Monday, August 1, 2011

First Day of School

Up at 7 (!), out the door at 8:40. A bus ride, a subway ride, another subway ride, and then a short walk to the school, and I was standing in front of the classroom by 9:15. Which gave me fifteen minutes to size up my fellow "German as a 2nd language, beginning level" students as they stood around like me, waiting for the teacher to show up and unlock the door.

The teacher spoke only German ("You vill experience FULL IMMERSION!") but most of us got the gist. There were handouts with pictures on them, and lots of reciting the alphabet and simple words aloud together as a group, then separately aloud in front of the others, and some partnering up where you and the partner would ask each other a question in German like, "How are you, Darek?" and he'd answer back, "I am fine, John, thank you. And you?" in front of the class.

I thought I'd be the oldest guy there, but there were three other guys my age or older. One, a Pole, sat next to me. A nice guy. His German is about like mine, so we talked a bit to each other.

In our class we had a guy from Brazil, his girlfriend, a guy from Gambia, a woman from the Congo, a guy from Afghanistan, a guy from Canada (fellow English speaker!), a woman from the Czech Republic, and a few other people whose homelands I didn't catch.

Class stopped at 12:30, so I bounced down the stairs like I did decades ago when school was finished, and when I flung the door open I saw (what else?) rain

One class down, fourteen more to go.
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Back home, then B and I drove to the big shopping center. I don't know the name of this monstrosity, but they have a lot of big box stores. We went to Ikea looking for a light to replace one B bought there years ago, which had finally failed.

Didn't find a replacement, but we found every family in Vienna who was sick of being cooped up in the house with their kids because of this fucking rain that keeps them from enjoying a normal Viennese summer outdoors. So they loaded up the kids and took them to Ikea, so we could enjoy them. The place was jam-packed with people. It was like Christmas, in that way that Christmas has of being like a scene from hell.

Trying to squeeze past the crowds and the wailing children, I thought of my friend S. back home who loves screaming children, and how I wish she could have enjoyed this scene with us. I imagined the book she'd write: INFANTICIDE IN VIENNA, by S., (She Who Done The Killin'.)

A trip to the big-box building supply store, another trip to the big-box supermarket, and another to another big-box building supply store, and our nerves were shot. It was like being in a gigantic mall in America.

I made chili for supper, cooking it a long time so the flavors all mingled well.

And wished I had about ten screaming kids sitting at the table with me as I sipped my wine.

Socializmus

That's right, I said the "S-word." But Bill Maher says it better:


And here's one for you to chew on: the biggest anti-socialists in the US are almost always the biggest supporters of the purest socialist experiment in US history---the US military.

Go figure.

Sunday Stroll

B stayed at home to catch up on her reading, and I wandered around for several hours in the afternoon.

Unlike the song HOME ON THE RANGE, the skies were cloudy all day. Yet again.

This is the courtyard of one of my favorite cafes in Vienna, Cafe Rudigerhof.
Not sure if they were closed, or if everyone just wanted to sit inside.
For my OKC readers, this place is rather like the Red Cup.

I saw this structure in the Museumsquartier. Four levels, with hammocks you can lay in.
Slumber as art? Hammock people hanging around? It's just something European, is all.

An information trailer in the Museumquartier made from an Airstream.

A sand sculpture! You can see the mound had carving on it, but has begun to disintegrate.
Pretty impressive work, if you ask me. And impermanent, as everything is...

The Kafka Cafe. Rumor has it Gregor Samsa crawls across the ceiling from time to time,
and the ghost of K is still trying to get permission to live there.

Graffiti in an entryway.