The Acropolis, obviously
Flew from Berlin to Athens on Easyjet for a pittance. Spent a week there, coming down with a nasty cold, and enjoying the view of the Acropolis from my friend Tobias’ couch. Went to a number of archaeological museums, and saw amazing bits of art—jewelry, ceramics, incredible bronzes I’d read about (sleepily) in art history classes. Also: walked around a great deal, bought awesome knock-off sunglasses (all the better to imitate the Athenian girl, who wears hers all day/night long), and ate a great quantity of very good food. Eating at a tiny taverna, I recognized the story an American boy was telling (loudly, quel surprise) at the next table, as the mock-hate-crime that a Pomona professor self-perpetrated my junior year. Turns out the kid was from Pomona too. Ridiculous, almost tiresome, but also charming how we can insinuate ourselves all over the world.
Finished Haruki Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore, which I found kind of disappointingly not-brilliant, after reading Hardboiled Wonderland. It seemed a little Bildungsroman-ish, and those of you who know my views know I don’t appreciate that.
Hm...in America we have "Smart Wool"...
At the National Archaeological Museum
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