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lobelia321This will be the last time I post from an exotic European capital. And here I will be raving about the capital of Germany although physically I am in the capital of France.
Please excuse all errors because French keyboards have the q where the a should be and the , where the m should be and the w in a weird place qnd qll the punctuation all over the shop.
Am in t'Bibliotheque Nationale where again, there is unlimited free internet access. But t'Bibliotheque is a pain to use, I won't return and will haunt museums instead. Am still missing Berlin. Random reasons why I love Berlin:
Berlin is plug ugly but ugly with grandeur. Berliners think that the light shines out of their city's arse, they are so wonderfully cocky about even the stupidest and ugliest grandiose schemes - I love it. It's not a pretty-pretty Orlando-place but it's a real place and phenomenally interesting.
You can be anybody in Berlin. You can be schicki-micki (and unlike in Englqnd, people will actually appreciate it by looking at you and complimenting you - the English are too 'polite' ever to let a compliment pass their lips -- hah, now that I'm out of the country I can let fly) but you can also be grungy or madcap or whatever you are. You don't have to be a couple. You don't have to be young. You can be as ugly and cocky as the whole wide city itself.
Berlin is so camp! It is the campest city I know. And again, it's not only the young and trendy who are affected. I saw several older couples in just the space of one day, whitehaired men with hearing aids and ironed flannel trousers. In the museum, I saw men putting their arms around each other as they walked along - and nobody blinks, nobody looks, nobody gives a stuff.
I went to the haunts I described in such a nostalgic fit in Boyfriends , qnd god, they are still there and unchanged and much campier than I remembered. Orli and Dom would have no need to cross the road to Anderes Ufer to pretend to be boyfriends; they could just have gone ahead there and then in Kleisther. And the great thing about Berlin: a place can be cool and still serve oldfashiooned, granny-style German cakes. I ate about seven Kaesekuchen in the few days I was in Berlin...
Berlin is such a cocky, madeyed proletarian city. Even the working class walks around being cool and cocky and everything happens on the street. Life is theatre.
Oh yes, and Christopher Lee was there, but I didn't see him, heh. And actually, I was so entranced by the city and involved with my rl friends and obsessed by the library that I thought of LotR only in a sort of habitual routine fashion, and when I had the choice between writing Karl/Dom and reading a learned article I had just photocopied, I went for the article, I was that obsessed.
So, take heart,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eyebrowofdoom, there is life beyond fandom, and it's good! And it can be as obsessive as the fandom life. :)
Please excuse all errors because French keyboards have the q where the a should be and the , where the m should be and the w in a weird place qnd qll the punctuation all over the shop.
Am in t'Bibliotheque Nationale where again, there is unlimited free internet access. But t'Bibliotheque is a pain to use, I won't return and will haunt museums instead. Am still missing Berlin. Random reasons why I love Berlin:
Berlin is plug ugly but ugly with grandeur. Berliners think that the light shines out of their city's arse, they are so wonderfully cocky about even the stupidest and ugliest grandiose schemes - I love it. It's not a pretty-pretty Orlando-place but it's a real place and phenomenally interesting.
You can be anybody in Berlin. You can be schicki-micki (and unlike in Englqnd, people will actually appreciate it by looking at you and complimenting you - the English are too 'polite' ever to let a compliment pass their lips -- hah, now that I'm out of the country I can let fly) but you can also be grungy or madcap or whatever you are. You don't have to be a couple. You don't have to be young. You can be as ugly and cocky as the whole wide city itself.
Berlin is so camp! It is the campest city I know. And again, it's not only the young and trendy who are affected. I saw several older couples in just the space of one day, whitehaired men with hearing aids and ironed flannel trousers. In the museum, I saw men putting their arms around each other as they walked along - and nobody blinks, nobody looks, nobody gives a stuff.
I went to the haunts I described in such a nostalgic fit in Boyfriends , qnd god, they are still there and unchanged and much campier than I remembered. Orli and Dom would have no need to cross the road to Anderes Ufer to pretend to be boyfriends; they could just have gone ahead there and then in Kleisther. And the great thing about Berlin: a place can be cool and still serve oldfashiooned, granny-style German cakes. I ate about seven Kaesekuchen in the few days I was in Berlin...
Berlin is such a cocky, madeyed proletarian city. Even the working class walks around being cool and cocky and everything happens on the street. Life is theatre.
Oh yes, and Christopher Lee was there, but I didn't see him, heh. And actually, I was so entranced by the city and involved with my rl friends and obsessed by the library that I thought of LotR only in a sort of habitual routine fashion, and when I had the choice between writing Karl/Dom and reading a learned article I had just photocopied, I went for the article, I was that obsessed.
So, take heart,
eyebrowofdoom, there is life beyond fandom, and it's good! And it can be as obsessive as the fandom life. :)