I remember that turning 30 was not a big deal. I celebrated with Hannes (Whose birthday is the day after mine) in the cellar where I rehearse. We invited lots of friends and sang karaoke. Queen of the night was Felicia, my former Italian-flatmate who secretly got drunk before the party.
The fact that that day I moved from the age group of the people in their 20’s to the one in their 30’s did not seem to affect me. However, turning 31 was different; I had no close friend in Nicaragua and had no birthday party.
Some weeks ago I went to a store to buy body lotion. After taking a look to the dozens of products, one special bottle gained my attention. The singularity of it laid on two specific words written on its label “Anti-Ageing”. I bought it immediately.
Since I was a child I love reading whatever it’s written on packages. The best thing during the breakfast was to read all sides of the cereal box. Reading the stuff written on a McDonalds’ Happy Meal rocked, and I still enjoy reading menus every time I visit a restaurant - I actually read the entire menu.
The last paragraph is actually the introduction to this: When I got home with my new body-lotion, the first thing I did was to read the lotion’s package. I found the information I was looking for, it read something like this “Beginning with 30, the skin stops producing…”. I am in this age group, meaning my skin surely stopped producing that thing. Buying that anti-ageing cream was surely one of the best decisions I’ve made this month.
Hannes laughed at me by saying my new body-lotion is against cellulite (and this would be extremely gay). I don’t think that the lotion is for fighting cellulite, but in the instructions, it is indicated to use it also in the thighs and on the butt. The remaining question is: am I metro-sexual or am I only afraid of getting old, or are both interrelated?
P.S. I can't remember if I already used this new pic on my profile...
domingo, 30 de mayo de 2010
miércoles, 19 de mayo de 2010
Verena, Hannes and Oscar had dinner together
Last summer my brother Tomás was in Innsbruck for two months. We once attended an event in which an art catalogue was presented; the catalogue’s title was sumotwister, and it was a bout a series of jam sessions in Tirol. I also participated with music, a video and a light installation. That night Lissie (a friend of ours) and her band ALM performed at the venue. The experimental architect group columbosnext was ther as well, one of their members, Ekki, made a phantastic drawing of my brother and me in AutoCad
After the gig, my brother and I talked about our favourite subject: Food. A subtopic was how the ideas and experiences of a cook are communicated to other people using eatable ingredients. Tomás changed by view on eating by introducing the senses into our conversation. He told me something I never paid attention to…
It’s known that we all use eyes, nose and tongue when enjoying our meals, but that night Tomás enhanced this list by telling me that eating food with bare hands also involved the sense of touch. In that moment I remembered the feeling of my fingers while holding a hot and moist burrito, the peeling-like feeling of grabbing a tortilla chip with salt; the greasy and hot feeling of a fried gordita (tortilla filled with mashed potatoes), the wet freshness of ceviche (in lime-juice marinated raw-fish on tortilla chips) and the feeling of having flour particles on your fingertips while enjoying a Mexican torta (fresh white bread sandwich).
In honour to that conversation I prepared cheese-burgers for Verena and Hannes tonight. The recipe was the following: I grilled halloumi (a greek cheese which does not melt) with onion rings and placed them on white rolls toasted with butter. I topped that with top-Austrian Mustard (Lustenau), organic-ketchup, mini-pickles (Staud’s), Italian cherry tomatoes, lettuce leaves and home-made chipotle (I got them in Chihuahua and they are great!).
We drank many glasses of white wine with our delicious burgers.
P.S. Chipotle is a jalapeño pepper, which is harvested ripe (when red), dried, smoked and then pickled with vinegar and onions.
P.S. 2. The profile pic is the one made with AutoCad by Ekki. If you click on the columbosnext-link you can see a big picture, Tomás and I are in that picture, but one can not really see us
After the gig, my brother and I talked about our favourite subject: Food. A subtopic was how the ideas and experiences of a cook are communicated to other people using eatable ingredients. Tomás changed by view on eating by introducing the senses into our conversation. He told me something I never paid attention to…
It’s known that we all use eyes, nose and tongue when enjoying our meals, but that night Tomás enhanced this list by telling me that eating food with bare hands also involved the sense of touch. In that moment I remembered the feeling of my fingers while holding a hot and moist burrito, the peeling-like feeling of grabbing a tortilla chip with salt; the greasy and hot feeling of a fried gordita (tortilla filled with mashed potatoes), the wet freshness of ceviche (in lime-juice marinated raw-fish on tortilla chips) and the feeling of having flour particles on your fingertips while enjoying a Mexican torta (fresh white bread sandwich).
In honour to that conversation I prepared cheese-burgers for Verena and Hannes tonight. The recipe was the following: I grilled halloumi (a greek cheese which does not melt) with onion rings and placed them on white rolls toasted with butter. I topped that with top-Austrian Mustard (Lustenau), organic-ketchup, mini-pickles (Staud’s), Italian cherry tomatoes, lettuce leaves and home-made chipotle (I got them in Chihuahua and they are great!).
