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headingalaxys-spicy · 6 days

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I'd love to see Finland 🇫🇮, Denmark 🇩🇰, and/or Spain 🇪🇸 with a reader who just got her first book published, a non fiction book wanting to help people through loss. Please and thank you! 💖💖

Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy this one. I tried to make it as heartfelt as possible!

🇩🇰 Denmark 🇩🇰

You’d been staring at the computer screen until you heard some footsteps racing up your stairs. It only took you two seconds to figure out who the foot pattern belonged to.

“Y/N! Y/N! IT’S ME! LET ME IN! I HEARD- I SAW THE NEWS! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!”

From being still like an Edvard Erikson statue to your movement becoming fluid like water, you practically sprinted to your door. Once you opened the door to greet him, you were engulfed by the mid-afternoon air and muscles sculpted in the northern frost. Mathias had you caged in a bear hug and spun you around several times until you were dizzy.

“You did it y/n! You did it! I told you that simply going for it was a good idea!”

“Haha thanks Mathias!” You were choked up with laughter and relief.

Mathias carried you to your living room. You were kind of shaky, but you still couldn’t believe you followed through and finished. Your heart fluttered with joy, and you were glad to be done.

“I knew you had that spark!” He sat you down so he could inspect your face. You still had heavy bags that sat beneath your eyes. They bore the weight of all the emotions you poured out while you wrote. You swam into the depths of your soul so you could inspect its contents. The jagged rocks that lurked in the darkened waters represented all of the heartaches you’ve ever had to overcome. However sharp, it at least did not cause you to become bitter. The journeys you go through when your heart shatters under the heavy pressuring weight in the ocean of sorrow. Thinking about writing about your experiences with the ocean made tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Mathias quickly wiped away your tears as soon as they began their dissent. His bright blue hues intertwined with your darkened (eye color) that was being affected by a storm that was brewing in the distance. Mathias will share his sweet words to try to ease the incoming storm.

He’s going to plan a fun night to help you decompress from the stress of publishing a book that requires emotional energy.

He’ll want to take you to Tivoli Gardens. The number of jokes will be high because his goal for the night will be to ensure you have an amazing night. He will grab your arm and….

“OOOOOOH! Y/N! Y/N! LETS GO ON ‘THE GALLEY SHIPS AND PRETEND WE’RE VIKINGS!” He’d already bought both of you 5ft long glow sticks so you could have a sword fight there and on the way to other rides. He playfully booped your nose and forehead and slapped your legs and arms playfully with his bright ice-blue stick. You occasionally parry his offenses with your cherry-red glow stick.

Some will raise their eyebrows at his saccharine silliness. It painted the sky shades of deep pinks & reds and decorated it with vibrant flowers.

After that, he’ll escort you to the Star Flyer. He wanted the day to be fun and like a fairytale, and what better way to do that than to be on high swinging chairs? He grabs ice cream with you on your way there. You allow yourself to be fully immersed in the cotton candy daydream bubble that you were in for a while. It’s not like you got to be here often so what would the rush be?

Mathias’ bright smile seemed to have stolen a few beams of sun so that you could radiate sunlight right from his perfect teeth. He happily skips along as he thwacks you one more time gently on top of your head.

“Come on Y/N let’s hurry! Last one there loses!” He dashes off with a swift head start.

Once you’ve made it to the swings and prepared for take-off, you knew you wouldn’t have a voice. You knew you’d lose the ability to speak by the time you were done screaming your head off. Mathias adored screaming while being spun high in the air. He was like a happy Broholmer who had way too much caffeine.

As you descend back to earth, Matthias will grab your hand and decide which attraction you want to visit next. You pick a rollercoaster. You wanted to be alive! You felt alive!

Mathias will deliver when it comes to the best rides that keep you interested. The rest of the evening will be magical. He’ll show you all the best rides to suit your inner adrenaline junkie. You’ll wander around the park for a little while as you’ve been struck by the fantasy haze that has bright pastel yellows, purples, and blues.

🇫🇮 Finland 🇫🇮

He sent you a text to come over on Saturday morning for a fun get-together. He knew you well enough to make your favorite meals & snacks. Tino will have your favorite movies on DVD and have an aesthetically pleasing 500-piece puzzle for you to solve. He knows you tend to be overwhelmed about incoming critic reviews & to some extent what others think. However, Tino was ready for that. He knew your gentle heart well.

