It's a Saturday morning, the first Martinigansln of the season have been digested and lerv is still around. I recommend to check out environments like die Wiener Märkte. My current favourite is the Vikor Adler Markt in the 10th district with a great and run-down Würstelstand in the midst of it, yet there are so many more spread around town. But of course you know about all them anyway or don't you?
Maybe it would be worth to combine a few of those for some sort of a Hash thing one day.
Musical recommendation of the day is the following:
I am going to see Mr. David Sanborn on Nov. 17 in the Wiener Konzerthaus together with my remarkable friend Mr. My Pint of View. This video is of 1987, the bass player is Marcus Miller. Don Grolnick keys, and the late Hiram Bullock on guitar. Neraly forgot to add Kenwood Dennard as the drummer.
Eat your heart out. If not, see you tomorrow in Achau.
Bei dem Weg, this blog is also intended as a link to their inglorious past for all those ex Vindobona Hashers who took the torch of the once World's Worst to new Shores. Cee Dee, Mindphuck Minuteman, Mr.Davolino, Mr. BOB Davolino, No Mercy Master, Multiple Entry...
Here's to you, friends.
On out.
Short stories about the Vindobona Hash House Harriers and other things. Keep distance, wash hands, stay human!
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Friday, 6 November 2009
Do what you like
Since the AGM is coming up in no time (Sunday a week) and it should be in the best interest of just about anyone out there to at least try and contribute to the noble sake of the regarded VH3 I thot i'd be appropriate to include a little something here that deals with inner values, if you like.
Blind Faith were a real shortlived so called "supergroup" back in 1969 , consisting of Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker (both Ex-Cream), Ric Grech and Stevie Winwood.
They just did one album and a tour in support and then, well check out the aforementioned link.
Stick to your beliefs, wotever they may be and then come along on AGM day (as on every udder Hashing day) and make things happen.
OnOn to Achau on Sunday!
On Out.
Blind Faith were a real shortlived so called "supergroup" back in 1969 , consisting of Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker (both Ex-Cream), Ric Grech and Stevie Winwood.
They just did one album and a tour in support and then, well check out the aforementioned link.
Stick to your beliefs, wotever they may be and then come along on AGM day (as on every udder Hashing day) and make things happen.
OnOn to Achau on Sunday!
On Out.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Would you like a snack?
Just got back from the dentist and I can't think of a more suitable occasion to post a really defining moment for my musical upbringing here (Warning, might be downright crazy and weird to some):
I first listened to Frank Zappa's 200 Motels in 1982, long before I had seen the movie and frankly, back then I didn't have much a clue of what this was all about. After all this time the music and the film are still intriguing. Just like JS Bach. Or Miles Davis. What I am trying to say is that an eclectic taste of music is certainly most helpful for a better understanding of Life, the Universe and Everything.
On out.
I first listened to Frank Zappa's 200 Motels in 1982, long before I had seen the movie and frankly, back then I didn't have much a clue of what this was all about. After all this time the music and the film are still intriguing. Just like JS Bach. Or Miles Davis. What I am trying to say is that an eclectic taste of music is certainly most helpful for a better understanding of Life, the Universe and Everything.
On out.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Where did you buy that incense?
Just a few words or more specifically a question on the topic of locating a Hashrun near or right outside a railway station, meaning the only thing left for those without a car is to catch a train:
What's feasable in Lanzarote should also be possible and worth trying here in Vindobona, so better start saving for your own camel, guys!
And, getting a little sentimental (yet again?) about the 25th anniversary weekend down in Horitschon/Burgenland in 2007, here is the music that I had in mind when we started to plan the weekend based around this 21 km train trolley ride:
On out.
What's feasable in Lanzarote should also be possible and worth trying here in Vindobona, so better start saving for your own camel, guys!
And, getting a little sentimental (yet again?) about the 25th anniversary weekend down in Horitschon/Burgenland in 2007, here is the music that I had in mind when we started to plan the weekend based around this 21 km train trolley ride:
On out.
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Road fatique
The Vienna city limits are being drawn where responsible Hares want them to be drawn and so it was only fair and square that the run on Oct. 4 was held in Deutsch-Jahrndorf. "DEUTSCH-JAHRN-WOT??" I hear you rightfully asking.
That tiny village "where public transport has ceased to exist since no-one ever goes there" (said the Directions on the Schedule) is in sight of Bratislava and a good hours drive east from Vienna.
A few traditional Burgenland houses and apart from that just flat and more flat area I haven't tasted the local wine though. Might be really good.
Mind you that 20 years ago there was still the old Iron Curtain only a few hundred metres or less away. The run with threatingly looking Hares in army uniforms and Tickpleaser even brought a homemade wooden rifle was long, boring and flat (Did I say that already?)
After quite a while the beer stop came up right next to where the old borderline with both Hungary and former Czechoslovakia ran by.
Three border markings, three different brands of beer were provided and none of them COLD!
Tickpleaser came up with a really strange quiz that Ice Queen won hands down and then it was on back all the way long flat and boring (but nice and warm outside temperature).
Since I had to leave to Circle a bit early there is nothing much more to add here.
On Out.
That tiny village "where public transport has ceased to exist since no-one ever goes there" (said the Directions on the Schedule) is in sight of Bratislava and a good hours drive east from Vienna.
A few traditional Burgenland houses and apart from that just flat and more flat area I haven't tasted the local wine though. Might be really good.