We drank many glasses of white wine with our delicious burgers.
P.S. Chipotle is a jalapeño pepper, which is harvested ripe (when red), dried, smoked and then pickled with vinegar and onions.
P.S. 2. The profile pic is the one made with AutoCad by Ekki. If you click on the columbosnext-link you can see a big picture, Tomás and I are in that picture, but one can not really see us
martes, 11 de mayo de 2010
a los gurkos short story
For the last three weeks I have been working 12 hours a day: 8 hours in the office (to get money) and 4 hours home (to screen films from other people).
Six years ago, in 2005, Hannes, Stefan and I were guests of a short film festival in which we submitted a film. We had our own table and a bottle of red wine. The screening went on, but they never showed ours. We were so devastated that we decided to start our own festival. 15 days later the first “Los Gurkos Short Film Festival” took place in Prometheus, a bar in Innsbruck. Even though it was Sunday, 40 people came.
In 2006, Patrizia and Anita took over the project and organised a second festival at the University, they named it “Schnitte” (“cuts” in English). In 2007 we hosted the festival in the PMK (a cultural platform) for the first time we had more than 100 guests.
The International Film Festival Innsbruck invited us in 2008 to screen our selection of shorts during their festival…in a cinema theatre!
In 2009 year we broke our record with guests, almost 150, but we had a gigantic problem: There was no sound in the cinema! Hannes went home a picked up cables, then drove to a technician and got a new sound-mixer but nothing helped. We and 130 people had to cross the city and headed to the PMK to see the short films. In July that year we also screen the winner films at a summer-cinema to a total of 2000 people.
The film festival is a small team of hard working people who work without salary for roughly 5 months. Our only goal is to host the only short-film festival in Tirol. We are doing good and I think lots of people like our festival.
The team: Sarah, Anita, Patrizia, Verena, Hannes, Lisa, Theresa and me. Isabella and the other Hannes will join us soon…
Six years ago, in 2005, Hannes, Stefan and I were guests of a short film festival in which we submitted a film. We had our own table and a bottle of red wine. The screening went on, but they never showed ours. We were so devastated that we decided to start our own festival. 15 days later the first “Los Gurkos Short Film Festival” took place in Prometheus, a bar in Innsbruck. Even though it was Sunday, 40 people came.
In 2006, Patrizia and Anita took over the project and organised a second festival at the University, they named it “Schnitte” (“cuts” in English). In 2007 we hosted the festival in the PMK (a cultural platform) for the first time we had more than 100 guests.
The International Film Festival Innsbruck invited us in 2008 to screen our selection of shorts during their festival…in a cinema theatre!
In 2009 year we broke our record with guests, almost 150, but we had a gigantic problem: There was no sound in the cinema! Hannes went home a picked up cables, then drove to a technician and got a new sound-mixer but nothing helped. We and 130 people had to cross the city and headed to the PMK to see the short films. In July that year we also screen the winner films at a summer-cinema to a total of 2000 people.
The film festival is a small team of hard working people who work without salary for roughly 5 months. Our only goal is to host the only short-film festival in Tirol. We are doing good and I think lots of people like our festival.
The team: Sarah, Anita, Patrizia, Verena, Hannes, Lisa, Theresa and me. Isabella and the other Hannes will join us soon…
domingo, 2 de mayo de 2010
this is a narrated photo-album
Tanja told me some weeks ago that I should have chosen another website for my blog since this one is not suitable to show pictures; actually, I never intended to add pics to my blogs, but today I will describe my sister’s wedding day using pictures. You can either read all the text and watch the entire album using this link, or read the pictures’ description on the blog and watch the photograph simultaneously using the links at the end of each description. I hope you enjoy these moments as much as I did.
Hannes is not only my best Austrian friend, but he is also a sort of adopted family member. Since Hannes could’t travel to the wedding, he sent Tita a heavy present (PIC 1).
In the box there was a letter and nearly five kilos of “mignon Schnitte”, which are layers of wafers and hazelnut-crème, covered with milk-chocolate. They are like the pimped version of a Kit Kat, and are also Tita’s favourites (PIC 2).
This is me in my room. The people in Innsbruck, you may recognize the baettle-poster. I am holding the biggest Mojito I’ve ever prepared. I shared this cocktail-pitcher with my mom and my brother; but my mom only had one small glass, because she doesn’t drink alcohol (PIC 3).
This is my little sister just before the make-up session (PIC 4).
