and an interior view:
4.15.2008
Kass Hall
Kass, in Dutch refers to a dairy product we in the Engels speaking world refer to as Cheese. Cheese Hall could be an interchangeable term for the place where much of our creative activity and public presentations will take place - the Kass Hall. Without giving too much away, here is a photo of the aforementioned:
and an interior view:
and an interior view:
Speciaal sauce
Today started well enough, although the point at which "today" actually began is a bit hard to define. Some small bit after that undefined point saw me not being hassled by German Customs (perhaps it was my breath); losing money in an airport exchange ($20 = 8 Eu?); and taking a train to the Netherlands. The inevitable conclusion of my journey did involve fries ("frites speciaal") with mayonaise and "curry sauce".
Wanting to waste no time I get a brief tour of the local hardware store and a ten minute run at the local thrift store.
Since I only had 2 Euro (what was left from my unfortunate bargaining skills at the airport and an on-board tea on the train I didn't realize wasn't complementary), I put everything back on the shelves vowing to come back tomorrow bright and early. After a fabulous meal cooked by Monique (an excellent puttanesca), Jason and I settled into a nice, lingering bout of jetlag, which several days (and many drinks) later would prove to be extremely stubborn.
I vaguely recall a discussion that involves tentative ideas I have for working here. The giant Pinata, and the photographs of the Black Holes both promise to be more complicated endeavors than they might have appeared at first blush. The brief tour of the local hardware store deepened my suspicions in this regard. While the makings for the Pinata (paper mache, chicken wire) are readily available, the justification might be a bigger stretch and while everybody loves a good Black Hole now and then, I don't know enough about European electrical code (or Astrophysics) to make my own without assistance and the Italian Astronomer hasn't called Monique back yet.
Meanwhile, that blue ceramic gin bottle I put back on the shelf keeps calling my name.
Wanting to waste no time I get a brief tour of the local hardware store and a ten minute run at the local thrift store.
Since I only had 2 Euro (what was left from my unfortunate bargaining skills at the airport and an on-board tea on the train I didn't realize wasn't complementary), I put everything back on the shelves vowing to come back tomorrow bright and early. After a fabulous meal cooked by Monique (an excellent puttanesca), Jason and I settled into a nice, lingering bout of jetlag, which several days (and many drinks) later would prove to be extremely stubborn.
I vaguely recall a discussion that involves tentative ideas I have for working here. The giant Pinata, and the photographs of the Black Holes both promise to be more complicated endeavors than they might have appeared at first blush. The brief tour of the local hardware store deepened my suspicions in this regard. While the makings for the Pinata (paper mache, chicken wire) are readily available, the justification might be a bigger stretch and while everybody loves a good Black Hole now and then, I don't know enough about European electrical code (or Astrophysics) to make my own without assistance and the Italian Astronomer hasn't called Monique back yet.
Meanwhile, that blue ceramic gin bottle I put back on the shelf keeps calling my name.
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