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Amsterdam

After the end of our bike trip in September we spent a few nights in Amsterdam, made even more pleasant by staying at the five-star Hotel Pulitzer, an assemblage of 25 grand old canal houses cunningly linked together and named for one-time owner Herbert Pulitzer, grandson of the publishing magnate. The abundance of architecture spells some trouble for the bellhop, and a real danger of getting lost on your way back from breakfast, but it also means that there are some wonderful spaces to enjoy, both shared and private. Not all such spaces are inside: the hotel has its own historic canal boat, built in 1909 but recently converted to electric power, available for hourly rental as well as scheduled tours.

It was in the hotel that I first discovered another charming feature of life in Amsterdam: hot chocolate is customarily served in kit form.  Whipped cream appears on the side, to be added as required, avoiding milk-moustache and allowing accurate titration.

This particular scene is from Bagels & Beans, a little chain of cafes, and demonstrates ultimate coco-deconstruction: the chocolate itself comes separately.

By the way, the Pulitzer is thorough in carrying out its literary theme.  Not only are there books for reading anywhere you look, but if you turn your shirts in for washing they come back neatly folded in manuscript boxes.

Also, Amsterdam may be the only place you’ll ever find bicycle tire repair kits among the items for sale in your mini-bar.

Friedrichshafen

Between our visit to Berlin, described in an earlier post, and our Backroads bicycle trip down the Rhine, we traveled to Friedrichshafen.  It’s a nice enough city on its own, but for aviation buffs it’s a can’t-miss. We spent parts of five days there at the end of August.

Our Zeppelin approaches Konstanz.

Most folks these days, when they think about flying, think about airplanes. But airships flew above Lake Constance before the Wright Brothers flew at Kitty Hawk, and crossed the Atlantic before Lindberg, thanks largely to the ambition of local hero Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin.

Germany’s economic troubles following World War I, plus some later unfortunate experiences with hydrogen as a lifting agent, allowed heavier-than-air machines to surpass them in popularity. But airships never went away. Once aloft, they’re vastly cheaper to keep that way than any other conveyance (or surveillance platform). They’re relatively quiet and can operate in places where runways have yet to be built. And they’re huge, so there’s plenty of room on the side for advertising.

When the familiar Goodyear blimps neared the ends of their useful lives, that company partnered with descendants of the original Zeppelin concern to produce replacements. This has been part of a world-wide renascence, in which we were happy to share during our vacation. We booked passage on the Zeppelin NT.

The flights at Friedrichshafen (or at Munich if you happen to be there instead) range from the half-hour bucket-list ascent to the two-hour circumnavigation of Lake Constance. (Twice a year they also offer instruction, during which you can get 30 minutes of time at the controls.) We chose the hour-long sightseeing trip to Konstanz. Everybody has a window seat, some windows are openable for better photography, and at the end they offer you sparking wine in the best ballooning tradition. In the picture above, we are near where the Rhine leaves the lake on its journey to the North Sea.

The ride doesn’t provide time for the luxury once lavished on transatlantic passengers, but it is gentle and quiet, and takes place at an ideal height for sightseeing.  Airplanes need to move very slowly on the ground but very fast in the sky, and weather can complicate the transition. While hot-air balloons are always struggling to be at the right altitude, the Zeppelin achieves neutral buoyancy like a diver, and then climbs and descends by directing its thrust.

Entering and leaving the airship requires some choreography though — new passengers board gradually as old ones leave, so that the load stays about the same. There’s no extendable jetway — actual steps are climbed up and down.  But, resting in its enormous hangar at night, after the tourists are all gone, while its handlers are asleep, the Zeppelin remains patiently airborne.

Our gracious, multilingual flight attendant occupied the co-pilot’s seat for takeoff and landing, an arrangement that would make sense if only to maximize room for passengers.  But I noticed that she kept her left hand resolutely on a T-handle at the rear of the control console during those procedures, its light blue color suggesting to me that it could be used to dump ballast. And indeed, after our flight, as we watched the aircraft depart with our successors, a considerable amount of water was shed, attesting to our own lot’s sveltness — at least compared to the after-brunch crowd that followed us.

