July 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
A hazard of rainy days in Brussels is stepping innocently on the next cobble stone only to have icey cold water spray out from beneath it to soak your feet.
July 15, 2012 § Leave a comment
Option A: painting the next layer of the bathroom ceiling;option B: a brief visit to Brosella jazz festival under the threatening clouds. A hint of sun and option B suddenly seems more attractive. The Lighthouse trio in the leafy open air ‘theatre de verdure’ under grey but dry skies – now that’s something to clap about. Babe has just learnt to clap a useful addition to the double arm-waving as a way of expressing enthusiasm.
July 12, 2012 § Leave a comment
Last job today before rushing out to the curtain store (still part-time at work this month) is preparing intorductory remarks on ‘How can evidence help save lives?’ for an event run with the UCL’s CRED. These folks keep the stats on the world’s natural disasters..floods, cold and heat waves, earthquakes and all. Belgian is not disaster-prone, though CRED database shows over a thousand killed in a November 1983 earthquake. Back at home the German engineer’s wires monitor the earth (hopefully not) moving below our new home as the RER tunneling rumbles on into a more mobile future.
July 10, 2012 § Leave a comment
From my new home my walk to work has doubled in length. Generally a positive thing – more exercise, more air, more ‘transition’ thinking time. Still running late this morning it would ‘ve been good to have my bike (still at the old house pending removal of junk from garage). I will never understand this city’s obssesive relationship with cars. So called individual convenience and freedom? As frustrated morning commuters crawl along past the tunnel works – aggressively claiming a few metres extra by stopping on the pedestrian crossings. I dream of a pedestrian and cycle friendly Brussels.
July 9, 2012 § Leave a comment
Industrial-strength bath cleaner
…to spruce up the down stair’s bathroom in our new home. All but the last item available at Brico. I’m not even going to begin on the rest of the long, long ‘to do’ list, but hoping to get back to other things soon – like daily blogging for example.
May 26, 2012 § Leave a comment
Rather depressingly not a single pensée sauvage in a long day filled with action. Too exhausted tonight even to retreat into fantasy alternatives to a day of packing boxes and household chores. Random thoughts about conformism, mid-life comfort and why social justice is something I care about but don’t agitate for.
May 26, 2012 § 1 Comment
Against a backdrop of synthesizer and base and a frenetic drum beat (the identically bearded ‘Wonder Rabbis’) Yom took us on a powerful musical tour eastwards. Lips hard against the reeded clarinet, sweat beads trickling from the bright lights and hot night. My fingers tapping ever more frenetically against hubbie’s knee, wishing I was up on the balcony and free to unleash with the other dancers. Traditional khlezmer this was not. Yom and the Wonder Rabbis at Espace Senghor.