That's Doomsday, to you. I walked clear across town this morning for a screening of this British killer-virus film...the heroine looked just exactly like Victoria Beckham, and I wished it were her instead. On the way, I got an amazing breakfast bagel from Bohemia (for Kate) and a káva sebou (coffee to go). The smells of coffee and cinnamon all the way from the palace through Staré Město and across the bridge are marvelous. I learned many new landmarks from the route Steffen outlined for me, including the Týn Church (above). Construction for this piece began in the 14th century...amazing for my eyes to see. The oldest thing I've ever come across is the city of St. Augustine!
Also, in case you don't read the whole wiki entry: "The great Danish astronomer Tycho Brahe, who worked for Emperor Rudolph II, was buried in the church in 1601. His beautiful marble tomb slab is located inside." Lucianne, the tram stop closest to my flat is right in front of a statue of Brahe and Johannes Kepler :)
Things I learned from Doomsday, other than in the event of social apocalypse, you'll still be able to find purple dye for your mohawk somewhere:
dobre chlap = good man
mluv = speak!
Rozumím = all clear/copy that
ulicka = alleyway ---> i particularly like the sound of words like this, and devicka, which are pronounced "ooh-lits-kah and "deh-vits-kah"
kurva = fuck
moo (like a cow) = buuu (with umlats, i can't make it work)
5 comments:
Does Brahe's statue capture the awesomeness of his mustache? And are there accompanying statues of his moose and dwarf?
From wikipedia:
"Tycho's moose and dwarf
Tycho was said to own one percent of the entire wealth of Denmark at one point in the 1580s and he often held large social gatherings in his castle. He kept a dwarf named Jepp (whom Tycho believed was clairvoyant) as a court jester who sat under the table during dinner. Pierre Gassendi wrote[4] that Tycho also had a tame moose, and that his mentor the Landgraf Wilhelm of Hesse-Kassel asked whether there was an animal faster than a deer. Tycho replied, writing that there were none, but he could send his tame moose. When Wilhelm replied he would accept one in exchange for a horse, Tycho replied with the sad news that the moose had just died on a visit to entertain a nobleman at Landskrona. Apparently during dinner the moose had drunk a lot of beer, fallen down the stairs, and died: why the moose was indoors was not specified.[5]"
oo! i also meant to tell you it snowed in seattle last night, of all the bizarre things. didn't stick for long, but it was still a winter wonderland here for an hour or two!
I'm very happy that you are blogging about all of this! I started reading late, but I am reading. I love you, Uncle Gabby!
you've got to be kidding me, L. that's simply wonderful. it sounds like a christopher guest script. WTF? i'm pretty sure there's no moose or dwarf on the statue, but i'll check for the mustache.
i love you too, drinky crow!!!
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