The picture above looks back toward the airport from Fischbach, a town just to the west, where an old gradeschool friend spent many years.  It also includes the restaurant “La Taverna,” where we had a memorable meal on our first night in Friedrichshafen.

Aviation-wise, Zeppelins aren’t the only game in town. Count Ferdinand’s personal scientific advisor, Claude Dornier, originator of all-metal monocoque aircraft construction, founded a company of his own, capitalizing on the airplane boom to make huge flying boats, affording passengers the treatment they had come to expect from dirigibles combined with the speed and noise of heavier-than-air machines (one of his airplanes, long the world’s largest and most powerful, had twelve engines). Again, politics interfered with innovation, and eventually Dornier was swallowed up by other companies (Daimler, Fairchild, Airbus . . . ); but during its life the company led in the development of vertical-takeoff-and-landing aircraft and was involved in a big array of other projects, including some American aircraft (Hueys, F-104s) and in space exploration and sustainable energy.

The Dornier story (again in amazing detail) is told in their museum, on the other side of the runway from the Zeppelin hangar. Their theme is that anyone can be a pioneer, and a glance at the aircraft there — even just the ones sitting around outside — suggests a certain lack of concern about whether their airplanes looked like anybody else’s.

Post-vaction Update:  The Dornier museum will now also display a Boeing 737, the one hijacked on its way to Frankfurt in 1977, “as a symbol of a free society, undefeated by terror.”

Between flight-related missions, we traveled again to Konstanz, this time via a fast catamaran. Welcomed to the harbor by the statue of Imperia, surely one of the most remarkable pieces of public art anywhere, we faced the choice of visiting the garden island of Mainau close-up, or wandering around the streets gawking at old buildings (connected however to the city’s free WiFi, making tourism even easier).  We chose the latter, and ended our visit with a long-anticipated lunch at Tolle Knolle, a potato-centric restaurant of international repute.

Konstanz also offers the opportunity to walk, or cycle, back-and-forth across the Swiss border, if you haven’t already.  But we would soon be on our way to Basel anyhow . . . .

One more thing about Friedrichshafen. On a walk from our hotel, beyond a shopping center and an apartment building under construction, I was surprised to encounter a big field of corn. A sign nearby listed sister-cities, including Sarajevo; Imperia, Italy . . . and Peoria, Illinois. I suspect that the corn is meant for livestock, or for other uses, like compostable plastics.  We didn’t see so much of it in the markets, but we later saw it growing all along the Rhine valley.

Berlin

We were going to Germany anyway, for a bicycle trip.  How could we skip Berlin? Chock full of recent, relevant history, capital of a country at the crossroads of modern economic and political trends, well served by public transport; described by a former mayor as “poor but sexy”  — we went there near the end of August.

A picture from near the top of the Reichstag dome.
Confronted with a new metropolis, we usually spend most of our time just gawking at buildings from the outside. Berlin is an unusual case when it comes to architecture. For one thing, it’s a new city: the Middle Ages were nearly over before anybody gave much thought to living here. Later, much of the city was destroyed in the Second World War.  After that, there was a lot of real estate without clear ownership, coexisting with great swaths of utilitarian Communist housing. Finally, the disappearance of the Wall left oddly-shaped open spaces.

One smart thing we did was to get the folks from Berlin on Bike to take us around. Our first guide, André Franke, a city planner by trade, showed us a lot of neat stuff that we would have missed otherwise. Then we spent part of another day mostly looking at historical sites.

If you sign up for the tour of the Reichstag, they let you climb up the spiral ramp, all the way to the top of the new see-through dome. The symbolism of this feature is pretty powerful: the populace is explicitly superior to their legislature, and transparency is paramount. Active climate control is built in, too. Plus, the view is pretty good.

