
An eurasian hobby falcon, not a feather out of place, even when recuperating in a zoo following an accident.
Photo Friday 30.10.2009: Well Groomed.
An underground waterfall, somewhere below western Ireland.
Photo Thursday #146: In the Hall of the Mountain King.
Simple, it’s raining once again. As is appropriate of the season.
Thursday Challenge 21.10.2009: Simple
A church in Vyborg. Probably one of my finest pictures snapped with the old N95.
Who Do You Love 27.10.2009: Places of Worship
The dutch are a frugal folk. Especially the ubiquitous no-frills bikes reflect this.
Two 4 Tuesday 20.10.2009: Luxury / Frugality.
Calamari Union, a tale of fifteen Franks (and one Pekka) – all eager to move from Kallio to Eira.
Surreal, talky, home-spun and very eighties.
Time to watch this classic again.
Strangely enough – the film has been remade in Seattle, once again detailing an ill-fated trip between neighbourhoods.
Couldn’t find the trailer on youtube – here’s the scene where the reasons why Kallio needs to be abandoned are detailed.
Jetlagged.
Yes, a proper travel report on New York will appear. Soon.
Saw my first bona fide amish today. In plural. By far not the most unpleasant accidental breakfast companions ever.
A grand total of ONE new quarter on this trip.
While the Alaska coin is stylish, I certainly have to step up the acquisition process.
Monty Python’s Meaning of Life returns to the comedy troupe’s roots with a collection of unconnected sketches.
Only one of which is about food.
But that segment, Mister Creosote’s visit to a restaurant is unforgettable.
And leads to repeated jokes about dessert mints being just wafer-thin after heavy meals.
Movie Monday #10: Eating
Watched Ron Howard’s Angels & Demons in the plane. Operative word being watched. Since notwithstanding the rather good personal entertainment system in the seatback, the headphones were beyond awful. So I think I missed easily more than half of the dialogue in the movie.
The film, a follow-up to 2006 Da Vinci Code was not that entertaining. I clearly do not have a soft spot for running around in old churches in Rome. Tom Hanks again acts like he’s on horse tranquillizers, and whoever replaced Audrey Tatou ends up being just some local color on the side.
CERN’s presence is turned down significantly from the book – this time there are no experimental aircraft zipping across the skies of Europe.
Better access to dialogue would probably increase the grade a little. Maybe. I wasn’t that big a fan of the book either.
As they say in Spinal Tap.
I’m in town for a very quick business trip.
Yesterday’s exploration was two-fold: mainly to stave off too early sleep, but also to get a decent dinner.
The former was more than adequately accomplished, with the help of the latter. A seafood pasta, with clams, mussels, shrimp and two kinds of calamari in white wine over linguini at Southwest 44 was the best seafood dish I’ve had in ages.
The shopping was very curtailed – managed to snag a Stockton retro shirt at the NBA Store, take a brief look into the neighbourhood Barnes&Noble and spot a few other shops to visit with more time. Apple store is a few blocks twoards the Central Park, and definitely on the list as well.
The flight was surprisingly smooth. A newish Airbus 330 had wide enough legroom to be comfortable even when almost packed to the gills. Food was expectedly low quality, but a hearty lunch in Seutula helped a lot.
Encountered the first genuine scam artist some fifteen seconds after exiting the carousel. The guy’s claims that in New York all cab fares are per person, not per carload were not exactly convincing. Last time it took a full minute.
Testing administration & posting with N900.
Works. And is quite pleasant.

Flotsam on a beach in northern Queensland, a seashell deposited on a piece of driftwood.
Macro Day 18.10.2009: Shell.
Got to admit, Techcruch is quite often regurgitated marketing fluff, but every so often they hit the mark head on.
Their takedown of the Microsoft-sponsored Fmaily Guy episode (unsurprisingly celebrating the impending release of Windows 7) is nothing less than impressively scathing.

Pinstripes, never out of style.
It’s a cul-de-sac, except for narrow vehicles.
Stepping into the paint, getting ready for the jumpshot.
Somewhere in north Canada.