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(Winterlicious 2005)
Molten Valrhona Chocolate Souffle
With Plump Sliced Strawberries and Caramelized Bananas
This song goes out to all my friends who are going through hard times.
One of the nicest punk bands hailling from Sweden
Here is what they have to say:
When you are winning,
when you are winning I'm with you.
I'm sun and springing, yeah,
sun and springings what I do.
And I'm your best friend,
I'm your best friend, I pretend,
just like a new trend.
You know this friendship will soon end.
Cause when the hard times are coming
my true colors show.
And what I give you is nothing,
I say you're on your own.
Cause when the hard times are coming,
I'm the first to run.
So for the hard times,
you know you're on your own.
You made a bad stroke.
You made a bad stroke you should have known,
cause I'm all for smalltalk.
If you want smalltalk then pick up the phone
and I'll be your best friend.
Well, at least now for a little while,
but don't go around the bend,
cause I can only stand you when you smile.
Cause when the hard times are coming
my true colors show.
And what I give you is nothing,
I say you're on your own.
Cause when the hard times are coming,
I'm the first to run.
So for the hard times,
you know you're on your own.
Just like a sinking stone.
A friend in need is a friend indeed
that's what I've been told,
but a friend in me lacks that heart of gold.
Much Love
RD
Nach 12 Stunden Flug sind wir mit einer Stunde Verspätung gegen 14 Uhr in Los Angeles gelandet. Die Einreise ging recht flott, sodass wir ca. 30 Minuten später bereits im Shuttle-Bus zur Autovermietung saßen. Dort allerdings erwartete uns eine gigantische Schlange, die sehr schleppend kleiner wurde. Es waren zwar 5 Schalter auf, aber jeder Kunde hat dort mindestens 15 Minuten verbracht. Was kann nur so lange dauern, ein Auto zu mieten, haben wir uns gefragt.
Als wir dann nach ca. 1 Stunden auch dran kamen, war es uns schlagartig klar: Wir haben mit der Dame vom Schalter minutenlang Smalltalk halten müssen. Wir waren offenbar nett, dass sie uns mit einem Upgrade versorgt hat. Wir fahren nun also mit einem unförmigen Riesen-SUV-Monster in der Gegend herum und werden vermutlich alle Tankstellen auf der Reise leertanken.
Nachdem wir uns im sehr netten Hotel, das direkt am Venice Beach liegt, etwas frisch gemacht haben, sind wir auf der Strandpromenade bis zum Santa Monica Pier gelaufen. Im Licht der untergehenden Sonne konnten wir Tausende Menschen beim Joggen, Skaten, Radeln und Sporteln am Strand beobachten. So, wie man es von der Fernsehserie Baywatch kennt...
Nach einem mittelmäßigen Abendessen in der Kneipe unter dem Hotel sind wir gegen 21 Uhr müde ins Bett gefallen.
Day 25 of 30 Songs in 30 Days.
I eat dinner
At the kitchen table
By the light
That switches on
I eat leftovers
With mashed potatoes
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more smalltalk
When the hunger's gone
I eat dinner
Rufus Wainwright - I Eat Dinner.
(Winterlicious 2005)
Nine Spice and Port Marinated Hudson Valley Magret of Duck with a Bean Cassoulet and an Espresso Essence and Brandied Cherry Reduction
Smalltalk between two ground vehicles at Schiphol, while ERJ-190 PH-EZS of KLM Cityhopper taxies past. © Bert Visser
I wasn’t jealous before we met
Now every woman I see is a potential threat
And I’m possessive, it isn’t nice
You’ve heard me saying that smoking was my only vice
But now it isn’t true
Now everything is new
And all I’ve learned has overturned
I beg of you......
Don’t go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
It was like shooting a sitting duck
A little smalltalk, a smile and baby I was stuck
I still don’t know what you’ve done with me
A grown-up woman should never fall so easily
I feel a kind of fear
When I don’t have you near
Unsatisfied, I skip my pride
I beg you dear......
Don’t go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Don’t go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me
I’ve had a few little love affairs
They didn’t last very long and they’ve been pretty scarce
I used to think that was sensible
It makes the truth even more incomprehensible
’cause everything is new
And everything is you
And all I’ve learned has overturned
What can I do......
Don’t go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Don’t go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me
I was minding my own business while strolling through the city when I came upon a disturbing scene.
A little girl was trying to break free from the grip of a creepy looking old man. In her desperation, she even hit him with her teddy bear. But he grabbed it and threw it away before grabbing her other wrist.
Instinctively, without thinking twice, I charged at him, antlers first, knocking him down and away from her. While he was trying to get up, I was already winding up for another.
After the second one, he limp ran away and disappeared into the next alley.
