Archive for February, 2014

February 26, 2014

Martonvásár – the island on the lake

by ada

Martonvásár island 1

Martonvásár island 2

Martonvásár mushrooms 1

Martonvásár snail

Martonvásár Beethoven sculpture

Martonvásár lake 1

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February 26, 2014

Martonvásár – the park of Brunszvik castle

by ada

Martonvásár lake 6

Martonvásár park 2

Martonvásár tree

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Martonvásár park 4

Martonvásár park 3

Martonvásár park 6

Martonvásár lake 2

Martonvásár lake 3

snowdrops Martonvásár

Martonvásár park 1

Martonvásár Óvodamúzeum

Martonvásár Brunszvi Teréz szobor

Martonvásár lake 9

Martonvásár castle 7

February 25, 2014

Martonvásár – Brunszvik castle

by ada

Martonvásár church

Martonvásár sculpture

Martonvásár castle 1

Martonvásár castle 2

Martonvásár castle window

Martonvásár Beethoven museum

Martonvásár lion

Martonvásár castle

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Martonvásár castle 8

Martonvásár 1

Martonvásár castle 9

February 24, 2014

first snowdrops of 2014

by ada

snowdrops Martonvásár 5

snowdrops Martonvásár 3

bee on snowdrop 1

snowdrops Martonvásár 12

snowdrop Martonvásár

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snowdrop Martonvásár 1

February 23, 2014

Budapest – almost spring randoms

by ada

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February 18, 2014

music of the week – Francesco Rasi: Ahi, fuggitivo ben

by ada

I have mentioned Francesco Rasi before: he was that wild, adventurous, and quite impetuous singer, who took the script of Claudio Monteverdi‘s opera L’Orfeo with him to Salzburg, where he, with the help of Archbishop Markus Sittikus, produced and sung the leading role of the first opera performance in the German world ever and became thereby responsible for that exaggerated Teuton love of operas, which, some 250 years later, resulted in Wagner‘s Götterdämmerung. I try really hard not to blame him for it.

Rasi was also on quite bad terms with his stepmother, and after murdering her servant who was in charge for her estate, he tried to kill her too. He didn’t succeed though and had to flee. He was condemned to death by the court of Arezzo so he took refuge at first in Prague and then in Salzburg. Apart of his murderous nature, Rasi was a very talented, virtuoso and well-known singer of his time, who was a student of Giulio Caccini and whom “not only Italy but even all Europe venerated.” * ** He also played various instruments and composed a few volumes of music, mostly short songs in the early seventeenth century style of pure monody. One of these songs is Ahi, fuggitivo ben from his 1608 collection Vaghezze di Musica per una voce sola, where he, from a perspective of the abandoned lover, complains about the misery of being a fugitive. The moral of the story? Don’t try to murder your relatives (or anybody, actually) if you want to lead a relaxed life and plan to retire at your birthplace.

* letter from Don Gregorio Rasi to his nephew Giulio Francesco Rasi around 1650

** He was also deeply impressed by the weapons of the Hungarian artillery which he encountered during his 1601 travels. Am I the only one to find this small detail of his life quite charming? Oh, those times when music was still real as life! Why, why do I have to live in this boring age of global warming, genetically modified food and tumblr aesthetics?

February 15, 2014

a photo an hour, approximately, yesterday

by ada

6 am:

Getting up, drinking my morning coffee, reading my feeds (yes, it contains a lot of cat gifs) and listening to The Cat complaining about how she had a terrible night. She actually spent it with sleeping on her electric heating pillow under her 100% woolen blanket, without waking up even one single time, but from the complaining and moaning she does every morning you would think she fought dragons all night long to save the ungrateful world.

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7 am: Early morning commute. The hate-part of the day.

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8 am – 1 pm:

Staring at the screen of the anaesthetic machine and trying to keep up with all the new information.

Also, for obvious reasons I can’t offer you a photo of neither the OR nor the hospital, so here is the basement where we change. Hungarian Health Care System in all its glory.

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1 pm:

Having lunch in the park. It’s not quite the right weather for it yet but I was craving the sun so much that even the cold wind couldn’t hold me back.

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2 pm:

Crossing the city.

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3 pm:

Buying groceries…

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…and receiving physiotherapy treatment for my back.

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4 pm:

On my way to the library.

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5 – 7 pm:

Having coffee with my friend Ancsangyalka at the cafeteria of the library. Usually it’s only one coffee and a lot of studying, but lately we are both very tired, stressed out and somewhat frustrated, so we discussed our favourite topic, the folly of the human race, very thoroughly this time (instead of studying, obviously).

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7 – 9 pm:

Checking out the Budapest Fish Festival.

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9 pm:

On my way home. So much nicer than in the morning, isn’t it?

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10 pm:

Evening routine: showering, drinking bone broth, checking mails and offering emotional support to The Cat after her terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, which involved sleeping, sleeping, eating and some more sleeping. Hard is a cat’s life, y’all.

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February 10, 2014

swan story

by ada

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swan 5

February 10, 2014

Vác

by ada

Through a wet lens. In dusk. Definitely not at its best.

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Danube 3

swans 1

swan 1

February 9, 2014

poetry of departures

by ada

swans

February 9, 2014

Budapest

by ada

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February 9, 2014

Budapest – Shoes on the Danube Promenade

by ada

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February 9, 2014

Budapest

by ada

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February 9, 2014

Budapest – Mangalica Fesztivál

by ada

bacon 2

jam

mangalica pigs 2

mangalica fesztivál

violin player

mangalica fesztivál 1

corn

juhász

musician

bacon

garlic

pigheads

mangalica fesztivál 6

mangalica fesztivál 8

February 1, 2014

music of the week – Anton Cajetan Adlgasser: Sinfonia in E flat Major CatAd 15:10

by ada

Anton Cajetan Adlgasser, organist of the Salzburg Cathedral between 1750-1777 and composer of countless Schuldramas for the University of Salzburg, that are all forgotten by now, is remembered mostly for being the father of Maria Victoria Adlgasser, Nannerl Mozart‘s bff, and for writing the third, now missing part of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart‘s first oratorio, Die Schuldigkeit des ersten Gebots (the second part was composed by Michael Haydn) (fyi, Mozart was only eleven years old at the time when he finished it. What does your eleven years old child do with their life?) (Okay, I’m obviously kidding now. Mozart couldn’t write a sentence in proper German at the age of thirty. He clearly had his weak points too).

Adlgasser became a victim of Archbishop Sigismund von Schrattenbach‘s generous policy of providing his staff with free wine, and suffered a deadly stroke  at the age of 48 while playing the organ. Being a musician is a dangerous profession. Remember Lully who died of blood poisoning after penetrating his own foot with his baton while conducting a march?

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