Tomorrow is St. Nicholas' Day according to the Catholic calendar. Dutch and German children traditionally put out shoes this evening in hopes that St. Nicholas will fill them with treats and goodies. In the following movie clip, a young Dutch girl sings about the "shoes." I couldn't find a single clip of the scene and so post them both for context. Edmund Gween won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor (1947) for this role.
The scene is rarely translated (at least when I've seen it, but I haven't seen it lately).
Kris: Hello! I'm glad you came. Dutch Girl: Oh, you are Santa Claus! Kris: But of course! Dutch Girl: I knew, I knew for sure that you would understand! Kris: Of course, just tell me what you would like to have from Sinterklaus. Dutch Girl: Nothing, I already have a lot--I only want to be with this nice lady. Kris: Will you sing a song for me?
The video rudely cuts off here, but here's the rest, and a translation of the lyrics:
Scottish guy. From his de butt album, These Streets. MP3s on Amazon here.
Today in incredibly fortunate winter weather I walked down to the main city Post Office, so it is real official-like with letters spelling out the place over the doors carved into whatever that material is, to send off a card to a farmer in a near isolated portion of southwest Nebraska. The PO two blocks one way and four blocks another, and I could feel every single footstep hitting perfectly on the heel and rolling properly and pushing off with ease and the whole thing felt excellent. I owe it all to good shoes.
I did not realize there is parking on the roof.
It faces this police building across the street, 14th.
There is not even a word for that in my vocabulary. Foreboding. Uninviting. Retentive. Insecureish. It strikes me as almost the least of everything at once; post modernistic, neoclassic, Brauhaus, decorative, armorial, brutalistic. If I were to sign it I would use the word "building" + "punch" and not the drink kind of punch.