When he was gone, I turned around to see if the girl was still there. She was standing there, frozen, and staring at me. When I asked if she's hurt, she just ran up to me and hugged me tightly before starting to cry. I kneeled down and hugged her back, telling her she's safe now.
I knew from the start that the situation could have ended much worse. For me, and especially for her.
So I put her on my back, picked her teddy bear back up, and went out to look for a police officer.
She was holding on to me the entire time, hugging me tight while I was trotting through the streets.
Luckily, we found a pair of policemen rather soon, to which we explained what happened. After a quick checkup on her and talking to dispatch, they asked her to drive with them to their Poilce Department.
But she shook her head and held on to me again, saying that she wants to stay with 'Bambi' since he saved her. I blushed upon hearing her calling me 'Bambi'. The officers smiled at me upon seeing my face and asked me if it'd be OK for me to follow them on foot.
I had no problem with it, and after making sure the little girl was secured well, I followed behind the police car at full speed.
While I followed our escort in full gallop, she didn't say a thing the entire time.
Upon arriving at the police station, it appears that she fell asleep during our way here.
The officers carefully took her off my back and carried her inside while I followed another one into one of the interview rooms to give up a testimony.
After, like, a few hours or so, we could wrap up my questioning, and I was ready to leave.
Upon leaving the room, I spotted the little girl as she came running at me and hugged me again. Following behind her were two people who I assumed were her parents who, understandable, had a worried look on their faces. However, after we introduced each other and after a bit smalltalk, the atmosphere was way more relaxed.
When it was time to say goodbye, their daughter was a bit sad since she wanted me to stay with them. And tbh, I had other things planned for the day. But then I was like, 'Screw it...' and offered to spend the rest of the day with them. Upon hearing that, her face brightened up, and she hugged me once again before jumping onto my back. Her parents were about to scold her, but I just laughed it off.
So, while being back in the city and walking through the park, I bought her some waffles at a stand, among other things, as seen in this picture.
Jutland is still shrouded in fog.
I got up half an hour earlier so I could have breakfast early and get a cab to the office before rush hour.
Fog and rush hour makes a bad combination.
The same driver as the day before picked me up, and we made smalltalk after he pointed out out I was quiet. Something to do with the ten hours sleep I had and the wool filling the void where my brain should be.
He got me to the office safe and sound, and arriving at ten past seven, and once in the open plan office, just Frank had arrived before me.
I set up and got on with the overdue tasks I had been handbagging for two days. That took all of twenty minutes.
We were having a reunion with our old MVOW colleagues in the evening, and Anette was going to come to the office to meet Rune and I as we made our way into the city at four. So, a long day, but I had caught up on work.
Doubly so when I found the correct revision of a spreadsheet with all the work saved until the version I shared in a meeting during the morning.
Rune got the call from Anette stating the driver went past two stops so she would be in a different place.
We went down to his VW electric car, which has something equal to 280BHP, and he showed me how quick it could go on the narrow road to the traffic lights.
OK< impressed.
But I also know how many wiggly amps such acceleration uses.
We picked up Anette, then into town, dropping me off at the hotel so I could pick up the boxes of Creme Eggs for my former boss, then walk to the Sherlock Holmes.
Charlotte (my old boss) and Flemming were waiting at a table. I get some beers in and we catch up as it has been some three years since we last met.
Rune, Henrik, Frank turned up, then we walked down by the canal to a traditional Danish restaurant, where most meals had potatoes, cream sauce.
Hearty bland fayre.
The escolope was fine as were the fried potatoes. There was some kind of quiche, crispy pork belly, potatoes.
It was good.
We washed the meals down with Irish coffees, while we talked more.
We left at ten, while we were off to bed, the young and beautiful were in lines trying to get into a nightclub, and on the way we past more over made up and underdressed young ladies.
I got back to the hotel, went to bed.
Rock, and indeed, roll.
Doerte passed away on August 11 2008. She was a nice and humorous neighbor. A taxidriver and a crossword-fan. A Berliner, smoker and beer drinker, always ready for a smalltalk and allways friendly and warm and calm. Last year she got her cancer diagnosis and fought hard... she seemed to have become better - and then, just a month ago, she just had to go... may she rest in peace...
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Maple and I decided to go to the playground. It had been raining earlier that day, but it cleared up nicely and I was thinking it was a good idea. Well, I forgot that everything would be wet!
So, after a little bit of disappointment on Maple's part, I told Maple we'd go to an indoor playground. We started heading towards this cool little "kids cafe" called Smalltalk, but when I started to walk in, Maple said she wanted to go to the "other one". After a little inquiry, I realized that she meant the one at the Leiner department store on Mariahilferstrasse.
Not only does Leiner have a little indoor playground in the cafe (with rooftop decks and a view!), but the entire children's furniture department is, as far as Maple is concerned, a playground -- slides, tunnels, books and, importantly, the hand chair!