Without Lifting A Finger

Armed (Kindled) with Elfriede and Kleist (wanted to get to Berlin to see him, but that goal was thwarted), we flew to Amsterdam and then drove to Hamburg. Wanted a different perspective on the Holidays. We were hoping for a White Christmas, but instead got only  Weisserzauber and a little rain. Still Xmas magic is Xmas magic. *                                     

Walking a little. Busy-ness and back problems have stemmed the flow. In the A.M., I hobbled to Bucks and the ATM, and made it around the lagoon. [[[Oh, and last night I was able to make it down to 2nd St. for the annual Xmas parade (Chi not X): I could tell you the abandoned backpack in the Irish Pub story but I'll resist (it ended on a good note and the man-on-the-rail got to finish his burger and beer).]]] Anyway, still dipping into Heinrich (I need peace and quiet, not to mention a little Night, with my Novalis!), and have started Elfriede Jelinek's The Piano Teacher (one of the rare instances, I suppose, where the movie led to the book -- say Ahhh for Isabelle Huppert!), which, if words could become flesh, would qualify at times for verbal porn. Anyway, a "clip" from The Piano Teacher :      Fraulein Erika consists purely of music, and she's not all that old. That's how her student evaluates his experimental model. Klemmer even starts out o...