You were around the corner from Tino’s place when your heart began to pump insanely quick. Your palms were sweaty and you’d forgotten to text that you were on the way. This hangout was the only way you’d be able to distract yourself. Your publishing company dropped your book physically in shops, online, and for a Netflix exclusive content that would be read against a soothing star lit background. It had only been out for three hours or so and public opinion was beginning to pour in.

‘What if what they think what I wrote is dumb?’

‘What if it doesn’t make sense or is gibberish to those who read it?’

‘What if people think it’s too sappy?’

You pulled out your phone to check the time. It had been only a short while since the announcement was dropped. The IG post had hundreds of comments and thousands of likes. However you still hesitated at looking at the comment section even with the thousands of likes.

‘What if they’re all hate comments?’ Was another worried question that had crossed your mind. But you were eager to see what people were saying and the first impressions of your book. As you were about to jump down the rabbit hole a familiar voice dragged you back into the physical reality.

“Y/N! Y/N! Why are you just standing there staring at your phone? Come in before you & the (favorite hot comfort food) gets cold!” The cheer and warmth in his voice beckoned to you. As you pried your eyes away from your phone it remained in your hand. You dashed towards the door to greet him and hand him the wine you’d bought for him. You knew it was customary to treat your host with a nice gift of sorts when you visited them.

You were glad to see Tino. You needed him to help you stave off he rabid thoughts that the earned to devour you.

“Thanks Y/N. I have some cute bunny slippers for you. Now you can really be cozy whenever you’re at my home.” He exidely hands you the soft slippers with large ears that pointed up to 90 degrees. The beady eyes had a pristine shine to them.

“You’re too sweet thanks Tino.~” You slipped them on immediately after you took your shoes off. The plushy fabric supported you as you followed him inside. Something about being in Tino’s home always put you at ease. Tino swiftly grabs your hand and rushes to the dining room. He was eager to show you the elaborate brunch spread he’d made.

It was decorated with cookies, danishes, munkki (donut thing) & Lakiaispulla.

“Wow this looks amazing!”

“Well you did just do something amazing. You finally published your book you’d been working on for a few years now!”

He’ll pamper you in sweet ways for the entire weekend. He will have loosely made plans than can be flexible depending on your mood. Things like going to all the best small cafés, museums and hidden places that only he knows about.

Of course you’ll be taken to the sauna so the tension from your nerves can be eased. He will give you soothing massages to boot.

“Can’t write well if your back is all bent out of shape!”

While indulging in the epic spread that he’s crafted you’ll find yourself getting lost on the train viewing broadcasts that are popular in Finland. From the beautiful bustling cities of Finland that looked like an iridescent daydreams come to life to the lush forests with peaceful wildlife you couldn’t help but soak in the tranquility of this life. You allowed to to engulf your senses. Your notifications blaring from your phone brought you back into your more chaotic reality.

‘Did they hate what you wrote?’

‘Was all that was there absolute nonsense?’

The questions began to buzz in your mind like bees beginning to wake from a winter slumber. Your heart pace picked up and you’d stopped responding to Tino when he asked you about….

“Y/N!” His voice cut through the loud buzzing in your ears. You weren’t accustomed to him raising his voice in such a manner. You braced yourself for a more intensive outburst. That fear was extinguished when you felt him remove some of the hair that had fallen onto your face. Tino placed a supportive hand on your shoulder.

“Y\N want to talk about it over a drink?” His sweet smile was reassuring. It acted as an intoxicating smoke that soothed the bees eating away at your ears filled with doubt. Tino knows that you’re stressed and will listen to your woes about writing a book about loss. Pouring out your soul was no easy task. To put it out there for others to judge was on a whole other level of vulnerable. He wanted to help you carry the hefty burdens of the heart.

“Yes, let’s Tino.”

🇪🇸 Spain 🇪🇸

He’s simply excited that you’d managed to publish your book despite all the hell you had to go through in order to do so. The plethora of late nights, numerous meetings with your editor, you even consulted a few behavioral therapist and ones that specialized in grief management assisted you in producing your narrative in a constructive manner. You were meticulous in how you crafted your narrative.

