taking a ride to remember that its me wearing the trousers...
2 tram rails
1 bike
1 woman with a strong image of summer on her mind
1 slippery road
...of course i always know in advance.
writing to my friends P and M, whom i am about to visit, that i'll hopefully manage the first real excursion outside of my bubble building.
...i take my bike for the first time.
hiding in my jacket i sewed last winter, avoiding the strong headwind.
- i smell the ignorant sulkiness of the people on the street, their celebrated inner compulsions, pretending to be sophisticated, oh so austrian...
cold rain, needles in my face. i take the first hill, 3 more to follow...
passing my former favorite gorcery, grateful that my parents did their best to satisfy my organic/bio-dynamic orthorexia by filling up my kitchen.
...never i could enter this place now. they don't have the things i'm graving for, which can't be bought for the money i don't have.
i am speeding down the hill, kaiserstrasse, thinking of a foto my girlfriend sent me this morning.
why is that young men, just getting off a car, disturbing this picture, trying to get in eyecontact with me and not taking care what he is doing with his car door?
'if he dares commenting my ass' - i am thinking - 'i'll kick his'.
...i am hauling off wide, as he gets in my way and tries to stop me down, leaving the door open.
'fortunately, no one in the world would be crazy enough to do so anyway' are my last thoughts, as i get caught in the tram rails with one wheel.
.......sliding on the wet street, hearing the ambulance affirmative from afar.......
the vista is amazing down there, half underneath a car.
- i wish i would have my camera with me for the usual selfportrait.
the man of course sees his chance of playing the saviour, although he's the delinquent.
silently i look down my jeans, bought at the UO corner powell/ellis 2 months ago, i definitely am the one wearing the trousers.
...applying fresh lipstick (organic hemp berry tint f/ whole foods, almost nothing left) , i plug back in my ipod. getting high once more on my all-time drug, i swear affirmatively and continue my ride...
how pathetic is that. my hurting teeth keep me from thinking, my hurting leg from running away.
[tried to, this morning, ignoring the pain, passing heaps of fallen leaves, thinking of the pile of snow i last seen here]
- stuck in the middle, middle europe.
...i stuck my fingers in the dough left from monday evening,
take it out of the bowl, hit it hard on the table and burrow my grief into flour, yeast, honey, salt, olive oil and water.
after kneading it into a flat shape, i pour onion jam [1 onion, 1 tablespoon brown sugar, pinch of salt & pepper, some white balsamico vinegar, dash of white wine cooked til soft] onto it, arrange sliced pears and gruyere. let it bake at 220°C for 10 mins. marinate wild rucola with lime juice and olive oil. i spread it over the pizza slice before i sit down with a glass of red wine, and complete it with thin cut prosciutto.
i always manage the hills, don't it?
1 bike
1 woman with a strong image of summer on her mind
1 slippery road
...of course i always know in advance.
writing to my friends P and M, whom i am about to visit, that i'll hopefully manage the first real excursion outside of my bubble building.
...i take my bike for the first time.
hiding in my jacket i sewed last winter, avoiding the strong headwind.
- i smell the ignorant sulkiness of the people on the street, their celebrated inner compulsions, pretending to be sophisticated, oh so austrian...
cold rain, needles in my face. i take the first hill, 3 more to follow...
passing my former favorite gorcery, grateful that my parents did their best to satisfy my organic/bio-dynamic orthorexia by filling up my kitchen.
...never i could enter this place now. they don't have the things i'm graving for, which can't be bought for the money i don't have.
i am speeding down the hill, kaiserstrasse, thinking of a foto my girlfriend sent me this morning.
why is that young men, just getting off a car, disturbing this picture, trying to get in eyecontact with me and not taking care what he is doing with his car door?
'if he dares commenting my ass' - i am thinking - 'i'll kick his'.
...i am hauling off wide, as he gets in my way and tries to stop me down, leaving the door open.
'fortunately, no one in the world would be crazy enough to do so anyway' are my last thoughts, as i get caught in the tram rails with one wheel.
.......sliding on the wet street, hearing the ambulance affirmative from afar.......
the vista is amazing down there, half underneath a car.
- i wish i would have my camera with me for the usual selfportrait.
the man of course sees his chance of playing the saviour, although he's the delinquent.
silently i look down my jeans, bought at the UO corner powell/ellis 2 months ago, i definitely am the one wearing the trousers.
...applying fresh lipstick (organic hemp berry tint f/ whole foods, almost nothing left) , i plug back in my ipod. getting high once more on my all-time drug, i swear affirmatively and continue my ride...
how pathetic is that. my hurting teeth keep me from thinking, my hurting leg from running away.
[tried to, this morning, ignoring the pain, passing heaps of fallen leaves, thinking of the pile of snow i last seen here]
- stuck in the middle, middle europe.
...i stuck my fingers in the dough left from monday evening,
take it out of the bowl, hit it hard on the table and burrow my grief into flour, yeast, honey, salt, olive oil and water.
after kneading it into a flat shape, i pour onion jam [1 onion, 1 tablespoon brown sugar, pinch of salt & pepper, some white balsamico vinegar, dash of white wine cooked til soft] onto it, arrange sliced pears and gruyere. let it bake at 220°C for 10 mins. marinate wild rucola with lime juice and olive oil. i spread it over the pizza slice before i sit down with a glass of red wine, and complete it with thin cut prosciutto.
i always manage the hills, don't it?
mironja - 7. Nov, 15:27