For the very best view, we had  a late lunch on another day at the Fernsehturm, East Berlin’s answer to the Space Needle. The reservation is the way to skip the ticket lines and guarantee yourself a good seat, and we found their gluten-free choices online before signing up. In this picture, our hotel would appear near the upper right hand corner:

A picture from the restaurant at Berlin's Fernsehturm.

From near that point, the path of the former “Anti-Fascist Protection Rampart” (billed as keeping out freeloading capitalists) heads across the top of the picture and then just this side of the big green wooded area, the Tiergarten.  West Berlin lay beyond there, as far as Spandau but not so far as Falkensee, bounded by more of East Germany. Today, wherever the route of the wall is not otherwise obscured, it is marked on the ground by a course of bricks set lengthwise in a band of cobblestones.  The Mauerpark, near our hotel, recreates a segment of the Wall’s environment.

In addition to the visible, linear, open-air trace of the former Wall, there are two essential concentrations of historical material.  The first of these is called “Topography of Terror.”  Purpose-built on the site of the original SS headquarters, it’s not just a museum but a “documentation center.” Modern Germany became the country that it is by coming to terms with its past, rather than trying to deny it as another nation might hope to do. It has done so in meticulous detail. The lives and careers of particular figures are carefully documented, alongside official actions and broad social currents.  We are reminded that only when judging the Third Reich did the world first begin to hold individuals accountable for the atrocities of war and genocide. Close by is a monument different in nearly every way, the 4.7 acre Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. This is a place of art instead of analysis, evocative rather than referential.

Hatred of Fascism was intense after the war, and suspicion in East Germany was particularly slow to abate. Those who had fought to defend Marxism were not going to take any chances. The second great repository of totalitarian memorabilia is in the actual former STASI headquarters, near Frankfurter Allee in Lichtenberg. Records and paraphernalia are preserved and displayed here too.  The eavesdropping devices seem quaint, but the methods of coercion have changed little — a target was led to do something wrong, through blackmail or bribery (maybe a chance to get needed medicine or to aid a relative); once the line had been crossed, an informant could protect himself or herself only by continuing to betray others. The actual settings have been preserved — the crisp blond wood paneling we recognized from “The Lives of Others” or the TV series “Weissensee;” the chairs where suspects were asked to sit on their hands,  the medals awarded to the patriot-inquisitors, etc.

If every knock on the door was a threat to the mid-century Berliner, that’s hardly the case for the modern tourist. Now it’s the sound of room service, or one’s clean laundry returning. Our hotel, the i31 (named for its address on Invalidenstrasse) goes ‘way beyond offering the typical complimentary shampoo or sewing kit.  With a deposit, you can borrow, without charge, their pair of electric motor scooters, or an actual sub-compact car.   And every room comes with the free use of a dedicated smartphone, with local information pre-loaded.  I found this particularly “handy”, as my plan to buy a European SIM card for temporary use was thwarted by recent changes in security regulations.

Breakfast at our hotel

In many European hotels, the bar and reception functions have begun to merge.

Before leaving, one more kind of monument needs mentioning, a cross between the art and documentation mentioned above, between enormity and individuality: Stolpersteine, the stumbling-stones that appear now across Europe but clustered in places like Berlin.  Each brass square bears the name, at least, of someone who was taken away, and it is placed at his or her last voluntary dwelling or place of work.

There are, at a recent count, at least 40,000 of these, each (or sometimes, as here, each little group) with a poignant story to tell. Those stories need to be heard, in a world where many are eager to make the same mistakes that Germany once learned from.

This is the Starship Enterprise

ConsoleNo, seriously, this is the actual console from the TV series.  We ambled over to the Museum of Popular Culture, formerly the Experience Music Project, where a surprisingly thoughtful exhibit of gear, wardrobe and cultural notes ends this week with the show’s induction into the Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame.

We chose this week to visit because of an overlapping tribute to the work of Rube Goldberg.  I got movies of a couple of working models of Goldberg-like devices, but the most interesting items were his original drawings.