Antonio for awhile believed that you’d been forced to take extra work at your daytime job for awhile. He’d always swung by your apartment to see if you wanted to have a late lunch/ early dinner or have an extended siesta relaxing in the sun. At first he wasn’t concerned when you declined to hang out with him the first few times. His worry began when you’d avoided him for 4 months straight.

Sweat was pouring down his temples when he reached your door. Had you been in the middle of a major crisis and he simply failed to notice? Why had you not come to him? Questions like this swirled in his mind until you answered the door to let him in.

“Antonio?” You say in a groggy voice.

“Y/N!” He practically tackled you off the ground. He kept you standing inches away from your carpeted floor. His strong calves, back, and arms he developed from his many nights of salsa dancing to bull wrangling bulls, his well maintained body steadied yours in midair. You were light as a feather. As his brilliant shimmering greens connected to yours he saw the bags that had formed under your eyes. He noticed that your skill was missing its usual bright glow. He also felt that you were lighter than you should have been.

“Mi amigo(o)… ¿Qué paso? (My friend what happened?)

He removed some of the hair that had flown into your eyes during your dissent to the ground.

“I’ve finally sent off my completed manuscript to my publisher.” You say in an exhausted tone. You’d been up for the past 48 hours in order to meet your deadline.

Antonio playfully picks you up bridal style and carries you back into your apartment.

“Come! Let me make you breakfast with churros. It’s time to celebrate!” His intoxicating sunshine spread warmth and energy through your body and soul. You needed this after being in the frigid depths of your soul collecting fragments of pain, tears, and shells of your former selves to gain insight and perspective. The journey to the emotional depths below left you exhausted and burning low.

“It must have been a long trip exploring the dark parts of your soul huh Y\N?”

He’s going to want to make sure you have nothing but food, fun, and relaxation. There was no better place to do that than Donostia-San Sebastian. The picturesque beaches, blue skies, and magical city that had bright lavender stars that twinkled at night. Prepare to have the best red wine from La Rioja region and all the best food from the Pintxo tours. What a better way to shake your sorrows than with food and booze.

Antonio popped in one of his breakfast churros as he patiently waited for you to pick your pinchos for the evening. He adored the way life flooded back into your (color) eyes as you gleefully sipped on some Txakoli wine. It was sweet and refreshing just like this whole impromptu trip for you to celebrate the completion of your book. He looked at the small bites that he’d like to share with you just in case there was something you hadn’t tried yet.

“How does it feel?”

“To be done? Amazing. I didn’t actually think I was going to get it done. All things considered… and with all the obstacles in my way… I never thought I would have…”

“The ability to do amazing things? Like have your book be on top 10 trending?” He shows you his phone on one of the top book vendor websites and your book managed to steal the #8 spot.

You chuckle as his big goofy grin. It soon changed into a bright toothy smile that was carved from proclean made from the God of the sun.

A smile reaches your own face when you realize that you had solid confirmation that your suffering was paying off.

For the longest time you’d been wading through the open sea. The intense feelings of grief you sifted through without a paddle. It had been chucked away as your heart inter-mingled with the familiar feelings of desperation, despair, and being agonized and eaten alive by feelings of inadequacy.

Antonio boooed your nose to bring you back to the present shoreline with him. Your bubble of loneliness had busted by the fresh Txangurro that was quickly approaching your lips. The crisp cool delicate crab meat tantalized your tastebuds. You couldn’t help but allow your senses to be soothed by the sensational food from the sea.

“You’re cute when you’ve had a chance to relax.” He poked at your cheek as you chewed. You weren’t able to hid your blush that rushed across your face like a raging wildfire.

“Thanks.” You smile at him in return.

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws #hetalia x reader #hetalia fluff #x reader #hws spain #hws finland #hws denmark #hetalia fanfiction writer #hetalia fanfiction writers #ヘタリア world stars #ヘタリア #headingalaxys #headingalaxys sweet #headingalaxys writes stuff

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mariacallous · 2 years

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When Democrat Pat Ryan got elected to New York’s 19th – a largely rural district in upstate New York that swung for Trump in 2016 and only narrowly elected Biden in 2020 – people were surprised.

