Neal and Del

I'm not big on traditions. Those I do have are, as they say in the German, eigenartig. That is to say, atypical. I don't hold an annual brunch or dinner for family and friends, and I certainly don't hack down a tree from the mountains or string up lights. (String lights are up all year in my house.) One thing I do, however, is watch the same movie every fourth Thursday of November. Because it makes me laugh every time. Every fucking time. Which is unheard of for me: She Who Is So Easily Bored.

Certain things really are sacred. And I see no reason to take part in the same American ritualisms the rest of the country does at predetermined times of the year. Is there an untraditional tradition you take part in each year? Maybe something you do on your own terms? Go ahead, I'd love to hear some amusing anecdotes.

Tür 8

I lived in Vienna for three years in a 1-bedroom apartment in an old building in the 18th district. Sorry I can't find better photos. We bought most of our furniture from a Swiss store called Interio. Scope their most recent catalogue.

The round chair is a Stokke Planet. I'm not too fond of the taupey color of it now and tried to find it stateside for a new cover. No such luck.

I love this bed but unfortunately it doesn't fit in any of the small rooms in our house now. It's now in many pieces, in storage somewhere. Sold it on Craigslist!



Not a great shot but the bookshelf is the Chaos by Georg Doblhammer. It's a bit of an engineering marvel, but that doesn't change the fact that I want to burn it every time we take it apart and put it back together.

Just sold these chairs on Craigslist!
 

This was the 'hood. Aumanplatz. That was our streetcar, the 41 line.