Day 65 - Richness

What the heck did I do yesterday? I shot a few nazis. I celebrated listening to all the answering machine messages on homestarrunner.com by eating an entire 400 gram marzipan. It was pretty good. Um, what else... bang!

• Nap. You shouldn't eat a big marzipan without a bed handy.
• Eat More. I went to the store and got some veggies to have with my remaining pasta. They didn't really have what I wanted so I ended up having pasta with a red pepper, carrot, and onion. It was surprisingly good, especially with a little salt and hot sauce on top. Hot sauce?
• Denim Crew. A bunch of guys and gals from the bay area had bought some cheap denim jackets and were cutting them up. Jackets became vests. Cuffs became wristbands. Sleeves became big wristbands, headbands, and leg warmers. It was fun to watch.
• Hostel Bar. After cleaning up after dinner, I decided to join the denim crew downstairs. I had an absinthe and a Budwar Budweiser, which is supposedly the beer Budweiser stole its name from. I thought it was good as the three kinds of beer I've ever had went. The absinthe, however, was nasty, no matter how much sugar you put in it. :P
• Nap. I went to bed about one in the morning, but since the hostel bar closes at three thirty, I was awoken by the sounds of random yelling in the hallway a little before four. And to make matters worse, we are so far east in the "Paris" timezone, it's actually getting light at four in the morning. It took an hour or so to get back to sleep.
• Check out. I had to change rooms since I was extending my stay at the hostel. That meant I dumped my pack in a pack room and headed out.
• Tesco. I grabbed some powder for my stinky shoes and a breakfast candy bar. I forgot I still need a few ziplock bags. Minutiae.
• Giger. It took a while to get there, being a click away from any metro stop, but I finally made it to the Giger exhibit. The museum it's in is a technology museum. They've got scads of old cameras (still and moving), vehicles (air and ground), astrological equipment, clocks, audio gear, etc. As such, they have scads of school children being led around. They don't get to go into the Giger exhibit, but just the fact that the Alien is clearly visible from the hall made for some interesting traffic jams as eight through ten year olds tried to process what they were looking at. I think I can sum up Giger for me pretty simply. If it looks like a penis, it's in there somewhere. If the texture is rotted, translucent, or pitted, it's in there somewhere. The way he plays with perspective and interconnection between elements keeps me working to figure out exactly what I'm looking at. The level of detail also keeps me looking for, and finding, new elements at every turn. DooM 3 seems so impoverished compared to Giger's work. Giger's work is so mind bending. In fact, I find it silly when he includes classic christian references like satan and the number six six six. His work is so much more compelling than any christian conception of evil and hell that I've seen.