Sunday, July 27, 2008

More menu fun

Joe is sad. The people who wrote the menu don't think very highly of him.


I think this was smažený sýr (fried cheese) of a particularly potent variety.

Skewered Chicken Breasts of a Chariman

It's often amusing to see what you get when you can only half divine what's on the menu. It's even more fun to see what the restaurant thinks you're ordering in English.



LilyAnned and said breasts. Maria wonders if there's something special in LA's beer that's not in hers.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Things I won't be seeing anymore

It's beginning to dawn on me that I don't really have anytime left here. That soon I won't be just wandering through this every day.



Thursday, July 24, 2008

Bratislava Graf

I took a trip to Bratislava awhile back. Here's a quick digest of the graf that I saw while there.

This is one of the best stencils that I've seen. The pic may not do it justice, but I love the feeling, the emotion that you get from it.


Same person, note the lil' cube. Highly technical, and I do really appreciate that. It just looks cool, dudn't it?


Steampunk comic book superheroes? Saucy '60's revival band promotion? Who can tell?


Donny Darko as a cultural touchstone.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

An itinerary

Note that I didn't say The Itinerary. It's subject to change, or at least the first part is. I run alone from Split to Athens, and from there I'm with people. This is the rough, absolutely gotta be there at this point, time line: I hit Split on the morning of Aug 2. I have to catch a bus in Tirana in the evening of Aug 9. The 13th was the only day to catch the ferry from Aghios Konstantinos. I arrive in Volos mid-morning on the 19th, and by that night I will be on a train from Thessaloniki to Istanbul. I fly in the wee hours of the morning on the 23rd back to Bratislava.


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Saturday, July 19, 2008

oooOOooo....

I am somewhatverymuchhappily excited about this. It looks gorgeous.



And has anyone noticed that Master Reznor has enjoyed himself a bit of a resurgence of late? I hear him here, there, and everywhere.

Friday, July 18, 2008

There once was a house in Petrov.

Just down the way from my place, towards the Foreign Police, there's a place where a house once stood. It's nothing now, but there are a couple things there.

Pride of the 'hood, give it a name.


"Bicycle races are headed your way, so get ready for those beauties, oh yeah...."

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Ye Olde Stadium


FC Brno was once the city's well-respected football team. Brno still has a football team, but it's not really that respected. Really, I went to a match and thought, "If I'd grown up in Europe I would've had a shot a being a pro football player." Yeah, they're not that great. What remains from the halcyon days of Brno football is the stadium. Disused and fallen into disrepair, here it is.


I'm told that once upon a time thousands of fans would pack the place screaming and chanting and stomping. It would've been glorious. The last match there was 7 years ago. When I first saw it last fall there were trees taller than me growing in the stands. When I got there early this year someone had been out with a chipper to get rid of the biggest shrubbery. Rumor has it that it's going to be torn down and replaced with a new one. There are stirrings of anger about that in some quarters of the city. It is still a beloved place. After all, it's still got a bit of magic left in it.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Rear elevation

This is one of those things that I really like about Europe.



The people on the top floor have their own veranda. There's little trees, nice tile, the washing is drying in the sun. They've got it made. Look underneath there. You see that pair of white plastic chairs just waiting there in the shade. You could see that and think, "Might be nice, but it's small and only gets a couple hours of sun in the morning." You'd be wrong. I think I'd rather have that flat. It's got more space to lie out. (Hint: it's red.) Now look at the left. See the giant glassed in space? I'd really like to live there. For one thing all the windows and light, but for another climb out the window and voila! there you are with a huge space for sun bathing, barbecuing, drying mud bricks, and what have you.

Not only that, but maybe you could introduce yourself to the other people who live in the place with the white plastic chairs. Maybe you'd be buddies. You could just nip across your back 40 there and borrow a cup of sugar or show up with two beers and BS about your favorite football team. Could be grand. You'd probably never meet these people as neighbors any other way. It's not like there's a tenant's association for the block or anything. You might never know them to have a connection, even though they're just a short distance from you. But here they are.

