Sunday kebab and coffee fun…

On Sunday evening, I was a bit restless. I called Christian and Jón and asked if they were in the mood for a damn good kebab. And I was in luck, Christian was “dog-sitting” and going to pick up his parents later that evening – and Østerbro (where i live) was “on route”. Jón too, was feeling a bit peckish and besides “why not”. Jón is great – you can always count on him, joining in, on some spontaneous action.

I decides to pack my camera and hopefully take a couple of decent shots for my blog before meeting up with Jón and Christian. Here is some of my “more successful shots”, while I was waiting for Jón on Triangelen (the triangle) in Østerbro…

Picture taken from nearby Triangelen west thourds Fælledparken. Long exposure and low ISO.

Funny angel, facing south.

Not so funny angle…

Jón and I met up and shortly after, Christian came as well. We were able to quench our craving for the fantastic Kebab. If you wan’t a good Kebab you usually have to go to Nørrebro (area of Copenhagen). But there is a great place close to where i live. It on Nordre Frihavnsgade (no. 50-60?). The kebabs are big, taste good and there is a realistic salad (lettuce+tomatoes+…). As an extra bonus it’s quite cheap kr. 20 for a pita and kr. 30 for a dürum-roll.

(The Kebab-craving Poul Kjartan)

(Christian nearing the end – Jón has “ended”)

After kebabs all-round, we bought some coffee and cookies from 7-eleven. I love spontaneity, it good for the soul. Our outdoor adventure was at an end, as all thing have a tendency to do…

Ernest Hemingway and Coffee

Clarkson from “top gear” always compares cars with coffee. There is the espresso – hard-hitting and direct; ordinary filter-coffee – hits the spot and does an okay job. Then there is “the café latte” – fluffy and without content.

Hemingway was a steaming espresso – well balanced and “larger than life”. There is the public Hemingway, with the uber-macho; game hunting, deep-sea fishing, boxing and so on. This is in stark contrast to the beauty and feel of his writing.

A great example is “A Farewell to Arms“. I was choked and disappointed when I read it for the first time, because i wasn’t able to connect the book with the man (Hemingway). But the second time i read it it reviled layers of genuine emotion, sympathy and empathy. It a love-story, without the “latté” – clean-cut and direct. The ability to write so much with so few word…

I’m looking forwards to reading a biography about the man, and perhaps shine a little lite on the man Hemingway. What made him tick. Childhood, tragic love-affair…. Deed and consequences.

My theory is that he was lost and just trying to find some kind of identity. Even willing to risk his life in seeking it. Perhaps he found some scraps of it with all of his “Near-Death Experiences” (NDE). Greater appreciation for life, increased interest in the meaning of life and increased empathic understanding,

I have always admired craftsmanship. A good chair or a work of art – it shines through. I’m looking forward to reading more of his art.