The woman doing the make-up told me Tita was a very calmed bride; she neither cried nor shouted! (PIC 5)
Here you can see how the hair dresser converted Tita’s straight hair into nice curls (PIC 6)
If you follow my blog, you will remember that I got pretty emotional buttoning Tita’s dress. I didn’t cry, but almost (PIC 6b)
Here you can see the hair-dresser’s final product. On the mirror the full haircut is reflected (PIC 7)
Tomás and I were men wearing black (PIC 8)
The day before the wedding I saw “Taxi driver” and this photo is strongly influenced by it …Are you talking to me? (PIC 9)
A wonderful image of my little sister an my lovely mom (PIC 10)
I love this picture since it shows how relaxed my sister was one hour before the wedding. It stopped raining and everything went perfectly well. Tita, Víctor and everyone else were glad and calmed, just as Tita in this image (PIC 11).
This is Víctor, Tita’s husband (PIC 12)
Luis Rubén is a common friend of Víctor and me. He was the one who took Víctor to my home for the first time so he could see Tita (PIC 13).
Luis Rubén was also the wedding’s driver; he drove the couple to the Cathedral, just after they stepped down fro the car, my mom fixed the last details (PIC 14).
This is Daniel, the son of my cousin Carlos Scott and Laura, his lovely wife (PIC 15)
If you are in Facebook you may know Alejandro a.k.a. Spiderman from my current profile picture (PIC 17).
The main three people in this picture are my mom, Tita and my father. You can also see Carla, my cousin, holding the bridal bouquet besides her husband Albino, the Spaniard. On the foreground one can see my godmother Martina and her son (my cousin) Mario (PIC 18).
This is Victoria, Daniel’s sister. After Tita, she had the best dress that day. She looked just like a fairy! (PIC 19)
After the church, we went for “elotes”. Elotes are maize kernels on a glass with lime juice, salt, chilli powder, butter and topped with shredded cheese (PIC 20).
I took this picture at the wedding party, when Tita and Víctor danced their first waltz as a married couple (PIC 21).
If you want to see all pictures as a dia-show, use this link. And on my new profil picture you can see my mom and me.
Un abrazo grande,
Oscar
Hannes is not only my best Austrian friend, but he is also a sort of adopted family member. Since Hannes could’t travel to the wedding, he sent Tita a heavy present (PIC 1).
In the box there was a letter and nearly five kilos of “mignon Schnitte”, which are layers of wafers and hazelnut-crème, covered with milk-chocolate. They are like the pimped version of a Kit Kat, and are also Tita’s favourites (PIC 2).
This is me in my room. The people in Innsbruck, you may recognize the baettle-poster. I am holding the biggest Mojito I’ve ever prepared. I shared this cocktail-pitcher with my mom and my brother; but my mom only had one small glass, because she doesn’t drink alcohol (PIC 3).
This is my little sister just before the make-up session (PIC 4).
The woman doing the make-up told me Tita was a very calmed bride; she neither cried nor shouted! (PIC 5)
Here you can see how the hair dresser converted Tita’s straight hair into nice curls (PIC 6)
If you follow my blog, you will remember that I got pretty emotional buttoning Tita’s dress. I didn’t cry, but almost (PIC 6b)
Here you can see the hair-dresser’s final product. On the mirror the full haircut is reflected (PIC 7)
Tomás and I were men wearing black (PIC 8)
The day before the wedding I saw “Taxi driver” and this photo is strongly influenced by it …Are you talking to me? (PIC 9)
A wonderful image of my little sister an my lovely mom (PIC 10)
I love this picture since it shows how relaxed my sister was one hour before the wedding. It stopped raining and everything went perfectly well. Tita, Víctor and everyone else were glad and calmed, just as Tita in this image (PIC 11).
This is Víctor, Tita’s husband (PIC 12)
Luis Rubén is a common friend of Víctor and me. He was the one who took Víctor to my home for the first time so he could see Tita (PIC 13).
Luis Rubén was also the wedding’s driver; he drove the couple to the Cathedral, just after they stepped down fro the car, my mom fixed the last details (PIC 14).
This is Daniel, the son of my cousin Carlos Scott and Laura, his lovely wife (PIC 15)
If you are in Facebook you may know Alejandro a.k.a. Spiderman from my current profile picture (PIC 17).
The main three people in this picture are my mom, Tita and my father. You can also see Carla, my cousin, holding the bridal bouquet besides her husband Albino, the Spaniard. On the foreground one can see my godmother Martina and her son (my cousin) Mario (PIC 18).
This is Victoria, Daniel’s sister. After Tita, she had the best dress that day. She looked just like a fairy! (PIC 19)
After the church, we went for “elotes”. Elotes are maize kernels on a glass with lime juice, salt, chilli powder, butter and topped with shredded cheese (PIC 20).
I took this picture at the wedding party, when Tita and Víctor danced their first waltz as a married couple (PIC 21).
If you want to see all pictures as a dia-show, use this link. And on my new profil picture you can see my mom and me.
Un abrazo grande,
Oscar
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