February 4, 2013

A Man Called Horst

February 4, 2013

Vincent was as perplexed as everyone else. Whenever he donned his Ski Bradford-issued blue, black and grey ski jacket of an ambassador, Vincent felt the overwhelming urge to speak in Austrian German, one of a number of Upper German dialects. Words such as, "Wunderbar!", "schnell" and "sauerbraten" began to roll of his tongue with ease much to the astonishment of his peers as well as the paying skiing public. Vincent yelled down from his ascending perch, "BEND ZE' KNEES!, BEND ZE' KNEES!," to startled skiers beneath him and then broke into rousing and raucous renditions of Austrian ski songs of victory. There was just something about the uniform that seemed to possess him. Vincent asked for much help and constrained his exuberance for all things Austrian the best he could.

Vincent Carriuolo

Interests: breathing, music, literature, golf, art, snowshoeing, writing, kayaking, meditation, skiing, walking/hiking, theatre (preferably drama), comedy clubs, concerts, art museums, poetry readings, working out and elephant polo at tiger tops, nepal (just seeing if you're still reading). some favorite films: the bicycle thief, dr. strangelove, 81/2, the diving bell and the butterfly, babette's feast, being there, city lights, everything is illuminated and life is beautiful. favorite reads: 100 years of solitude; the short stories of raymond carver; the divine comedy; the power of now; j. krishnamurti's the book of life; the short stories of eudora welty and ethan canin; the poetry of t.s. eliot; matsuo basho and robert frost; the odyssey; the secret language of symbols; a path with heart; zen flesh, zen bones; gift from the sea; siddhartha and anything by: j. krishnamurti; eckhart tolle; jack kornfield; anthony demello s.j.; thich nhat hahn; thomas merton; shunryu suzuki, : meister eckhart; emmett fox and ram dass. play blues harmonica. like color: cobalt blue. like flower: paper white narcissus. last read: one hundred years of solitude (again), quotes: just this. --anon. we don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. --anais inn, a friend of bill w.

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