the USA to work in Tucson, see family in Florida and New Jersey and feel my country without the scuz of W. presiding over things…I’m looking forward to it.