inching towards october

Taking a cue from a challenge that artist John Vernon Lord set for himself in 2016 to create a miniature illustration every day of the calendar year that fit in a little, standard square, we’re doing the same for this month—maybe longer. Just for fun, but it’s also a good daily practise to keep up with other things—like keeping one’s diary and other routines and resolutions—that we tend to let slip away. Here are our first four. How would you finish out the week?

moscow mueller

None of these Trump cocktails from McSweeney’s contributors Wendy Aarons and Mariana Olenko seem for anyone but your sturdiest of drinkers and may not be so effective for drowning one’s sorrows but the menu (both instalments) is certainly worth checking out. We especially liked The Harvey Wallbuilder: vodka, orange juice and Galliano l’Autentico, garnished with an IOU from Mexico—though now we’ve graduated to Impeachment & Cream.

shibuya-kei

Via Open Culture, we are treated to the musical stylings of Mariya Takeuchi through the algorithm-driven revival of her 1985 pop hit, Plastic Love. Though this one reflective number on the nature of foibles and superficiality which typifies the sub-genre of City Pop (シティーポップ) might be the engine introducing Ms Takeuchi to a new generation of listeners, she has a musical career that stretches from the late seventies to the present with some twelve studio albums and many compilations, covers and singles, including “Now,” given English lyrics and recorded by The Carpenters.

tag der deutschen einheit

To meditate a bit on Reunification Day, I went to the next village over, Hermannsfeld (previously), the first settlement just across the former border and visited the preserved ruin of a patrol tower (Grenzturm—elsewhere) and peace Cross (Weltfriedenskreuz—the inset lettering reads “may peace reign”) erected a top the Dachsberg.
Though surely not unsafe but surprisingly accessible, I was discouraged—owning to the fact that was by myself—from exploring too deep into the sublevel and it the tower itself, there was a chronology of World War II and DDR-Zeit and one could go up higher in the tower but again—out of caution, I didn’t think I could manage the heavy hatch and balance myself on the stairs, so I just peeked inside.
The Day of German Unity (Tag der Deutschen Einheit—not really the commemoration of der Deutsche Wiedervereinigung, though sometimes used interchangeably especially as a political signal like referring to the former East collectively as die neue Bundesländer, as goal had been realised previously) marks the formal accession to the terms of agreement in 1990.
Alternatives for the holiday were considered including the fall of the Berlin Wall in November of the previous year, but as that momentous event coincided with the German Fateful Day, marking a host of dreadful and pivotal happenings, this other administrative occasion was selected instead.