crouching spider, hidden dragon

Sorry for the pun, this post of course has nothing to do with the famous Ang Lee film. Instead I want to share some pictures of the theatre ensemble "Feuervogel" I had the pleasure to see live at the medieval town festival in Bad Langensalza at the end of August. This particular show was called 'web of life' and performed by three members of the group, who, in their colourful costumes, had already caught people's attention during the opening parade in the morning.

More great artists playing in dingy and dark places...

Early in August my friends of lotta sleeps played a support slot for Roisin & The Beards at the infamous Flower Power music pub in Leipzig. They're on holiday in Ireland right now, but as soon as they're back you should seriously check them out.

music for heart and soul

Yesterday I was lucky. Lucky not to stay in as I usually do, but instead take up Jools' offer to accompany her to a spontaneous concert/busking session/whatever of Town of Saints and Ian Fisher at Stoned. Since I hadn't been to the pub in ages, I welcomed the opportunity. Aaah, the joys of unemployment. 
Even though they just played a quite short set, it was brilliant to listen to. Unfortunately for me, the lighting in those dingy hellholes is frankly shocking, so the pictures are fuzzy and grainy, but pictures nonetheless. 
Just listen to their music online, dance around or try to catch them live somewhere near you. And if you're in Berlin tonight, go and see them play right away! 
I say, anyone who sells their music on vinyl even while only doing small sessions deserves to have money thrown at them...

Day out in Binz.

More holiday pictures, we took a trip on a boat from the small harbour town of Sassnitz to the fairly posh seaside resort Binz. What did we do there? We walked around, took lots of pictures and hand fed some sparrows (photos of these still to come). The weather was not very summerly for a day in Mid-July, but we still had some ice cream.

beach chairs and a girl's bum

more beach chairs

More cats, less artwork

Everyone's away for Easter...so I get to look after their cats.

Zora I

Cats and Artwork

I had the pleasure to be part of a photo series by artist Maeshelle West-Davies this past week and not only did she take some lovely photos of me and my posing partner, but I also had the chance to snap a couple of great shots featuring the more outgoing ones of her five cats...

Shorty contemplating the outside world

Der Miezenapparat @ Kulturcafé Plan B

Am 25. Februar 2012 gaben sie sich mal wieder die Ehre. Es war wie immer ein wundervoller Abend...

Dirty streets and weary feet

A not so short excursion into London's street art scene this past Monday with London Detours...

Peer Pressure

    
Exactly that...but maybe this will make me work on pictures a bit quicker in the future...hahaha.

I don't want to be a film star...

...and here you can see clearly that I never will be.

Look what arrived today...

Kleiner Mann - was nun?

Ah yes, I'm still alive...although I managed to let more than a month pass between today and the last entry...

And even now I should be doing something else instead of writing this. All I've been really doing recently is complaining. A very female trait. Or a very German one?

appearances can be deceptive

Outside the sky is grey and the rain is drizzling down occasionally - yet the warm wind brushed my face and made me feel at peace with the world.

spring cleaning

Yes indeed, I began to thorougly clean my room today, because there was simply nothing else I could distract myself with.

I even - wait for it - cleansed my bloody windows. For the first time since 2007 (which was the year I moved in...). Halfway through the action I found out it could be a good idea to actually wear my glasses in order to see what I'm doing and not fall out of the window. Also the most difficult thing was to rinse off the almost horizontal line of nose imprints Lucy left on the inside of every window by pressing her small face against it whenever there was a bird, a leaf or an imaginary creature to be observed. 

heimliche heimat

Vergangenes Wochenende gab ich mir mal wieder die Ehre im schönen Thüringen. Home sweet home, oder so ähnlich. Wie ich überhaupt hin- und wieder zurück kam ist Stoff für Legenden oder zumindest einen anderen beißenden Blog-Eintrag über unser aller liebstes Verkehrsmittel - die Deutsche Bahn...

pain in the ass

Die schlaflose Nacht wurde von einem wunderwarm sonnigen und fröhlich zwitschernden Frühlingstag abgelöst. Katze hatte Freigang (szs. nur die Leine hielt sie noch bei uns) und die Fahrräder sind den kalten Klauen des Kellers entrissen und strahlen in neuem Glanz, d.h. die Funktionstüchtigkeit wurde wieder hergestellt. Äußerlichkeiten sind dann eben mal nicht so wichtig. 

night comes on

On my way home,  idly strolling through night time streets, I noticed a thousand small and seemingly ordinary things.

Raindrops dripping down from corroded gutters, remnants of last evenings rain. Following a secret rhythm I cannot discern.

Traces of the rain on the pavement. Wet patches shimmering in the light of broken and droning street lamps. Like mirrors, promising fairytale worlds hidden beneath the sleek surface.

Schreiend schreiben? Schreibend schreien!

Ich will schreiben, die ganze Zeit schon, aber es klappt nicht. Und was macht man, wenn man nicht schreiben kann? Man schreibt vor Verzweiflung über die Verzweiflung, die das nicht-schreiben-können mit sich bringt.

And there are no letters in the mailbox

Mein Leben ist besser als ich zugeben mag. Ja, ja, ihr habt richtig gehört...change of mood. Und warum das Ganze?

I 

Ich habe diese Woche schon - wait for it - körperlich gearbeitet (und das ist ausnahmsweise überhaupt nicht zweideutig gemeint).

II 

Ich habe eine Narzisse zum Frauentag bekommen. Diese steht jetzt neben den selbst gekauften roten Nelken auf dem Fensterbrett.

III

Ich habe gute Aussichten auf einen Job. Mal schauen, was die Chefin morgen sagt.

Zu gut um wahr zu sein

Soviel zum Frühling. Irgendwie ist das beim Universum wohl doch noch nicht ganz angekommen mit dem Wunsch nach Wärme, grünem Gras, Schneeglöckchen und zwitschernden Vögeln. Heute Nacht um 2 schaute ich aus dem Fenster und sah...weiß.