Two days ago, my girlfriend and I decided to flee the scorching heat of our apartment and have a drink at a cafe before dinner.
Well, as we were half-way through our beers, a woman came up to us and asked us if we’d be interested in free tickets to a stand-up comedian’s show that was to take place half an hour later at the theater next to the cafe. Maybe the fact that she had to go from table to table in order to get rid of her excess tickets should have been a hint.
Oh well. We went in there, it was reasonably cool (if you’ve ever been to our apartment, you’ll understand that cool rooms are just about the only thing we’re looking for these days), and we awaited the performance of the mistery man, mildly content over our good luck as receivers of free tickets to an otherwise rather expensive show.
Now, I don’t want to go into detail about the show itself, but I still don’t understand why anyone would ever let this guy on stage. The program was riddled with the oldest and worst jokes, subsequently producing not much else than disgust and boredom.
We left during the intermission, and I pity everyone who actually paid 19,50 € to see this guy.
Although I’ve sworn off junk food since reading Fast Food Nation, I actually went and had Asian fast food yesterday. It’s a place called Mr. Lee, and they serve food so quick, it actually does deserve the label “fast food”. I remember back when I still frequented various fast food joints, I’d never choose exotic burgers, because they tended to take ages to cook.
I ate something I chose by looking at pictures, because the names they give their stuff isn’t exactly tell-tale (except of course you are privy to their secret language…which does not seem to be Chinese, so please refrain from writing comments such as “man, tehre are over one billion Chinese people, and you call it teh secret langage???!?!??!!11″).
The food actually tasted quite agreeable, considering that it was quick and rather cheap.
And they have a good interior designer.
Yesterday I was finally able to pick up my gabarage bag. I had ordered this gem of individualistic design two weeks ago, and although they said it could take up to five weeks, I expected it to take much less. Well, and it did. So, if you’re in Vienna, and you want a cool new bag, custom made from used or new truck tarps, check out their website [de].
Yesterday, in the course of an extraordinary Sunday which, among other things, was filled with breakfast at the MuseumsQuartier Wien and a visit to the MuMoK, we went and saw “We feed the world”, a documentary exploring, among other things, the origin of the food we consume here in Austria.
It’s very well made, and in contrast to other popular documentaries, is less flashy, takes its time to tell the various stories, and seems quite sincere overall. It contained some world-class interviews, and one of the people who seemed like a really sensible, and yes, even cool person was Jean Ziegler, the UN’s Special Rapporteur on the Right to Food. He, obviously, is not afraid to speak up. I guess if there were more people like him around, the world would look quite a bit different today (apart from the fact that there would be quite a few people around who’d look a lot like Jean Ziegler, which in turn would puzzle quite a few other people…but let’s not go there).
We went to buy delicacies and have brunch at the Naschmarkt:
Now that I’ve sworn off the cancer-stick, on to my next infatuation: liquorice. The good thing about it: it’s not forbidden in public buildings. The bad thing: it’s remarkably unlike a cigarette.
My brunch. Ham & eggs. Everyone else ordered exotic stuff like “Turkish breakfast” or “Wafer breakfast”. Not for me. I like my ham.
This is by far the largest pumpkin I’ve been face to face with. The text says:
I’m a risotto pumpkin.
I say:
What the fuck?
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