Anyone care to guess where this photo was taken? Shouldn’t be too difficult. The event was impressive with original performances in a playful combination of light, music and enthusiasm over Slovenia’s future development.
More photos on the way.
In ljubim sonce, ki razbija
Ki se skriva za njimi
In me pozdravlja v sanjah
Just a few random photos from a walk through Koper. Although Ljubljana is naturally the best town on the face of Earth, it does sometimes get slightly too sunshineless for me. Resourceful is dr. Fil’s middle name, so a less-than-one-hour drive to Slovenian Adriatic coast, for example, takes care of that problem.
Some say there is something rotten in the city and I definitely do not support the idea of selling the port, but when I’m there, strolling up and down the cozy streets with my Grandmother who lived there for years and has many stories to tell about the days long gone by, all those troublesome details fade away (until Ljubljana fog brings them back into focus, that is).
Yesterday, The Poušters threw one heck of a party at the Geonavtik Café. Thanks for the great time you’ve shown us, you guys!!! And to the Geonavtik team for making us feel at home. Seemed like a bit of a scene from Cheers.
If anyone is looking for the right band for a party or wedding for that matter, although the wedding-divorce ratio of their clients seems to match the general population statistics), these all-rounders (music, stand-up comedy, website programming etc.) will make a great choice. Just make sure you book them well in advance
Here comes the big bad ant:
Now sing along, everyone!
Last Saturday saw an eagerly awaited event come true. Denis a.k.a. človek came up with the idea and was the driving force behind the successful organisation of a bloggers’ Xmas season party. Shunning sponsorship funds, everyone gathered at the cozy setting of the Slovene Ethnographic Museum a.k.a. SEM, bringing some food to help ease the drinks served by the museum down thirsty throats. How appropriate a location, wouldn’t you say? Ethnographic history was being made on site. (Note: part of SEM mission statement: a museum “…about people, for people”, a museum of cultural identities, the link between the past and the present, between our own and other cultures, between the natural world and civilisation…”)
Since there was supposed to be a karaoke show as well, I decided, with some encouragement, to give it a go for the first time with “These Boots Were Made for Walking”. I even dressed… I mean… booted (?) for the occasion. Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for the rest of the gang, Mr. Mojo forgot to bring my song. He (or whoever the saviour of blogger ears and possibly eyes may have been) is forgiven, however, especially since it turns out that I actually know mojo man from work-related ‘real life’.
Somehow, I managed to miss out on the karaoke performances of others and I am sorry for that although not sorry to have enjoyed interesting conversations with The Smokers in the plastic tent outside in the mean time (note: reference to the anti-smoking legislation).
I must say I never expected a bloggers’ party to be a place to reconnect with old schoolmates, either. Especially not ones from elementary school! (Yep, happened.)
Anyway, it was way cool to have seen the guys I’d met before at Pr’Skelet, reconnected with several people I’d not seen in a long time (and had no idea they were blogging) and met a bunch of new interesting people. Oh, and not to forget… thanks to Sigi at the bar! Even though they were officially not available, she made me as many caipirinhas as possible (i.e. limited by the number of limes available. They sufficed, thank you very much, and gave Seks a glimpse of the cocktail world.
When I hear music, I can’t help but move… and although I was slightly disappointed by the number of people who ventured out on the dance floor. But hey, the ones who did warm up to the beat sure did move You girls and guys know who you are…
I’m sure I’ll mess up by forgetting to mention a blogger pal, so I apologize in advance and blame it on my swiss-cheese memory. Heya, my long-lost grandson (we’ll have to talk about your drinking and sexual orientation someday, but granny loves you anyway and the talk can wait till after the holiday season), my favourite person from Krško who makes yummy rum-coconut-chocolate balls, the most blogestest couple in the room as far as I’m concerned who brought us a homemade blogelicious humongous chocolate jaffa cake. Burn, baby burn!
Sunshine & Mitja, I enjoyed meeting the other half, especially since he comes from the best high school ever. I am keeping my fingers crossed that all your plans come to realization. Šuši, I remember! Yup, upside down, too.
Cheers, Chef (you can move!), Boštjan, Eirene, Saša (way cool to have come! and loved your smiles), Big Bad Wolf (so much younger and not as sharp-toothed as one would have presumed), Mojca the sunny one, Cyco the designer, Fotoholik (found your blog)… Hey Kašpar if Fetalij is my grandkid, I could always make you my great great great great grandson. MachineMan, we have to talk about the clubbing scene in Ljubljana… probably will come see you this week.
I think I noticed Pengovsky carrying on a political debate in a dark back corner of the room. A rather heated debate. Ok so it may have been on sex after all.
Again, thanks to all for a fun fun fun night. I was shocked to see it was 3.30 when leaving… Seemed more like pumpkin time to me.
Some photo material:
OK so admittedly I was more focused on the quality of the caipirinhas than that of the photos. I knew I could count on the other 75 cameras in the room to take better pics anyway
Človek, you da man!
Crystal Glass Snowflake by Rogaška
at the Glasswork Salon in Ljubljana
Now this should make for some seriously merry xmas season
Celje fairgrounds hosted an exhibition this weekend they tagged as the First Erotic Fair in Slovenia. To be honest, even having gone with less than high expectations, it let me down. I’d been to a similar show in Amsterdam a few years ago and though I didn’t hope for anything quite as diverse, I thought they could muster up more than:
1) A stand of the biggest Slovenian sex shop chain (I pass one of their shops en route to my regular lunching place almost every day);
2) An obnoxious Hungarian (sales)woman with signs in German selling (or rather not selling) potentially sexy garments – customers were a nuisance to her;
3) A tattoo/piercing stand;
4) An anti-aids / safe sex campaign stand;
5) (my favourite): Scratch-your-head (ok, was supposed to be massage) for free stand, selling a head-scratching/massaging contraption.
And a few of the plastic blonds on the stage. One of them was even kinda cute.
Apparently, it was a mistake to have come on Sunday as reportedly, some of the exhibitors were removed from the fairgrounds on Saturday by the tax authorities. I had both my cameras with me, but unfortunately, I saw nothing really worth photographing, so no photos to share this time (humm now that’s a first!).
OK so it was interesting from a certain point of view, but not something I’d recommend going to. And certainly not something I’d ever have called an Erotic Fair. Hey, if you do a show like this, at least do it with STYLE. I’d venture a guess that this particular fair satisfied a very specific target audience, namely the 17-year old male population. Give or take a couple of years.
On the upside, it won’t be difficult for the next one to top this event.
Here are some sources of photo material from people who apparently felt more inspired by the event than I did. The legendary Seks hasn’t let us down. Irena sirena has a good shot of my favourite stand. Veliki mož was as enthused as I, but at least took a few pics. Dejan could find no satisfaction, either, and Had took photos of one of the potentially attractive blondes. Again, though, may I suggest reading up on the terms erotica and… porn? She said, ever so non-anal-retentively. But I digress…