The dirty little man was nervously hopping from one leg to the other:
"If you touch me, I will kill you."
I tried to look right through him and smiled coldly.
- "It is not ... a matter ... of violence. It ... never is."
It was the 1st of January, the day right after New Years' Eve. Sylvester itself, and the days before that were marked by constant explosions of fire crackers. Annoying and nerve-wrecking, especially when at 3:00 in the night.
Start of December I attended the ESTC 2009 (European Semantic Technologies Conference) here in Vienna.
It was my first attendence, and it was interesting to see how the non-academic faction of the semantic web crowd looked like. I had seen the academic portion at the ESWC 2009 where I presented a paper on semantic time series in one of the workshops.
And while I wore my Topic Maps T-shirt publicly in Heraklion, at the ESTC it was kept well hidden under my pullover all the time.
In an earlier life I was designer and developer of Internet shops. This was a time when Perl-o-saurs roamed the planet and the only game in web server town was "Apache with CGI". No mod_perl2 goodness, no MVC bloat, just good-n-old-n-slow CGI.
It was a standard situation.
The heavy thumping noise was coming from the park, obviously kids had started to play football there. It was 05:00, shortly after sunrise. That is quite an unpleasant start into a Saturday morning.
The young Turk was sitting beside me on the park bench:
Man, you are not ok.
It was 2:30 in the night and the 17 year old together with his 7 companions were loitering in the park right under our bedroom window.
It has been a steep learning curve for us as the long-established business suffered from several legacies. Now that we removed most of it and turned the business around, we have started to modernize the portfolio.
Feel free to join (but buy your own pizza).
ischia isa pizzeria
address: Vienna, 1040, Mozartplatz 1
- old, dismissed venue
carpaccio isa pizzeria
address: Paniglgasse 22/Apfelgasse
Here in Vienna there are many theatres. Most of them are pretty large, but there are also tiny ones, specifically featuring less known artists. The Theater am Spittelberg is one of them and last Saturday they produced Sergio Cattaneo & Orchesta Chamuyo de Tango.
My commuter train was just about to reach its terminal. I stood up to get the pole position at the door, but two girls already blocked the exit. Both around 17 years, and if things couldn't get worse, they were chatting.
I embraced myself for another 60-second glimpse of hell, surely a circle Dante has forgotten to write about. In an anticipatory-defensive move, my mind was racing: girlfriend stuff ("she always calls me"), boyfriend stuff ("he never called me"), school stuff ("they always call me").