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The Minimalist Turkish Bakery,around the corner, who knew?

It is a particularly cold, windy rainy day. Sometime this morning I went over and turned on the radio, hence waking up to Car Talk, which has now morphed into A Praerie Home Companion, which I actually don't mind. After years of changing the channel and wincing whenever I hear Garrison Keilor's voice I finally just let it play and even enjoy the experience. I donät know who Shawn Colvin is but she covered Gnarls Barkley's 'crazy' on the program today...I've been neglecting to put images in ye olde blog, so here they are:
(how to bide one's time and write a short story by hand)...
the unusual abandoned 'ASIA' bistro in a tiny triangular-shaped park by Kotbusser Tor, and the awful bar down the street which advertises 99 cent schnapps and football...

whenever I walk by there are always a dozen or two older chain-smoking people with plates of what appears to be fried rubber soles and half-full beers before them. There are quite a few of these very kitschy-trashy-fascinating bars in the neighborhood... hmm.