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| My Odessa: a Photo Essay (Click here to view.) |
| Joanna Gabler |
September 26, 2008 |
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My current exhibition at Papyri Books in North Adams is the fruit of a totally unexpected, but absolutely wonderful trip I was lucky to take last June to Odessa, the legendary city-port on the shore of the Black Sea. I was invited by a friend who was there on a contract to spend a week in Odessa together with his family.
After a 29-hour-long train trip from Warsaw I found myself in Odessa’s magnificent train station, full of chandeliers and marbles, with a cupola which belonged more in an art museum. After a short taxi ride, where the fare was negotiated verbally because the taxi was not a real taxi and did not have a meter, we landed in a small but comfortable rented apartment full of glitter, plastic flowers, and very high gloss furniture in the best part of the town. After a short rest we went for a walk. The magnificent, fully restored Opera and Theater was right nearby. In the next few days, Paul McCartney visited Ukraine and had a concert in Kiev, celebrating the independence of Ukraine, which was transmitted live on the big screen erected next to the theater. Crowds gathered. The first walk turned to days of walking. Every day we were exploring different parts of the city and its wonderful beaches. Some of the promenades reminded me of Coney Island with its amusements and rides going right up to the shore. The beaches were usually clean and the water surprisingly clear, considering that the big port is right there.
I became totally enchanted by this unique city and its magnificent architecture, the locals’ unique sense of humor, and its very joyful life style, where champagne, wine and beer are freely drunken out of the bottle on city streets and squares, but drunken people are not as common sight as you would expect. In the center of town, especially on major streets, a lot of the buildings were restored, some, very beautiful ones demolished to make a room for modern glass and concrete buildings. My favorite activity became visiting backyards hidden behind more or less sophisticated gates. A lot of them you will see on my pictures. The stairs from the harbor to the city are famous from Eisentein’s film, Potemkin. In reality it did not appear to be so impressive. Hundreds of homeless animals, cats as well as dogs were to be found everywhere. 
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| The Best French Movie in Decades - The Tour de France
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| Alan Miller |
August 3, 2008 |
| It was a childhood case of chicken pox which first introduced me to the Tour de France. The year was 1989, fortunately a very choice vintage indeed, in which Minnesota's Greg Lemond clawed back 58 seconds between Versailles and Paris to defeat the hapless Parisian ex-dental student Laurent Fignon. I remember my confusion, a common response among those new to the Tour, as to which of the two was actually the Frenchman.
I've followed every Tour since. The time commitment involved has ranged from glimpsing the almost non-existent American television coverage during the five victories (1991-1995) of the inscrutably placid Miguel Indurain, to the seven “all=Lance all-the-time years” of 1999-2005 and now to the luxuriant four hours a night of live coverage provided by SBS here in Australia.
I love the Tour, even when it is very badly behaved indeed. 
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| Orchestral Mass at St. Paul's: Haydn's Nelson Mass and a Visit to the Wallace Collection |
| Huntley Dent |
July 14, 2008 |
During the Reign of Terror, refined Parisian ladies attended balls wearing a thin red ribbon around their necks in place of jewels, to signify the guillotine in a graphic way. (I forget if they were pro or con.) Mass executions and blood in the street are too high a price to pay for getting rid of the clergy. Inattention will do. Today, Bastille Day, is an ironic one for reviewing Mass at St. Paul’s, which I attended yesterday. It was a special orchestral Mass centered on Haydn’s glorious “Nelson” Mass.  |
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| The United Buddy Bears from UNESCO visit Warsaw: Photo Gallery |
| Joanna Gabler |
July 5, 2008 |
| When I visited my native city Warsaw, earlier this summer, there was a nice surprise waiting for me in one of my favorite places, the Castle Square (Plac Zamkowy). Crowds of Warsowians and tourists were towered by rows of the tall (6.56' each) and colorful bears shining in the afternoon sun.
The centrally placed information table explained it all. United Buddy Bears visited Warsaw on their tour around the world. Project conceived in 2002 by two Berlin artists, gained life of its own. The bears visited many cities on four continents, including Berlin, Hong-Kong, Istanbul, Tokyo, Seoul, Sydney, Vienna and Cairo.To Warsaw, they came from Jerusalem, now, they are enlivening Stuttgart before going to Paris. What travelers the bears are!
On the Castle Square, there were 138 bears, each representing one country recognized by the United Nations and each one painted by an artist native to the country. Situated in a long wavy lines in alphabetical order, the bears formed all sorts of unexpected alliances and togetherness, unlikely to be seen on the political scene. The message the bears are sending is about tolerance, peace and peaceful coexistence. Their motto:
"We have to get to know each other better ...
... it makes us understand one another better,
trust each other more, and live together more peacefully."
I hope you will enjoy the bears in the beautiful settings of Warsaw's Old Town architecture, as much as I did. The bears teach us how to be human. 
For more information about United Buddy Bear mission and travels you can check following websites:
http://www.buddy-baer.com/
http://www.berlin-message.com/en/index.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Buddy_Bears
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| Impressions of New Orleans at New Year |
| Joanna Gabler |
February 5, 2008 |
| The Pink Project, music and bonfires! |
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| Dougie Mathieson's Walks around Edinburgh and into the Pentland Hills. |
| Michael Miller |
November 30, 2007 |
| Click here for an absolutely delightful record of walks around Edinburgh by an amateur photographer with a very keen eye. |
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| The Hairshirt Compulsion: Singlespeed Mountain Bike Racing |
| Alan Miller |
October 2, 2007 |
Singlespeed racing is a subculture within a subculture (mountain biking) within a subculture (bike racing) within another subculture (endurance sports). Given the suffering involved, it is surprisingly popular throughout the world. Though the singlespeed world championships are held in a different country each year, the “prize” is always the same, a compulsory tattoo (“if you don’t want the tattoo, don’t win”).  |
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| Letter from Sydney: Post-APEC Ruminations |
| Alan Miller |
September 24, 2007 |
As you may or may not have heard, last week was a strange one here in Sydney. The arrival of twenty world leaders and George Bush’s mountain bike warranted the erection of a five kilometre fence around certain grade A, mostly waterfront, parts of the central business district. There was debate and consternation, protest and, unexpectedly, pro-Bush counterprotest. While Bush rode his bike on my local trails, the leaders of countries like Chile and South Korea were unable to travel to the suburbs to meet their countrymen and women living in Australia. Then a group of comedians, one dressed as Osama Bin Laden, breached the exclusion zone in a fake Canadian motorcade. Which was funnier, the stunt itself or the pundits who insisted it wasn’t funny.  |
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