hats and hills

I bought a hat! Huzzah! It remains cold and somewhat rainy here, but I don’t care — my exposed pate delights in soft, fuzzy polartek. Complete with silly pouf on top. I was going to cut it off, but someone said it was cute. So, I’ll leave it. My Swiss life improves exponentially with this (expensive) addition.



Sue de Beers ran class today, showing us several of her films and her influences. This included watching Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii. Good times. This prepped us for Sue’s film that night (she presented for our evening event).

With no offense to Sue, I’m going to brush past with just those comments.
Instead, I’ll give you some pictures of the walk to school. We make this trek three times a day. It only takes 5-10 minutes, but it’s steep. Muscles twitch nearly immediately (though this lessens a bit with each trip), but the last pitch poses the greatest challenge.
If I were better at geometry, I’d give you a grade for the last hills — using a treadmill as my basis of comparison, I’ll guess it’s around 75%. Here’s a pic.


Ugh. That totally does not do it justice. I’m a pretty regular worker-outer, and my muscle-ys yelp every time we reach this point. Let’s not even discuss the effects of asthma-girl. Suffice it to say, I don’t carry on many conversations during the walk. Lots of nodding. But I’m not really whining — it’s gorgeous.