His contender in the August special election, Marc Molinaro, was a well-known local politician who entered the political arena when he was just 18, becoming the mayor of Tivoli, which is in the district, at 19. Molinaro was the favorite to win: leading in the polls, by as much as 10 points, right up to the moment Ryan claimed victory.

The special election was watched with bated breath, as a tight race in a swing seat that could be a harbinger in the midterm elections, where Democrats are fighting to keep a slim House majority come November. Now, people are looking at Ryan’s campaign as a political playbook for how to win other tight races across the country.

Many credit Ryan’s win to seizing the political moment around the fierce fight for abortion rights in the US.

Just hours after the constitutional right to abortion was dismantled by the US supreme court on 24 June, Ryan, a US army vet, released a campaign ad making his stance clear. In a surprising twist, the video tied his military service to the attack on abortion.

“How can we be a free country if the government tries to control women’s bodies? That’s not the country I fought to defend,” he said in the ad.

It was a much-needed balm at a time when the Democratic party was being criticized at the national level for lacking a sense of urgency in responding to the fall of Roe v Wade, the landmark decision that had protected abortion rights in the US for several generations.

“I think what is missing in our politics right now is just speaking from the heart, rather than poll testing,” Ryan told the Guardian when asked why he thought that message on abortion resonated.

Then, a few months into Ryan’s campaign, the Republican senator Lindsey Graham introduced a bill that would ban abortion at the national level, after 15 weeks. The bill never would have had enough support to pass, but it didn’t matter: after months of the Republicans saying abortion rights should be put to the states, Graham appeared to have revealed his party’s hand in pushing for a national crackdown.

“They showed themselves to be extremists. Suddenly, we saw the new Republican platform was wanting to criminalize abortions at the national level,” said Ryan.

His special election win gives him just a few months representing New York’s 19th before he has to run again in the midterms. And the abortion message is one he continues to campaign on.

“There was just another set of horrific reporting out of Ohio, where at least two teenage women under the age of 18 were raped and forced to fly to other states, just to get reproductive health care. That’s just as barbaric. And that’s not who we are as a country,” he said.

Adding that he thinks the Democrats will hold the house and the Senate, he continued: “We absolutely have to restore those decisions back to women, and away from politicians, frankly.”

Ryan just introduced a bill to make abortion medication legal at the national level. If it passes, it will undermine states’ attempts to ban abortion, considering that more than half of US abortions are completed using medication.

His pledge is again a foil to the national party’s mostly lackluster attempts to curtail the destruction of abortion rights across the US, with Joe Biden’s own abortion bill coming under fire precisely because it failed to make it easier for Americans to access abortion pills.

It may seem strange that a candidate like Ryan – who wants to pass gun control laws, raise taxes on the wealthy and make abortion pills nationally accessible – would win in a district that elected Trump.

But it’s the way he ties together seemingly progressive ideals under the banner of freedom that seems to resonate. He talks about seeing voters in his own district on the campaign trail. Whether in some of the most rural and conservative parts of his district, at events with small business owners, or speaking to younger people, he says abortion rights came up over and over.

So to him, the playbook is simple.

“All we have to do is show Americans that we understand how existential this fight is. The fight for reproductive freedom; for voting rights; the fight against gun violence; the fight for our democracy. We need to draw attention to how un-American it is to take away these freedoms,” said Ryan.

Does he feel it is contradictory, to stand for the rights of American women, or children at threat of being gunned down in American schools, when he participated in a war and occupation that led to the deaths of tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians?

“I have said publicly that the decision to go to war in Iraq and the way we conducted it – there’s an awful lot we should have done better,” he said.

“I personally had to wrestle with seeing my fellow soldiers and innocent civilians – whom I had built relationships with – put at risk. Seeing war very close and personally, you see the darkest and the most evil in human nature come forward. We need people in Congress who understand the seriousness of sending our young men and women into combat. War has to be our absolute last resort,” he said.

And with this call for unity he hopes he can win in November.

“We’re so divided. And for a long time politicians have pitted people against each other, but we showed in the special election that we can take so-called ‘wedge issues’ and remind people that we actually share these values in common – things like reproductive freedom. This is a moment where we have to be clear-eyed about the stakes,” he says.