Mind you that 20 years ago there was still the old Iron Curtain only a few hundred metres or less away. The run with threatingly looking Hares in army uniforms and Tickpleaser even brought a homemade wooden rifle was long, boring and flat (Did I say that already?)
After quite a while the beer stop came up right next to where the old borderline with both Hungary and former Czechoslovakia ran by.
Three border markings, three different brands of beer were provided and none of them COLD!
Tickpleaser came up with a really strange quiz that Ice Queen won hands down and then it was on back all the way long flat and boring (but nice and warm outside temperature).
Since I had to leave to Circle a bit early there is nothing much more to add here.
On Out.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Small craft warnings
Vell, not much that hasn't been said yet about the past few days. Rejoice by the fact that the local Christmas Markets will soon be opening up and (Quote Sex-O-Phone) "selling P*ss on the streets" as if this wouldn't be the case all year round anyway. Here is a little something from run # 1432 in Deutsch Jahrndorf (Hares Unlce Bobby aka No Balls Prize and Tickpleaser), a run on the borderline of sanity by all means. More on that in a bit.
On out.
On out.
Try it on Steaks
Some sort of tactical drinking is required if want to survive an entire day in the Schweizerhaus or in any similar form of Beer Garden. Meaning, as an absolute regular costumer you are required to turn up on time (9:50 a.m. that is) and then slowly slip into the days routine which is to have a nice and relaxed time with people you like to be around with, have a bowl of soup as a basis or one of the houses specials, which of course is the STELZE in addition to the endless flowing beers.
Allow to add the fact of a little live Muzak and then try to not lose count of how many pints you have already consumed. I tried it repeatedly without success. Anyhow. Moosehead, an absolute first-timer onc losing day accompanied King Gook, Munk, yours truly and quite a large number of Hashing and related people through the day. Richard Kopf arrived minutes before closing time and I was told that his worthy contribution consisted of buying five beers and the next thing was that the beer counter was shout down. Until next year. Oh, to-day Hare King Ralph was also around at the Schweizerhaus (NATÜRLICH!) and ze Germanic way of overcoming a Hangover is SELBSTVERSTÄNDLICH to set a sucker of a run.
Which brings us straight to to-days special: "HALT ENDLICH DIE KLAPPE!!" sayeth the King to his poor doggie Vilja, then going on to spread some gibberish on how he got lost this morning, mysterious markings were being explaing such as false trail sign with a double X and one even with a quadruple one (I'm not referring to XXXX Beer from Oz here). Vell, OnOn down the hill for a kilometer or so only to find out a Double X sign, then back up to the carpark again. There find a pair of brandnew arrows pointing across the road, run on up the hill, after another huge check (and a pissing on trail stop) take off to the left and run another 1 1/2 k's downhill, just to find ... you know what.
Needless to say that it is on back to the carpark to find -> the brandnew set of Hash arrows pointing to the far end of the carpark and all the way UPHILL from there. Of course Fellow Hashers like Tickpleaser ("Hashblog? Useless info!") and Sperminator ("Hashblog? Civil servant with lots of time at hand?") were fast enough to even do a little jogging steep uphill. I somehow save my breath for this marvellous piece of information here and, having arrived on top of the hill on some kind of a meadow, the way was XXXX false trail meanng all the way back we came, this time for good and on home.
A decent time seemed to have been had by all, augmented by last Friday nite's Haloweenie party chez Squeeze Box Mama.
My personal conclusion for this entire weekend:
On Out
Allow to add the fact of a little live Muzak and then try to not lose count of how many pints you have already consumed. I tried it repeatedly without success. Anyhow. Moosehead, an absolute first-timer onc losing day accompanied King Gook, Munk, yours truly and quite a large number of Hashing and related people through the day. Richard Kopf arrived minutes before closing time and I was told that his worthy contribution consisted of buying five beers and the next thing was that the beer counter was shout down. Until next year. Oh, to-day Hare King Ralph was also around at the Schweizerhaus (NATÜRLICH!) and ze Germanic way of overcoming a Hangover is SELBSTVERSTÄNDLICH to set a sucker of a run.
Which brings us straight to to-days special: "HALT ENDLICH DIE KLAPPE!!" sayeth the King to his poor doggie Vilja, then going on to spread some gibberish on how he got lost this morning, mysterious markings were being explaing such as false trail sign with a double X and one even with a quadruple one (I'm not referring to XXXX Beer from Oz here). Vell, OnOn down the hill for a kilometer or so only to find out a Double X sign, then back up to the carpark again. There find a pair of brandnew arrows pointing across the road, run on up the hill, after another huge check (and a pissing on trail stop) take off to the left and run another 1 1/2 k's downhill, just to find ... you know what.
Needless to say that it is on back to the carpark to find -> the brandnew set of Hash arrows pointing to the far end of the carpark and all the way UPHILL from there. Of course Fellow Hashers like Tickpleaser ("Hashblog? Useless info!") and Sperminator ("Hashblog? Civil servant with lots of time at hand?") were fast enough to even do a little jogging steep uphill. I somehow save my breath for this marvellous piece of information here and, having arrived on top of the hill on some kind of a meadow, the way was XXXX false trail meanng all the way back we came, this time for good and on home.
A decent time seemed to have been had by all, augmented by last Friday nite's Haloweenie party chez Squeeze Box Mama.
My personal conclusion for this entire weekend:
On Out
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