Last-night was the second time I visited Mesonespana in Copenhagen and came away thinking…. everything else would be somehow be dull thereafter. Traditional and modern tapas, every kind of meat, cooked on the bone for hours and each dish soaked in a gravy of contrasting flavors. Most customers seem to be regular’s and order the 10 tapas /300 DKK option for 2 persons, along with a bottle of something special. This restaurant, tucked way in a side street of Vesterbro is well worth a visit. If you don’t find a table, you can always try Casetas Espana down the road which provides the same food as takeaways!
It sodden outside. Not in a bad way. Just a constant, light patter on the pavement and the sound of cars and cyclists plowing through 1 inch puddles.
There is a baby carriage in my back yard. Inhabited. Confined to the outside and the elements. What, outrageous! cry the baby activists!
This phenomenon bemuses visitors. But somehow it makes them jealous for the Danish sense of security, trust and naturalism.
Another blogger domicile, also describes this Copenhagen baby boom and the habits of outdoor conditioning. Note that this Danish custom is not transferable overseas however. (In 1997 a Danish woman was arrested in New York for leaving her baby in a stroller outside a bar in the East village…more.)
Tonight the US duo called Britta and Duo play at Studenthuset in Copenhagen. Here is a little track with the intriguing lyrics reading ‘Spoons come from Denmark, and Knives from Bavaria’. Mellow but comforting, lyrical and folky.
There is more….. myspace profiles some of their more recent tracks which include those they composed for the score for the movie ‘ the squid and the whale’.
Manu Chao is a popular man in Copenhagen and news travels fast in Copenhagen.
In the space of a Friday afternoon, text messages circulated and people from all walks of life assembled, or rather, crammed into Blågardsgade, for a chance to see his impromptu concert.
The fans, and ungdomshuset supporters alike even ascended to the rooftops.
Next week I will undertake a long-winded flight to visit my home country New Zealand. I’ve done this a number of times now, and it occured to me there is always a regular exchange of Danish-NZ nostalgic tit bits – which I distrubute among the masses.
Marcipan (anton berg); plastic clips from Ikea to seal packets of opened food stuffs; peper nødder (little danish biscuits usually eaten at christmas, but have already appeared in stores now); Lakrids, spunk and lakerol (licorice sweets); tea from AC perche; tom’s thin chocolate slices for eating with bread; stripy t-shirts.
to bring back:
Cadbury chocolate; manuka bush honey; wine; berocca (vitamins); vegemite; raro (cordial or the equivalent of saft for children), minties, books books books; potato peelers; sunglasses and shells from the beach.
Stelarc is at it again. The first time I heard about this Australian, Cyrus-born artist (Stelios Arcadiou) was back in undergraduate art history classes. We were learning about performance art, embracing the technological age and audience interactions in art. Stelarc has been a controversial performance artist, breaching accepted boundaries by using his own body as a medium. His prosthetic arm and prosthetic head are examples of works where Stelarc lends himself, or part of himself to virtual automation at the push of a button, almost like an interactive museum piece.
Even within the context of art, Stelarc’s work is considered self-mutilating, provocative and shocking. Watch this video below! But it raises intriguing questions about art and the relationships of the artist to their audience.
Now Stelarc has found a surgeon to graft a third ear onto his forearm. Although it doesn’t work, he hopes to have a microphone fitted to allow other people to listen to what his third ear picks up.