“Authenticity, and just being a normal human being – that is something that is in short supply right now in our politics.”

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bamboomusiclist · 2 months

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3/12 おはようございます。 Georgia Gibbs / Swinging with Her Nibs Mg20170 等更新しました。

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ukdamo · 4 months

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The Fountains at Villa D'Este, Tivoli

Cirilo Bautista

As if he owned the ocean. Here, one man’s dream explodes in water, carved in splashing splendour by lion teeth, angel mouth, breasts of virgins that do not rest. Day and night the liquid sizzles, channelling the dream from terrace to terrace, from stone to stone, till it gathers to a pool that caresses the fish. My brain swims with the fish as they trace their antique silence to a thousand spouts and fountains, then back to the pool again…. One dies again, also, bursting through the skin, and flings his wingless wars to the sun, broken and raining sadness on the soul; but just for a moment, like spumes in air, or the swing of swans to shore, no longer, no better. Bodies bloom and reel in space, juggled and spun by light, by water, to flash a brilliance, no longer, no better. Was this what he thought, he who planned the garden of his mind, to freeze that brilliance? Did he, in despair, command the water to move his mind to each crevice, each pool, each silent sibilance, each flowing, each song of many endings, each murmur, while he slept, as if he owned the ocean?

#poetry #cirilo bautista #tivoli #fountains #water #life #dream #evanescence

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thepercy6andtheradicalsabbatical · 10 months

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Tívoli part 1-

Today was another big day the kids had been looking forward to: the day we were going to the Tivoli amusement park! All slept well overnight and awoke late thanks to sleeping in our pods and some good dark curtains in the hostel. We went on short runs then enjoyed some breakfast in our rooftop kitchen before heading out to Tivoli to find…a pretty long line outside waiting to get in...Becca was sure to tell the children that this was the primary activity when visiting a theme park: standing in lines. Thankfully, the line moved quickly and we got inside and bought unlimited ride wristbands (Becca talked Matt out of the “unlimited rides plus” package which would’ve included the haunted house as well as all ride photos). The first ride we did was one of those spinning swing rides which was a little spicy in one section thanks to dangling legs getting swung fairly close to the wood control booth. Thankfully, no limbs were lost. After that we did a semi-creepy "small world" style ride based on Hans Christian Andersen fairy tales. From there we were off and running enjoying all variety of rides (and lines!). Each person’s favorite thing about Tivoli was as below:

-Buggy: the mountain roller coaster (the famous old roller coaster that a still has a brakeman in the car with you and featured a lot of “air time” as described in the review we read the night before…Matt’s stomach agreed)

-Oli: “the whole thing”-

Becca: “my kids having fun” (said with her “we better not go to an amusement park again for a while” tone/look)

-Emily: “I don’t know, it’s all fun…(said with pre-teen “leave me alone, so I can read dad” voice)

-Henry: The mine ride (a water/log ride where there was a small drop where you went through a waterfall...with water turned off at the last second before you passed through)

-Matt: the ride where you pulled yourself up with a rope assist then let go and dropped back to earth slowly (because he felt like a he-man doing it and small ll children were pointing up at him in awe of his strength!)

-Bonus Matt least favorite ride: the rocket-ship roller coaster thing which he had to do 6 back to back laps on thanks to rules that an adult had to ride with kids of a certain height and Becca’s refusal to ride. He got a little motion sick by the end!

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sunupstarcom · 10 months

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bathtimejournals · 11 months