This kind of stuff crops up all the time over here. Things are old. Most buildings built in the way-back-when are used for something or in a way their builders never envisioned. Things are added and deleted over decades, it's haphazard. There's not an army of lawyers around to litigate you into a building code/safety inspection straitjacket. It just kinda happens. I like that.

It's cold and made of stone.

Guess what these two grey things are. Funny looking, huh?




Give ya a hint: the Church didn't like 'em on their statues. These ones are holy. They belonged to saints.

Give up, yet?

They're.....


....wait for it....


.....waaaaaaaiiiiiit for it....




PENISES!!

Yup. The Catholic Church does not look kindly on saintly anatomy.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Olomouc graf

I like this one. It calls you out.

Shiva & Friends

This is at the Pekarska tram stop where I live. The black and white shape is actually a map of central Brno. The main station is at the bottom. The two open spaces are Zelný trh and náměstí Svobody. Click for detail.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Getting down and dirty.

The Czechs, and possibly the Poles/Slovaks/Hungarians/other post-Commie peasant peoples, dig gardening. For real. There's this huge trend towards depressing flat blocks and run of the mill townhouses, but at the same time people make sure they've got a chance to play in the dirt. How do they do this you might ask? Roofs? Hydroponics? Window gardens? Nope.



They simply put the garden somewhere else. I'm not sure if this is a Communist holdover or something older still, but I do know that it's traditional and people seem to enjoy it. Land is chopped up into a number of individual plots. The size anything from 3 meters by 4 up to 10 meters by 20, and they're often irregularly shaped. They can be in marginal places, around tram tracks or on a slope. Conversely they can be just plunked down next to the river or between neighboring developments. They're bought/sold/inherited the same way any other property is, just treated as a little annex property.



Some of them are very ordinary vegetable gardens, with cabbage, squash, corn, radishes, carrots, or whatever else grows well in this climate. Some have ancient looking fruit trees, propped up with weather-beaten planks. Larger ones have sheds to keep tools in while nicer ones have curtains, patio umbrellas with beer advertisements on them, and lawns. On any weekend day you can see old men and grannies who've driven out to visit stripped down to their skivvies working in the dirt. (The old folks are distressingly comfortable with skimpy clothing.) One of my friends told me about her father, who can't be kept out of the garden. He must drive out to it and work on it at least once a week or he gets very cranky and anxious (in general and about the state of the garden). This applies even on his birthday and wedding anniversary.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Lineup for Fishes

This is a section from a legal wall that supports a tram overpass. I'm not too handy with the Photoshoppery, so there are a few goofs.



I particularly like the red-pink-red section on the left. Click this for a download of detailed/actual size. Warning: it's about 5 mb.

Said Friends

Hana and Cat get revenge on Tim for the photo of him and Brian in her bed at the last party. That's too complicated. It's a good photo.


Aussies, what can I say? Phil and Anthony. Note Cat trying not to be seen at the bottom, and Hana's splendid little addition.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Love your friends.

I laughed hard when I saw this, it made me think of the Swamp House. Wheat-pasted paper, under a bridge on the west side of town. It's about 2 meters x 4 meters. Links here, which is why I found Divide & Kreate, who is awesome. One of my fav's is TNT the Pain Away, an AC/DC + Peaches mashup.

Petrov at sunset.


This is the backside of the Petrov Cathedral, taken from just below Špilberk Castle at sunset. I live below that park.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

This was my birthday.



My friends got Alphonse got totally hammered.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Plisner Urquel, aka Plzeňský prazdroj

J, I'm warning you right now that you're not allowed to salivate on your keyboard.


