some small realities

Shemdegi sadguri: Bucuresti [tomorrow]

People, Sibiu:

 

streets just grow out of other streets, archways, holes in walls

The historical museum has a room full of gravestones, mostly 17th century

 a humorous approach to restoration

further evidence of my continuing presence

 I am planning to do a whole post of stained glass windows sometime soon. Gathering evidence, I guess.

Cuisine Across Oceans or: Canadians, Were You Lying?

Apparently, Canada is not the only place that can claim poutine.

 

 Who did it first, eh?

But then, there is this:

 

 

                                                       erm... # 1 in Romania?

 

Romanians do know where to keep their televisions.











In other observations, I think it is almost ironic that in Transylvania, every other door either directly leads to or has a sign advertising a dentist's office.

that's not over-exposure, that's godlike radiance!

And, in case anyone was wondering, I am very much alive and well, as you can see in these [great] photos. Churches are convenient for these self-timed shots because there are lots of benches to prop a camera on, few people, and hence little chance of getting robbed.

um, just tryin' to fit in, guys

<---- cat









[real pictures & stuff here]

culture and culture

Got fondled by a tipsy middle-aged Romanian in a minivan. 

A joke some Australians made today:

--What's the difference between a tub of yogurt and Australia?

-- After 200 years a tub of yogurt would have some culture.

I met someone today who is hiking, as in, walking, from Germany to Constanța. He has been hiking for fifty days now. 

Turda (many more pictures here):

Off With My Head: I Would Like to Have More Than One

Getting on an airplane in a little while. I am certainly looking forward to the part where I get to sleep.
Sudden moving is good for travel anxiety reduction. According to USPS, my [now old] apartment is a business. They must be confusing us with Dr Marks, the dead dentist who used to occupy the premises.

pastels & chalk on bedroom wall, self-made, self-destroyed

outside: rain
me: what's growing?
home: less
burial: the opposite
uncovering: what?
smoke signals: effective
morning: simulacra
cat: scratch & swallow
new: i have a really sharp knife
old: most of these pears are bad
what: this is why I do poorly on standardized tests
analogy: the sun is disproportionate to my hand at the 15 degree angle
this: is not an analogy
am I nervous: did the chicken cross the road?

old selves

pastels on bedroom wall, self-made, self-destroyed

two things I found in my journal, both from 2008, somehow appropriate to my current state:

1. Home holds the remembrance of everything unsaid and is therefore questionable.

2. Here is the end to all means: analytical thinking.

two things

photo also appears in the poem Fall

My dentist, who is also a clown, told me today that I have an enlarged uvula.

My father, who is not a clown, (he's a mathemagician) told me that they are working on a cell phone that you can charge with your voice.






 <--- This is Chris Santiago. He is my roommate. His uvula looks quite 
        nice. He is an anthropolyjest.


 

Tbilisi: the rundown capital

Something about the colors in Tbilisi suggests both a decline and a sort of refreshing morning dew.

Kazbegi

 Kazbegi, Georgia:

This is actually half way between Tbilisi and Kazbegi.

 [as is this]

T'q'ibuli

Small formerly mining town in the mountains not far from Kutaisi. Turns out, I had family there.

Yes, those bricks really are necessary.

Sometimes, you forget what century you are in until you see a satellite dish.