Wet Dog Wine, anyone?

T Fox: Why is it always so that I have an idea and if I don't write it down as soon as I can, it disappears somewhere?
Mr Fox: Write up, not down, you're speaking Finglish.

Yep, why is it so? Why do you write something down and we write it up?

Actually that wasn't the topic for this post, but as I said it disappeared, almost like my entire day, which I spent by cleaning up, really properly. Whilst doing it I drank some wine, which was nice, but eventually I got so tipsy I messed everything up and missed the only fantastic happening this week, because I had to take a nap. Buggeringly enough I even got a ticket for this: Drawing Restraint 9. Well, I missed the Turing Machine Opera as well, but never mind, I've got tickets to Horton for tomorrow. Yay!

Actually now when I am here I might ask you a question as well. It troubled me when I was drinking that wine, which was something flowery Riesling from Alsace area: smooth, mellow and pleasantly round. What is the term for that wine character, the feeling when you have swallowed the wine and your mouth is filled with almost an oily or buttery aftertaste? No, not a taste, but a feeling. Anyone?

I tried to find it out, but found this clever wine aroma wheel instead.



Hmm.... I don't know how to use that exactly. Well, you could always play some kind of wheel of fortune game with that thing. After spinning the wheel you have to drink that kind of wine. Glass of skunk wine, here you are. Mmmm...

Hopefully the frames aren't from Ikea

Few weeks ago I was asking on Facebook: "Denmark or Croatia?" Nobody answered and I decided Denmark it will be then. Actually I didn't, but the boys want to see Legoland and I think seeing Fyn and West-Jutland wouldn't harm me either. I have no idea where is Köge, which would probably make all Danish people very annoyed. Well, at least Ikea made them annoyed, naming their doormats after Danish villages and cities. Some Danes claimed that the Swedish names are reserved for the better products and that even Norwegian names can be found at least from the bed department, but the lesser products bear Danish names. "The stuff that goes on the floor is about as low as it gets."

Oh really?

a) Viren
b) Virén

Well, he won the four Olympic gold medals the year when I was born and it is quite a long time ago...
That wasn't really the reason why I started Pilates again this week, but I think this would suit me better or what do you think?

ILLOIHA fitness club
Tokyo
by
Nendo

T Fox unintentionally seems to collect... ( Part 1)

... old tin boxes.

I thought it would be nice to wish you all Sunny Easter by adding a photo of one old tin box decorated with Easter Bunnies.


Easter Bunnies
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

There was one with daffodils as well.



Box of Daffodils
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Also one bright yellow with roosters...


Roosters
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Hmm, I seem to have collected quite many old tin boxes.
Actually, I haven't collected them, they just somehow stuck with me and have decided to stay with me [like all the excessive stuff around me. Sigh.].

Herman Hesse's grandfather rests here

... The cow with the crown and other snapshots from the past Estonian excursions uploaded on my Flickr home.


The cow with the crown
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Uncle Lenin has a nap

...and other snapshots from Latvia finally uploaded on my Flickr home.
It took just 9 months to do it. People tend to have babies faster than I virtually glue my virtual photos to my virtual album. [sigh]



click the photo

I always wanted to have a photoblog...

Just a thought
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

... well, actually I had one a long time ago, where I posted photos of Helsinki, but then I quite accidentally deleted it.
Anyway, the point of this post was to add a link to OPC, who has started something I would call Cornish photoblogging.

Floating Music for the Endless Summer Nights

Ooh, I have found music, which I like very much.
Music, which sounds to me like it should be listened to


when running through the fields...


... making a strawberry straw


... or wandering in the garden alone




... near the nightly scent of the Philadelphus


... under the night sky.

Decide yourself: The Dø

I kind of oddly miss seeing the yellow glasses

Phew. The exhibition is ready and open for the visitors. If you visit Helsinki you might want to see why I have been so busy for the last 3½ months.
If you want to have a peek to the exhibition and listen to some Finnish, here you go.

Last week was really schnabulous, that's all I can say. Parties almost every day, meeting up with lots of famous people, good food and champagne. I wish I could remember more, but apparently not, because I am having a flu, the infamous Nach-Schnabel-Schnupfen, and have been sleeping for three days and forgotten everything.