Note our two photos above. You see the one on the left, that's proper Pilsner, served in a proper glass. I haven't met a good P.U. down here in Brno, tho I truthfully haven't looked hard. However, when you go to a nice pub they bring you a tall glass of dark yellow beer with a light, creamy head on top, normally on the cold side of chilled. It tastes just a touch buttery, a little sweetly-sour, and a lot hoppy. It is, however, a very light beer, saved from being watery only by the high quality of its taste (when properly served). The picture in question was taken in Loket.

You see the one on right? It's a plastic cup. It was served too cold with too much head, and the room is probably about 4°C. It is, however, a much better beer. Why? you may ask. And I might tell you that this is the nefiltrovaný, unfiltered, freshly brewed in oak barrels especially for the tourists of the Plzeňský prazdroj brewery. It's thick on your tongue and is about the weight of a nice red beer, but the taste washes away much quicker than a red, and you're just left with a very nice taste of hops in your mouth. For the Czech Republic it's the closest I've come to beer-you-can-chew, but you still can't. It is gorgeous stuff, jam packed with flavor and texture. I'm told that Pilsner Urquel is brewed with something like triple the average amount of hops in it. We had a Gambrinus with dinner about an hour after the cup of nefiltrovaný. It tasted and felt almost like water in comparison. The only place to get this ambrosia outside the brewery is called Na Parkánu. Dig the *chink.* Note the color difference from this stuff to the regular Pilsner.


On a side note: while we were at Na Parkánu we ran into this stuff called Master. They served it in 13° & 18° form, which is something like 5.5% and 7% for the rest of us. It's great! Dark Czech beers are normally very sweet and pretty light, but this had a normal weight and a very carmelly feel on the tongue. It's got a heavy, tan head and smells strongly of fruit or flowers. Try some if you get the opportunity.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Bigg Boss

This is a quickie, cuz it's a busy day here. (Woo to three lessons and a meeting and doing tomorrow's work with today's.)

This guy showed up on a tram. Haven't seen anything else quite like it around town (and there are a lot more, which you will soon be seeing). It's da Bigg Boss!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Pilsner Urquel Brewery

Water Tower
The Pilsner Brewery experience is pretty cool, especially if you've only got a little knowledge about the how and what that goes into beer making. It costs about 130 kc and it wouldn't be very fun if you didn't wait for an English speaking tour. You start off with a general history of movie and a three story model of an old brewhouse. It's then pointed out that Plzeňský Prazdroj makes two of every three beers sold in the Czech Republic (they also own Gambrinus and Kozel). It's also owned by SAB Miller and is the flagship brand of the company, so there's a display of some of Miller's multitudinous international beer brands.

First stop, after a pointless bus ride of about 100 meters, is the coopers' workshop. Cooping, if you don't know, is the dying art of barrel making. The only reason that the guys here are even employed is because of us, the tourists. However, ten of them work here and they've got a pretty cool workshop. The oak for the barrels is aged for ten years before they do anything with it. And their dust collector unit is two stories tall.
Take the pointless bus back to the place you started and enter the presently-being-remodeled brewhouse. There they give you a brief overview of the Plzeňský process.
Beer Process
Germinated barley, roasted and milled, then mixed with water and thirty percent of each batch is roasted, mixed back in, and done again, for a total of three times. It's then unhopped wort. They add hops, in this case some famous stuff from Bohemia and some other type from Moravia that they like to play down. The yeast is added. There's a cold filter process, the beer sits for a short period, then is moved to a larger vat and aged for 12 weeks or so. They like to say this is the original process, but then they also note that improved temperature and pressure technologies have taken the second aging session down from an original time of around 3 months.

Then they take you into this giant modern elevator. Dave noted that he'd played music in clubs with smaller square footage. As soon as the elevator door opens (to get in) your nostrils quail under the weight and strangeness of a slightly sour roasted smell, that I was later to learn, is mostly hops. Then you watch a video on the origins of the ingredients while standing on this quietly turning platform. Then you go the the Hall of Ingredients, where you can sample barley, malt, and hops. The barley is normal cereal grain, the malt would be good as breakfast cereal, and I'd advise you not to eat the hops. Think alfalfa that gives your mouth a dry-bitter pucker.
You're then taken to some boilers and mash-tuns that are set-up as models. After that you get to peek into the real plant. These things are gigantic, there's a full story drop from the upper level to the lower, and the second step tanks are about twice as large.

