Location: Kunsthalle Wien (Art Hall Vienna)

Oh wonderful synergy!

* the name “Abarth”!
* the word “Auspuffanlagen” (exhaust systems)!
* the fonts!
* the scorpion emblem!

Pure poetry of semiotics!

Location: Schönbrunnerstraße, near Pilgramgasse.

No idea what Kaltquarz means.
But I won’t google “Kaltquarz”… it would destroy the magic…

Sorry, I can’t translate that.

But here’s the basic info: …a right wing fucker raps about his fucking right wing reps…

MP3 Link

Königsberger Klopse is a German dish consisting of meatballs in a white sauce with capers. The dish is named for the East Prussian city of Königsberg (now Kaliningrad).

And I love Königsberger Klopse. Yummie!!

But where can I get the dish in Vienna? Is there a restaurant serving my Klopse?

werkzeugH opened its ports with a wonderful project by Assocreation (from Vienna) and The Fantastic Nobodies (from Brooklyn, NY): the Dumpster Swimming Pool.

They ordered a big white dumpster. They put water in it. And they put a carp in it.

And after that, I put myself into it.

The water was cold, but who cares?

There is still a chance to get a bath/swim/splash… so don’t hesitate! The dumpster is yours!

More info (German language) about werkzeugH in my host section @ FM4

Basically, I agree. But then again, there’s no alternative to micturition.

(Location: Ramien, asian restaurant, Gumpendorfer Straße)

Where are the good old days of good old economy?

Nowadays, if your take part in a contest, you don’t win the car, you just win a weekend using the car.

Oh boy.

(Translation: send a pic of the Mini to a certain email address, you might win a “weeking using the car”.)

The saddest closed little corner shop in Vienna.

Location: Johann-Strauiss-Gasse.

Racing to the ladies’ room of the former Amadeus Bookstore now Thalia in the second floor, my attention suddenly caught by one, maybe, frustrated father. The words “Wo wickeln Väte(r)(Where do fathers change nappies)???” are flashing next to the female symbol and the sign “Wickeltisch”.

I am not sure if the new owners already answered his plea, which is written on the door of the female toilet room. As fas as I can tell the changing table is still inside the ladies’ lavatory. Knowing that it is a rarity seeing fathers and their kids shopping or strolling, normally, it is always the women who do the dirty work of overseeing if their babies/toddlers have soiled their diapers.

I wonder, I wonder… where? And how do the (few) fathers manage to do it.