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We went to a restaurant in Tivoli that Patti Smith had visited in the 80s. This pasta was delicious, but the red wine gave me a headache. The air was heavy, like walking in knee deep water. A girl in the bathroom had on an all white skin-tight outfit, with 1999 in gothic letters tattooed over her ribcage. Her sheath of hair flew behind her, like a leash pulled taut when the terrier bounds away, slipping away from the swinging door just as it slammed shut. I couldn’t help but call her tacky to myself, but karma took care of my bitchiness when I looked in the mirror at my splotched complexion and bruised coloured eyes. It’s a funny feeling to be embarrassed in an empty bathroom, the mirror a constant threat to your private shame. I keenly fixed on washing my hands, but in the same rushed and hurried way I usually do. If I was quiet before, I was largely silent for the rest of the dinner, contributing only some cheerful comments about the food. The girl in the white catsuit threw her arm around our waiter’s neck, and kissed him five times on the cheek before falling into her long stride behind her boyfriend with a tattooed neck. The water had reached my ears at this point and I heard the rest of the night in faraway echoes. Walking to the car was sad, our last meal in Italy, a beautiful trip folded neatly in a silky cloth napkin. But not in a sad that it’s over way, more in a guilty relief that I didn’t have to speak anymore, when I knew opening my mouth would only fill it with more water. Climbing into the cool car with its plasticky leather seats evaporated the guilt, leaving only relief, everyone’s collective sigh blowdrying me down. My head was still slightly waterlogged I guess, because I barely complained about my dad’s absurdly jerky maneuvering of the soft stoned cobbled streets to get back to the hotel.

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danishmuseuminterns · 1 year

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INTERN BLOG - 5 DAYS IN DENMARK

Last week, I was back in Denmark for my little sister’s Confirmation. After being away for over three months (can you believe I’ve been at MoDA for over three months now?), it was a very happy moment when I was greeted by my boyfriend and friend at the airport in Billund.

First stop was a visit to my grandparents, who live on Funen. We had a delicious lunch with rugbrød (almost as good as Deb’s), pickled herring, eggs and frikadeller, and of course for dessert – an ice cream cone from Vaffelhuset in Kerteminde – one of the best in Denmark (In my opinion AND the opinion of numerous votes). Even if it was a bit rainy the first two days, I thoroughly enjoyed the Danish Spring weather.

I had been tasked with doing my sisters hair for her Confirmation on Sunday, so on Saturday we had a little trial to make sure our visions were the same (it was, I had a sigh of relief). We also had time to say hi to both of my boyfriend’s parents and most importantly, their beloved pets!

Sunday was my sister’s confirmation and we got up early to get her ready. Even if the Confirmation is a Christian celebration, most Danes would probably describe themselves as “culturally Christian”, following Christian holidays and traditions because its part of our culture. My family is not particularly Christian either, but the Confirmation is a symbol of children getting older. Boys usually dress in suits and girls traditionally in white dresses, even if it has kind of evolved into white dresses, jumpsuits, and suits (take Princess Isabella’s beautiful, white suit from her confirmation last year). I love how traditions like these can evolve with the times. My sister wore the prettiest white dress with lace detailing. My sister has been taking classes and going to church to prepare for the confirmation, something her whole class in school does, unless they choose not to. In her class they were 27 students, so quite a big group! The day started with church were all the families watch their child get confirmed. Then, some kids get picked up from church in a fun vehicle. Some in fancy cars, some in tractors (this is Southern Jutland after all), and there was even a wheelbarrow and a few horses! This is planned by friends and family, and my sister was picked up in a fun, pink car!

Then there’s the party where family and friends attend. I held a speech, and I only cried a tiny bit - so I’m very proud of myself. Even if the confirmation isn’t really that significant for the course of my sister’s life, it’s still very special to have a day that was all about her, and I’m so proud of her – she’s smart, curious, and funny – and very loved.

The rest of the time was filled with walks in the sunshine and delicious food and seeing my family and friends. I also had to stock up on a few Danish and European snacks that I want the other MoDA people to try – let me know if you want me to get back to you with their opinions – I only chose delicious snacks! I also had to swing by the yarn store to pick up the single skein of yarn I’m missing to finish the sweater I’ve been working on since January, so that I can finally wear it!

Even though I enjoy Elk Horn and MoDA, I was a little home sick, so being back was much needed and now I’m ready for the last 2,5 months of my internship, that’ll include a LOT of fun things – Tivoli Fest, Sankt Hans, a special guest, a new intern, and more spring and summer weather is coming,

NEXT STOP: SEATTLE, WASHINGTON!

#danish food #denmark #danmark #confirmation #food #spring #travel #pinkcar #herring #pickled herring

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theloniousbach · 1 year

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GRATEFUL DEAD: MEET UP AT THE MOVIES 2022: Tivoli Theater, Copenhagen, 17 April 1972, aired 1 November 2022

This excerpt of an iconic Grateful Dead moment, right in the middle of my favorite period where they were at the height of their powers, is so familiar and yet was rendered absolutely fresh.