After this you get to see a small museum with artifacts and documents. Here's a brief version: in 1845 or so the town residents began complaining about the quality of the beer, and dumped a bunch out on the mayor's front steps. The roughly three hundred families in town with official brewing licenses got together and amalgamated. (Many of these families are still minority stakeholders.) The beer became the pride of the town. Somewhere around the turn of the last century they began winning lots of prizes. You get to see some of these and look at cups that Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria and King of Bohemia, drank from. It even survived the privations of Nazism and Communist nationalization. Then it's time for the fun stuff.



You go down stairs to the old cellars. Our guide, who was pretty cool and funny despite his broken English, told us there's something like nine kilometers of hallway hidden under the brewery. Most of which is unused now. It's also pretty cold. They used to keep it even colder by harvesting a year's worth of ice from the river in winter and dropping it down into this giant refrigeration vault. You get to see the barrels of beer that they brew especially for the tourists.

The marks on the barrel are as follows, strength:12º [about 5%], starting date: 11th of February, starting temperature: 5º C, and the type of yeast used, followed by the temperature on different days. Then you get to taste the beer! Yummy, yummy stuff. More on that in the next post. After that they take you topside, say “That's all,” and point you towards the gift shop.

Kobližná Street

Koblizna day Daytime hustle and bustle.
Koblizna night Brno nightlife.

This is the street that I walk up and down between my school and nam. Svobody every day. Mapped

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Anti human zone!!

Anti human zone
This is one of my favorite pieces here in Brno. It's a piece of plywood glued to the wall. And it's outside one of the ubiquitous sex shops.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Sping Break: Plzeň

Plzeň is a depressing place. You step off the bus and are greeted by a classic communist-era wall of a building with a giant Skoda emblem perched on top. The air is gritty and most things are old and grungy. Parts of it are amazing and cool, but that is the general atmosphere for tourists.
This was one of the few cities in the Czech Republic to be liberated by the U.S. in WWII. (Brno and Prague were both taken by the Soviets.) And they have a monument that actually says, “Thank You, America.” I thought that was pretty cool.

Like any Eastern European town the differences between then and now can be quite glaring. This building shows three things: the town becoming the seat of the Holy Roman Empire (for a year), successfully withstanding a decade plus Swedish seige, and ?possibly? the 50 year anniversary of the city's brewery. It was probably built sometime around the turn of the last century, when the town was prosperous.


This is what sits below it today. “Thank You, America” indeed.



Dům Kultury translates to something like Cultural House or House of Culture. Yup, quite....cultural....

But, when you get to the old center of town, most of that is forgiven. I was totally blown away after seeing all the beautiful facades. Most of these were probably added or redone around or after 1900 when the town was booming with successful industry, mostly owned by Emil Skoda.
FacadeFacade

It's cool to see this building is still fulfilling its original purpose. [click for facade detail]


This is a justice building of some sort, maybe the local courthouse.


Synagogue
Plzeň is also home to the largest synagogue in the Czech Republic, which Rough Guide states is the 2nd largest in Europe, which means it could be 3rd largest in the world, as someone told me. Like many things on this trip, it was no-entry-until-summer-or-at-least-spring.

The town's alright. The people there seem a lot less homogeneous than here in Brno. More odd colors and stereotypical subculture styles. Kinda like the difference between say, Wallingford and Georgetown in Seattle.

The highlight for me was the brewery. Not only for the beer. I'm not such a fan of Pilsner in the wild, but the stuff from the brewer is wonderful. This place was chock full of history and it's presented very well, too. It gets it own post.
Brewery