take a ride take a shot now: excellent soup

onion, garlic, ginger, lemon grass, spicy thai pepper - red, carrots, green beans, quarter of a tomatoe, just cooked on low heat while working on photoshop, afterwords added noodles and finally, some cilantro/coriander

lovely, yummy, delicious

a photo should follow soon

as soon as i overcome my laziness or other tasks and do the uplaoding

empty talk i do this sometimes bla bla:P

along with a que of portishead and all associative other ones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vg1jyL3cr60&feature=BF&list=QL&index=3

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Ohh ...,
Can anybody see the light,
Where the morn meets the dew,
And the tide rises,
Did you realise no one can see inside your view,
Did you realise forwhy this sight belongs to you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvQ-3uVX63c&feature=autoplay&list=QL&index=4&playnext=1
Just set aside your fears of life,
With the sole desire

Done it warning,
Done in now,
This ain't real,
On in this side,
...
Oh can anybody see the light,
Where the morn meets the dew,
And the tide rises,
Did you realise no one can see inside your view
Did you realise, forwhy this sight belongs to you

loving with one's stomach / dostoyevsky

"The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them. Here they have brought the soup for you, eat it, it will do you good. It’s first-rate soup, they know how to make it here. I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha, I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it’s a most precious graveyard, that’s what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I’m convinced in my heart that it’s long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach."
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky (The Brothers Karamazov)

"I go on living in spite of logic"

kurt vonnegut

this was last week i guess. had fish soup at the kantine. not a good idea... next time i ever go, i should order a lentil soup. that was the recommendation of the waiter... yes i asked for recommendation after already having eaten the so called fish soup.

kantine is by the museums quartier. nice atmosphere; nice music; i guess also good food but i did not taste that yet. however, the lemon grass tea was good for the soul and not so good for the pocket/purse. well, it is ok. once in a while. still i cook much better at home in the 3rd district.

finally, i bought sucuk from the shop that is open till 10pm everyday. of course it is run by a turkish family. today i met the mother and the daughter. the mother recommended me the brand for the sucuk. amazing, i never thought i would like to eat meat.

but it all happened yesterday around 9 pm. after visiting steph's exibition near TAborstrase (in tribute to vasıf kortun). so i went to cafe boem. koppstrase. 16th district. there was the photographer, the father of 2 lovely children: robert. and there was another drinking mastika. it smelled so good! and i was hungry. and there was free food! a pot of white cheese, olives, olive oil and sucuk! it is bosnian sucuk and i was so hungry it was so good. along with mastika it was better. a lovely girl, MAya was at the counter. i had some handcreme - left it to her- glad it will be good for her hands that get dry due to washing glasses all the time. yes so that was all the story of sucuk. i started to eat sucuk here in vienna because of dropping by an i guess serbian cafe and eating bosnian sucuk...

"tryin to figure out where truth begins"

"more or less; one big mess"

smolik is singing: s.dreams

“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion . . . .

I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”

kurt vonnegut