One non-functioning exhibit reproduced the Enterprise’s teleporter, pictured here:

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December 2016

Most of our news this year is from pretty close to home:curbside

Greetings to all from our newly-remodeled lobby.  The sculpture has been relocated, the furniture has a younger look, colors are somewhat more neutral, and the downstairs bookshelves have given way to a counter for computer users.  There’s also a big new television.

In other building news, this summer saw the advent of our rooftop herb garden, a welcome addition for those of us who like to avoid plastic supermarket packaging but who are too lazy to grow plants on our own balconies. Fortunately, some of our neighbors are really good at this!  We used lots of cilantro, basil, oregano, and even some tarragon.  There were excellent tomatoes that we mostly left for others.  Below is a picture of our roof, with its three little maple trees, from last Fall.

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There’s a bit more news in earlier posts, mostly about cycling, in case you missed them.  We’re planning another bicycle trip in Europe late next summer.

Happy holidays and a bright new year, from Scott and Alex!

Drug culture

Well, marijuana has been legal here for a long time now, so who could resist acquiring some, even if just to say we had?  Alex and I had talked about going shopping together, but I finally took matters into my own hands on a trip back from the library.  There are two licensed shops located fairly conveniently; I chose Herban Legends, on Bell Street a bit north of the Pike Place Market.herbanI was carded inside the door (a big change from the old days, but always flattering for a person of my years). Even without ID you can choose to turn left into the paraphernalia department and acquire cool hemp-themed items; but I entered the dimly-lit drug den itself.  I headed for the comestibles.  A fellow customer asked me if I were a fan of edibles, but the answer is probably that I am just no longer a smoker.

squareI bought a couple of peanutbutter-cup-like items, since that’s what we eat too much of at Halloween.  Another thing that’s changed:  the last time I bought tetrahydrocannabinol, there was little  discussion about organic production or gluten-free ingredients.

The candies were six bucks each, cash. On my way out I met another customer who also offered identification but was just waved through.  I guess maybe he was a regular.

Our other drug-related story involves Los Pollos Hermanos.  Fans of the series Breaking Bad will recognize this as the name of the business that was the front for Gus Fring’s distribution network; but of course the temptation to use it in the non-fiction world has proved irresistible. Some folks have apparently been sued for copyright infringement, for duplicating the logo that appeared on TV; but the trade name would be a different story.

Our local version is a Peruvian/Mexican store and restaurant, just south of the place where we used to eat when we biked to Shoreline. We were already shopping here for things like epazote and the elusive lime Jarritos, even  before we tried out the prepared food.  Days after our first meal the Seattle Times gave the place a glowing review and apparently it was very busy for a while.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe barbecue-style chicken has a most wonderful and distinctive flavor.  The paradox is that the chicken is itself so plump that the sauce has trouble keeping up.

Fall Color

It is not to the Northwest that people flock, for scenes of brilliant Autumn color. Hardwoods colonized the continent starting in the East, and were still scarce in Puget Sound by the time the Old Settlers arrived. At its start, Seattle was unrelievedly green, year-round.

Deciduous trees were imported, mostly for landscaping.  Absolved of the requirement to provide fuel or timber, they were free to be decorative.  They have a lot more flair for shade than our native Douglas Fir and Western Red Cedar.

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An out-of-the-way plaza in Seattle Center

DallasOur big windstorm this October happened before most trees were ready to give up their leaves, so we have had a few additional fine days to enjoy their colors. Here’s a picture of Alex pedaling along Dallas Avenue, our shortcut through the South Park neighborhood. This route skips some of the landmarks on the recommended bike trail, but it provides a chance to stop at Duwamish Waterway Park.

