2002 / june / 25
being spotted
And so it happened that Caroline spotted me
in Bern saturday - that's what happens when I decide to use a photo as banner
for this blog.
We were in Bern after the opening of the students' exhibition in the Amsterdam
Centre for Photography - great fun, as always, and an exhibition well worth
seeing as well. Yeah! See if you can spot my two frames, I didn't sign 'em.
Anyway, have a look if you're in Amsterdam and into photos: Bethanienstraat 9,
that's near the Nieuwmarkt (where you'll find the excellent Bern cafe, for the
best cheesefondue in town). Free entrance, open 1300-1800 on
wednesday
26 til saturday 29 of june, then after the summer for one more week,
14th til 17th of august, from 13.00 til 18.00.
Anyway, now of course I'm wondering who Caroline was. She better not be the woman
of the couple that shared the table with our group, she could've said something
then. Nah, that wouldn't be her, since I've never read her mentioning a kid
anywhere and this couple had a very cute one (and tired, too).
't Was an interesting evening - we'd had the opening, then with the remaining
'hardcore' members of the group, we set out for a dinner. Now the course took
place on saturday mornings, so it wasn't the natural thing to hang out in the
pub afterwards. Hell, what do you do on a saturday afternoon? Doing the weekend
shopping. So we hadn't had much photography-unrelated talk yet. We made up for
that this evening, and we even had a long talk on the meaning of life, and
meditation as a tool for that. The good cafe talks: a passionate, open
exchange. Over cheese fondue and wine. Rounding it off with icecream at
Tofani's. Life can be good.
Life could be even better if I hadn't woken up this morning with weird,
goose pimple-like red spots all over the tops of my fingers, which by the
coming of lunchtime, had spread to my underarms. Either I've caught
something rather nasty (try googling these symptons. Very comforting)
or I've got a new allergy to add to my sensitivities when all seemed to
go so well.
And tomorrow afternoon I'm flying to Spain for a week, to visit my sister.
Great timing. I wanted to spend the morning on getting a haircut -
think I'd better go for a visit to my GP instead. Bummer.
