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Growing up in Colorado, I had no exposure to “deposits”—that small sum of money that paid for each can or bottle of pop. I only encountered deposits when I headed east to visit my grandparents in New York. For my Grandmother it was religion—making sure that cans and bottles were carefully tracked and then returned […] As I’ve noted before, I live in a “small” city, with a population of 65,000 people. Make no mistake, “I ♥ WE” Weimar’s a charming city with nice cafés, bars, restaurants, museums, and inner city architecture. It’s actually a small town where you get to know people, recognizing them by sight. It’s possible to that […] Every year Weimar holds pèlerinages—an annual Kunstfest–that is, arts festival. The arts festival fits in: Weimar is the European Capital of Culture (1999), and anything that preserves and protects the city’s image as a center of high culture is to be endorsed and adored. It’s three weeks of music, exhibitions, dance, literature, discussion, and film […] One of the interesting things to me is how perceptions about time, distance, and population have varied so widely in my life. When I lived in Wyoming, it was reasonable at 11:30 to say to friends, “Hey, let’s have lunch in Cheyenne,” and be on the road 15 minutes, driving 45 minutes for lunch, a […] At Regensburg Dult Living in Weimar, I am rarely, if ever, exposed to the stereotypical Bavarian Lederhosen—the clothing that most Americans associate with Germans in Germany—the leather pants, suspenders, and funky shirt on a dude, while the girls wear a dress that enhances their own endowments and looks like it came straight out of […] "Honey, what are we eating tonight…" Considering how little time I’ve lived in Weimar (four years), this city keeps making the pages of The Economist at an unbelievable rate. Take this week: Weimar: Up from the ashes. My previous homes of Denver, Laramie, and Bloomington, have either not made it in at all, or have appeared a number of times appropriate […] It’s a good thing that I opted against getting my Ikea bed delivered Thursday. I had two specific activities to accomplish Thursday—one was somewhat important, legally speaking, and I got chastised, in German, because I should have done it two months ago (one must follow the rules in Germany), and the other was a hair […] I am often intimidated by the art world when confronted with artists, so it was with a fair amount of trepidation Wednesday evening when I headed to the ACC-Weimar for a lecture by Ondrej Brody, a self-proclaimed “neo-Dadaist” Czech “artist” with No Nickname Guy and Chica. He’s partners with (presumably in a platonic fashion) Rio-based […] |
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