 

fullmoonBig projects sometimes call for big trees. Thirty-fifth Avenue, in Lake City, for example, is lined for half a mile with Raywood Ash trees, like the one that we planted at our old house on Queen Anne Hill.  At the other end of the scale are Japanese Maples, possibly no larger than shrubs, in every shape and color of leaf.  I believe that the ones seen here, on our current rooftop garden, are called “Golden Full Moon.”

larchFinally, as if to contradict what we said earlier, there are some conifers bred in such hostile climes that they, too, have learned to shed their leaves for winter.  These conical yellow trees are larches, caught in downtown’s wonderful Freeway Park.

Westlake

Yesterday we were riding north and discovered that construction is complete on the Westlake Bike Lane, with a dedication ceremony set for tomorrow. I got pictures!

The new Westlake Bike Path, looking south from the Galer Street pedestrian bridge.This view from the Galer Street Pedestrian Overpass shows the new lanes headed south toward downtown.  The lanes end at the Mercer Mess, at the south end of Lake Union Park, while the adjacent Westlake Avenue continues well into tourist country, almost to the southern monorail terminal.  We used this same route for a long time even though it meant dodging cars in a series of linked parking lots — it seemed easier than the hill on nearly-parallel Dexter Avenue.

The project caused concern over loss of parking and disruption to businesses during construction, but improved traffic flow may be worth it.   Most of the accidents along this route over the years were low-speed collisions; but back in 2001, while there were still remnants of railroad tracks, I fell and broke my hip near Boat World.  Piled into a push-cart while Alex rode up to the top of Queen Anne Hill for the car, I had plenty of time to think how pleasant some new asphalt would be.

North toward Fremont from the Galer Street Bridge

The best connections are at the north end of the lanes.  Immediately across the Fremont Bridge, the Burke-Gilman Trail stretches in either direction and links to other regional trail systems.  Go west under the bridge instead and you’re headed along the Ship Canal Trail, and thence either south along Elliott Bay or west to the Ballard Locks and Discovery Park.

Seattle’s weather and topography present some challenges for cyclists, but we’re thankful to the City for effective attempts like this one to encourage human-powered travel.  The counter on the Fremont bridge already shows an average of over three thousand bike trips a day.

December 2015

LobbyWe did manage to get outside a bit (see below), but our biggest achievements this year may have been in the field of televiewing.  We gave up our cable subscription, but with a faster internet connection we are able to watch a lot of regular programming, including getting the BBC World News hours before it is broadcast locally.  And, living within sight of several antennas, we receive the major networks the old-fashioned way, over the air.

TV2What we have done mostly though is watch videos. We do this on the cheap also, since Alex has learned how to get a steady stream of them from the public library, and soon after they are released. Being retired, and no longer expected to engage in water-cooler conversation about recent offerings, we have been happily viewing years-old movies and series that we missed completely while we were living in Mexico and even before.  One of our first projects was to binge-watch the entire run of 30 Rock, for instance.

This strategy has allowed us to watch over 500 theatrical releases in a year.  They weren’t all new — there was the occasional flim noir or neglected classic — but thanks to careful attention to the critics we only “walked out” on a couple of them. This year’s list isn’t available yet, but the names of movies I’ve seen for the prior thirty years or so are available here.

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I guess we’re not entirely couch potatoes: we are again visiting our climbing gym, Vertical World. And a fair amount of kayaking occurred also.

Fall 2015

With an increase in latitude and the occasional rainy day, I had imagined that my cyclist’s tan might begin to fade. That peculiar tan — the very short sleeves but very long shorts, the edges made starker by elastic; the high collar with the plunging neckline; and for the hairless, the topping of Klingon stripes left by the helmet. But neither time nor high-octane sunscreen shows much effect. Fortunately I am seldom called upon to appear in bathing attire, and then it’s usually with a drysuit as well.
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Another surprise: the blackberries bloomed really early, but then we waited and waited for the bumblebees to arrive to pollinate them. I’m not sure I’ve found two dozen of the burly bees the whole summer, and those from only two of the four species that we used to see regularly. By some miracle there was a big crop of blackberries anyway — plus the best thimbleberries ever. I don’t know how to account for this, but I sure would like to see the bees again.