They’re cramped on the stage all around the same level and they are having fun (yes there are the Bolos/Bozos clown masks) and are so young (well, Pigpen—so few times to see him perform certainly at this length—is haunted) and the songs are fresh (He’s Gone is at a quick pace, Jack Straw has only Weir singing both parts of the story).

This is the band I fell for and we are within two weeks of the 50th anniversary of those Memorial Hall shows where the bus came by for me to get on. This is all the stuff of legend and, again, the time machine almost stripped away the distortions of myth. I am simultaneously listening to the Revolver box set and the outtakes from those mythic performances. They are OUTtakes and the recordings are iconic and fixed. But for a moment they’re just songs that are growing. Dead tunes never stopped growing/decaying.

Europe 72 are a pinnacle and yet, as important a period as it is, that past is slippery in large part because they never were fixed.

Yes the best moments are the jams, Truckin’ and the China>Rider transition, but there’s an excitement and fun in their discovery. Garcia is amused and excited, also thin and energetic; I suppose I still resent that he started slipping away well before he actually died. But here he established lots of social capital.

Lesh is far from the grand man that he has become after 1995 as he stepped up to maintain precisely this legacy. But in those moments, he’s a nerdy goof, only occasionally turning on the magic. Still the juju is irrepresibly there. I am struck how often he’s the high harmony singer (Jack Straw, Ramble On Rose).

Pig too is a revelation. There isn’t a Good Lovin’/Midnight Hour/Lovelight rave nor Caution; he seems too fragile for that. But he sings It Hurts Me Too, Chinatown Shuffle, and Next Time You See Me poignantly with some nice harp work. But he played lots of organ too—and it matters on the songs (Ramble On Rose, He’s Gone) and jams (Truckin’). Similarly, it takes seeing to remember what Keith Godchaux added. He’s often down in the mix but he really contributes (El Paso, Chinatown Shuffle) with actual solos as part of the electric Dixieland that is the Dead

At this point Weir really is just the kid, coming into his own with songs like Jack Straw. Like Lesh not being quite the constant Scott LaFaro soloist he is now, he isn’t the full blown C-A-G-E-D chord fragment master of the fretboard (though it’s there). Both are even conventional, even though they are collectively blowing the paint off the walls in this period. And then Garcia is both enjoying being the charismatic leader which too quickly became a burden to hide from in a haze of Persian and just a member of the band. The range and energy of his playing is breathtaking, but he’s also not just soloing all the time. I haven’t mentioned Billy Kreutzmann but I also preferred him as the only drummer and there’s power and swing throughout.

Good old Grateful Dead but somehow new, like I was when this was coming down.

#grateful dead #meet up at the movies #2022

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macmatt78 · 2 years

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Halloween Festival in full swing 🎃 👻 #halloween2022 #autumn2022 #fallcolors #denmark #amazingeurope #festivalseason #seasonofthewitch #pagodas #reflective #hasselbladx1dii #lowlight #funtimes (at Tivoli Gardens, Copenhagen, Denmark) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj-6_SLp5uL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#halloween2022 #autumn2022 #fallcolors #denmark #amazingeurope #festivalseason #seasonofthewitch #pagodas #reflective #hasselbladx1dii #lowlight #funtimes

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aimeaustin · 2 years

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I always loved the swings! #tivoli #copenhagen #fundaysaturday #momsofboys #authorlife (at Tivoli) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgFQ0_voUnx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#tivoli #copenhagen #fundaysaturday #momsofboys #authorlife

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bamboomusiclist · 2 months

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3/12 おはようございます。 Ashford & Simpson / Love Don't Make It Right - Finally Got To Me WBS49269 等更新しました。

