Pimp my Fahrrad



I promise I will stop using the work pimp in my post titles, but this title of a german mtv spinoff of the american show was too good to pass up.

I keep getting lost at this conference. It's so huge that it's impossible to find the talks that actually interest you, and I barely see my "colleagues" (heh...I have colleagues.) from the U of T. Literally, I hardly see them, because I keep forgetting my glasses at the hotel, and all this code-writing has seriously fucked up my eyes.

Anyways, since I suck at networking and really don't like going out to dinner with my supervisor and his entourage, I pretty much do my own thing. But that's ok, because I love Vienna, and I'm pretty sure Vienna loves me.

I need to stop dissing on this conference, because it's done 2 great things for me, aside from the obvious getting-me-to-vienna-for-free:
(a) they give every attendee a free subway pass, and thus, power to get anywhere in the GVA. for free.
(b) they serve free wine (fantastic local gruener veltliner) every night in the poster hall.

So right now I'm sitting outside the conference hall, on a field covered in daisies and daffodils, with my plastic cup of wine, listening to music and chilling in the evening breeze, and I can't believe this is my life. There is this bizarre black cube of a building in the middle of the campus of the Austria Center, with a big white cross on one side, and a strange rack of bells outside. It looks like a strange alien pod, but tt is a catholic chapel, unabashedly calling all the movers and shakers who convene for important things here, to mass 4 nights a week. Cool.

I got this neat postcard at the Wien KunstHalle:

Posted: Wed - April 27, 2005 at 07:06 PM        

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