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Call Me the Coffee Shop Cowboy
Or, if you like to call your friends Czech names, you might prefer kavárenský povaleč.* In either case, that's what you might call a layabout who can always be found in coffee houses and other dens of unrest and revolution. (Unlikely, you say, but these things can happen anywhere.) The povaleč, however, is usually the one sitting idly in a corner of the room and not the reading poetry from the tabletops to rally the citizenry. Off duty, you might spot them coming home from Interspar.
In some ways, this has been me for the past couple weeks—shirking my usual duty of loafing on the Internet and posting these little discursions. See, I was in Ostrava, Strážnice, Velká nad Veličkou, Brno, and Budapest. All of those visits provided opportunities to do a survey of varied and diverse central European coffee houses, but I may have to talk about other things first. In any case, my blogging of late has been about as interesting as a decaf, non-fat, single cappucino without the sugar (hold the foam), so I'll try to have something more interesting ordered up in the next few days before I'm off again to that den of coffee house leisure and debauchery, the capital city, golden and hundred-spired, tourist-infested but still chugging along, Praha.
*A coffee-shop loafer. The Czech for cowboy (kovboj) doesn't really appeal, though you might have a kavárenský kovboj, too.
Tags: discursions, travel
In some ways, this has been me for the past couple weeks—shirking my usual duty of loafing on the Internet and posting these little discursions. See, I was in Ostrava, Strážnice, Velká nad Veličkou, Brno, and Budapest. All of those visits provided opportunities to do a survey of varied and diverse central European coffee houses, but I may have to talk about other things first. In any case, my blogging of late has been about as interesting as a decaf, non-fat, single cappucino without the sugar (hold the foam), so I'll try to have something more interesting ordered up in the next few days before I'm off again to that den of coffee house leisure and debauchery, the capital city, golden and hundred-spired, tourist-infested but still chugging along, Praha.
*A coffee-shop loafer. The Czech for cowboy (kovboj) doesn't really appeal, though you might have a kavárenský kovboj, too.
Tags: discursions, travel
Posted 07 December 2006 at 17:48.
A graduate student in music and anthropology writing a dissertation about music in Moravia, the eastern third of the Czech Republic. At some point, the Czech Republic's "second city" (that would be Brno) captured my attention, and I've since been blogging about events, arts, music, and other stuff—basically whatever interests me in and around the cityscape. I'm not living in Brno now, but I keep up with the cultural pulse from afar as best I can.
Comments:
I'm sure we can supply sufficient debauchery to go with the coffee here. Remind me to tell you about the Debauched Dingo Club.
11:28 PM, December 07, 2006
hey, i am kavárenský povaleč :) and a brno-based one ;)
4:26 PM, February 02, 2007
Aha, I knew there had a to be a few others around! Unfortunately, I'm not in Brno for a while, but perhaps we'll meet up sometime when I'm back around. In the meantime, well, don't drink too much...coffee.
6:33 PM, February 02, 2007
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