Margaret Whiting / sings Jerome Kern Song Book vol2 mgvs6158 Georgia Gibbs / Swinging with Her Nibs Mg20170 Clifford Brown / featuring Zoot Sims lde158/pjlp-19 Art Farmer Quintet / featuring Gigi Gryce volume2 Prlp209 Elliot Lawrence / Big Band Sound 8031 Booker Ervin / Setting the Pace Prst7455 Wes Montgomery / Willow Weep for Me v6-8765 Duke Jordan / Tivoli Two scs1193 Ray Brown / Something For Lester s7641 Bill Evans / Re Person I Knew F9608 Grover Washington Jr / Reed Seed M7-910r1 Grover Washington jr / All the Kings Horses KU-07 Louis Hayes / Variety Is The Spice G787 Teca & Ricardo / Povo Daqui 064422865 Sergio Mendes / Sergio Mendes 7e-1027 Sergio Mendes / Brasil '88 6E-134 Lol Coxhill / Diverse OG510 Benny Johnson / Baby I Love You - Give It Up ts1527 Ashford & Simpson / Love Don't Make It Right - Finally Got To Me WBS49269 Chuck Roberson / I Don't Think You Heard Me Yet T-0001

~bamboo music~

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ukdamo · 6 months

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The Fountains at Villa D'Este, Tivoli

Cirilo Bautista

#poetry #Cirilo Bautista #wonderment #extravagance #riches #Villa d'Este #tivoli #gardens

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thepercy6andtheradicalsabbatical · 10 months

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Billund to Copenhagen

Matt and Becca started the day with a long tempo run, then we packed with the usual franticness and left the house (again in off and on rain) to walk to the bus station. At the station we caught the bus to Vejle smoothly (we now knew to put our bags under the bus like pros now). In Vejle, we caught a connecting train to Copenhagen that was a little over 2 hours. The Eurail app had said "reservations recommended" for the ticket, which Matt hadn't seen before, they all previously said either "reservation required" or nothing, which meant no reservations needed. We decided to risk it and not pay for a reservation. When the trian arrived, we found it was super short (ie only 2 cars) and pretty crowded but found a little space in the aisles. Matt was starting to think it might be a long 2 hours crammed on a small train when thankfully at the next stop lots of people got off and we were able to find seats for a comfortable rest of the journey. On arrival in Copenhagen we were surprised to see that our train was now really long (like 12+ cars), so we think our section must've joined another larger train at the first stop, which then allowed everyone to spread out for the rest of the trip. The kids were fired up to see the tivoli theme park directly across the street from the train station on our short walk to the hostel. We had booked at "next hostel" because it seemed to be the cheapest option in central Copenhagen that was also kid friendly and seemed to have lots of fun activities. We were surprised at how giant it was on arrival and the kiddos were extra excited to see the large common areas with foosball/ping pong/board games, giant TVS, a glass enclosed soccer arena, a seperate cinema, etc... Matt was slightly less excited to realize that all the people milling about in the lobby were waiting for the clock to strike 3 pm so they could do the self check in on the computer screens that were set up (as we had all been instructed when arriving 7 minutes early at the front desk) and also to learn you had to pay extra to use the kitchen, the arena, etc. (only $3 per person but still...). After Matt stood in a long line, we were able to check in and find our room with bunk bed pods and our own bathroom included. After the usual debating over who got what bed, we unpacked a bit, then went downstairs and paid our fees for the kitchen and arena and set out to explore Copenhagen. We'd read about a tasty food market so hopped on a bus to that area and first went to explore a nearby park where the kids had a good time exploring the playground (highlights included a small square trampoline, a slide that had stair steps down and a "hamster wheel" type contraption where if you braced yourself properly you could swing all the way upside down. There were also tricycles provided to ride around in the playground which the kids also enjoyed minus one buggy foot injury. We then set off to the market and explored lots of tasty looking food stalls before buying a selection from various vendors. Again food was delicious but expensive (seemingly a common theme in Denmark). Matt did a bit of a double take when he did the currency conversion and realized he had just shelled out `$100 for 2 kids burgers with fries and one club wrap and a beer for himself. Whilst dining at our outdoor picinic table between the two long buildings of the market, it suddenly started to downpour. We lucked out to have chosen a table with a sturdy umbrella overhead that kept us mostly dry but many others were sent scrambling. We had various desserts from a french bakery and gelato for a not-so-low-cal dessert course then cruised home to the hostel where the kids spent a bit more time in the arena before all headed to bed in our individual pods.

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