Saturday, June 03, 2006

Deutschland Ueber und Ueber

The dispatches from Germany continue:

After visiting with friends in Aachen, it was on to Giessen, the sight of many memories for Mr. Fishpatty. While there we were treated to avant garde local German theatre by Mr. Fishpatty's good friend, who is also the dean of the law school there: Herr Prof. Dr. Walter Gropp. Walter and his, Benedikt, will be living in Madison, WI for five months starting in August -- so, aside from the theater, the visit was in English. Mrs. Fishpatty was much relieved.

Walter also took us to the Gleiberg, a tower from the middle ages built by the local fief. As luck would have it, a local fraternity was celebrating its foundation day. (Fighting fraternities are big in Germany. There's sword play and fencing involved, and, while they are pretty disreputable, there a plenty of guys with scars on their faces to show their initiations.)

The spiral staircase was pretty treacherous. No lights. Shakey handrails. It was like an NYC subway.

The Scales of Justice

Apologies for the dearth of entries. And now, the deluge.

The Fishpatties went to Germany last month, land of clothes made for Mr. Fishpatty and shoes for the Mrs. We trained from Paris to Aachen (a.k.a. Aix-la-Chappelle), following the lead of Charlemagne, who moved the capital of the Holy Roman Empire from Paris to Aachen. "The Holy Roman Empire: Was it holy? Was it Roman? Was it an Empire? Discuss amongst yahselves."

Ah, teeter totters. For the child in everyone. Guess who ended up with the dirtiest butt because he's the heaviest. You guessed it: Mr. Assdirty.
Mrs. Fishpatty and Lady Airwolf also enjoyed the gravity and fulcrum machines in Germany. Good times were had by all.
Mr. Fishpatty with Herr Doktor Richter Jan Michael Vincent, LLM -- AKA "Airwolf." He's a killer on the guitar and the proud father of one Mr. Jonas, which is very close to Mr. Joshua. QUICK: NAME THAT MOVIE!

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Birthday Wishes, encore!

Happy Birthday to Doug (check out his website!), my former workout partner and racquetball opponent! Heady days, those were.

In honor of Doug's birthday, I went to the gym for the second time in Paris. Those doughy frenchman were no match for me, I can tell you. I relegated them to girly machine exercises and yoga mats; free weights are for men (and serious women).

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Da Vinci Load

Eat your mullet-coifed hearts out, one and all.

"The Da Vinci Code" opened Cannes last night and had a simultaneous opening across Paris. That makes today the second day you could have seen it, if you were here. You suckers have to wait until tomorrow.

So in honor of Tom Hanks' mullet, enjoy.

I blame the Pope. He never liked Jesus' mullet either.

*For more mullets, check out The Mullitia.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Is that Mont Blanc in your pocket...?

Last week, we finally got our pictures from Megeve (one of the cities visited by the Fishpatties and Maltesers, see Maltesers in Paris, and Beyond), a destination undocumented by Mr. Fishpatty because the memory card on the camera was full. Therefore, this is a picture of a picture. I apologize.

The big mountain just behind us (and beneath the flash glare. I apologize.) is Mont Blanc, and, as you can see, the weather was outrageous. 70 degrees and so sunny Mr. Fishpatty braved ultimate sweatiness and redneck hattedness to avoid melanoma instantaneous. A good trade off, I think. Good thing I had sunglasses or I would have suffered Mr. Malteser's ultimate squintiness. Poor guy. Good thing we had some 50s starlet sunglasses for him to wear, courtesy of Mrs. Fishpatty.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Skeletons on Parade

On Sunday, the Fishpatties left Paris to go to the 16th arr. We went to the Palais de Tokyo for a modern art exihibit and to explore a little.

The art was occasionally interesting, but it was the epic scale of some of the pieces that was really arresting. To give you a sense of the size of this suspended skeleton, I backed as far away from the thing as I could, nearly knocking a watermelon off of its pedestal.

"A watermelon?!" you say.

Well, not a real watermelon. It was more of a plastic watermelon next to an inflating and deflating pyramid. There. Now you know.

After the museum, we were starving. So we went to put some meat on our bones at a seafood place a bones throw from the mauseleum. Mr. F started with scallops tartare with tahitian vanilla oil and Dr. F had smoked salmon on a spinach salad. Main dishes were seared tuna on cheesy mashed potatoes for him (very good), grilled scallops on mushroom risotto for her (also very good). The desserts were mediocre, but it's still a recommended restaurant if you're near the Eiffel tower.

More Birthday Wishes

Happy Birthday to Mr. Fishpatty's Mom! She made her first visit to Europe last month and discovered just how spoiled she is to live in CA, where smoking is a class D felony.

So here's a photo of a modern art exhibit about smoking. There's no smoke in the room, so it's a smoke screen. Almost suggesting that people hide behind the smoke and the act of smoking, with their smoke breaks and smoking cliques, separating themselves into a "Smoking Room" or smoking identity. At least, that's what pretentious Mr. Fishpatty thinks.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Spring in the Garden State

Ah, New Jersey.

Just look at that baby dogwood in the foreground with the pink blossoms. Mr. Fishpatty planted it with his own hands, last November, and it's hard to believe it survived the ordeal. I christen it Dagwood: a pun and a half.

Thanks to our Stockton neighbors, the GLicklens, for causing just a little peonies-envy.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Calling All Comments

I realized this week that Blogspot was requiring people to register before they could leave comments. That is no longer the case, so feel free to use the anonymous or alias options to drop the Fishpatties, et al. a line.

Mr. Fishpatty = Urban Noise Machine, Sid Viscous, and Cheeses of Nazareth.
Mrs. Fishpatty = Mrs. Fishpatty and Dr. Fishpatty.