Saturday, July 31, 2010

Cover Story 0004 - Ch.6

What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Confusion of the feelings
Days of joy
Dreams of dreams
First love, [last rites]
Erogenous zone
Nights of love and laughter

For visitors stumbling upon this site:

Who gave Omnium the impetus

Fancy to join? The Flesh-eating Dragon offers a good introduction

Friday, July 30, 2010

Cover Story 0004 - Ch. 5

What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Confusion of the feelings
First love, [last rites]
Days of joy
Erogenous zone*
Nights of love and laughter

For visitors stumbling upon this site:

Who gave Omnium the impetus

Fancy to join? The Flesh-eating Dragon offers a good introduction

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Cover Story 0004 - Ch. 4

What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Confusion of the feelings
First love, [last rites]

Days of joy
Nights of love and laughter

For visitors stumbling upon this site:

Who gave Omnium the impetus

Fancy to join? The Flesh-eating Dragon offers a good introduction

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Cover Story 0004 - Ch. 1-3

What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Confusion of the feelings
Days of joy
Nights of love and laughter 

These were the first books I put together this afternoon, not knowing that at the end there'd stand a pile of 27 books posing for my camera; 

At that moment an experiment was born: This story will be continued.

For the next couple of weeks each day you will find one chapter added.
This can turn out to be exquisitely boring, perhaps not.

Those who like can see a story developing, not necessarily always straight forward - or rather: straight downwards; sometimes a new chapter will be inserted. Even the title might suddenly change.

However, there's much more that can happen. You might find yourself trying to slip into the author's thoughts. 'Why would he choose this one for chapter 3? I'd insert it between chapter 11 and 12.' And so on, and so on ...
You might try to guess what the next chapter will be about. And when it's been posted you might be disappointed or surprised or amused or ...

What depends me: I am amused; the more as I would not be surprised if I surprised myself and what today I (thought to be) finished at the end will tell completely another story. Protagonists sometimes can be very idiosyncretic, out of the blue mutiny and board their master's command bridge. :)

Apart from such imponderables, presently there's but one open question: How to avoid repeating the idea behind this experiment for random first time visitors, again and again?

By setting three links I suppose:
One to the beginning; one to this post; one to the ingenious Irishman who put the idea into my head.
We shall see.

First, though, I shall sleep.
The peace of the night.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Drink Drive Campaign

ORKNEY police stopped 11 drivers during Northern Constabulary's two week Safer Summer campaign, but thankfully* none tested positive for drink driving.
Full article here.

Imagine, dear readers: During their campaign Orkney's busy Policemen within two weeks stopped 11 (in words: eleven) drivers.
Blimey!! That's one driver every 30 hours 54 minutes and 54 seconds!!!

Didn't I save a drop of Highland Park for special moments?
Ah. Yes. ...

Here's to the brave Orkney policemen,
to Sergeants Pluck and MacCruiskeen
and the busy bees of Orkney Today. Sláinte!

* 'thankfully?! I thought it was a Drink Drive Campaign!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Cover Story 0003

The Trial

The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder

Nada ...

Afghan War Diary

[...] close to 92,000 classified documents pertaining to the war in Afghanistan have been leaked. SPIEGEL, the New York Times and the Guardian have analyzed the raft of mostly classified documents. The war logs expose the true scale of the Western military deployment [...]

I see no need to add any personal note - at this point ...

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Cover Story 0001/2

Currently I am surrounded by (about) the books I concider to be my favourite thousand.
All in perfect order.
There are 
- two shelves with German authors
- one shelf with English authors
- one (a bit bigger than the English shelf) with Irish authors
- one with North American authors
- one with Italian, French, Spanish and Latin American authors
- one with Scandinavian, Russian and other European authors
- one with African and Asian authors
- one with anthologies
- one with philosophy, politics and other non-fiction
- one full of science and dictionaries

... and all in alphabetic order. :)

Did the third line read ' All in perfect order'?

They are not. Not anymore. And it's all Stan's fault.

Had he not removed a book from its tower and thus had not caused it stoppling unstoppably against its neighbour and causing a domino-effect he might not have felt prompted to carry out a modest plan that had just taken seed; certainly there would not have such a chaos been caused in my book shelves.

Do I feel upset? Yes!!
And no.
Actually, somehow I do feel what might have been a tiny mishap for an Irish language-connoisseur, could turn out to become a  giant leap for Omnium.

You know such situations? Reading a book, suddenly you (want to) say: 'Oh, Darling, listen.' ...

Now is not every reader (considered) Omnium's darling (per se), but ... yes: For quite a while I thought of introducing my readers to at least some books I do find recommendable.

My problem(s) so far: 
- (proverbial) laziness ... those who prefer to call it arrogance are forgiven
- lack of time ... to look up all those words to let my reviews sound not only excellent, but let my readers jump up and hurry to the next bookshop around the corner and order the book

To cut it short: Thanks to Stan I do see an opportunity to introduce you to at least some books I like, without the need to tell you why. For sure: (if you want) you'll find out yourself.

So here's what I decided to call Cover Story 0001.

The World According To Garp*:
A Time to Dance
Under the Milkwood.
* See my next problem? Due to my laziness (see above) when reading a book I'd prefer to read it in German which offers the opportunity to sometimes sentence the translator to at least two seconds of severest  swearboarding ... but ...

on the other side, this dilemma provides possibilities ...

Alas ...
In such a Night
Getting Through
The Dark

The peace of the night.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Just a question

Ought lawyers
who contrary to better knowledge
defend extremely evil criminals
to be considered extremely evil criminals themselves?

Wednesday, July 21, 2010


Sharing resource(s) peacefully.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

After four weeks drought

Here the rain comes - hopefully without hailstones.

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Happy Birthday to a "Titan"

Gustav Mahler

¡Que Viva España!

As I wrote here and there: If the German team plays as fine a football as against England and Argentina, they will have a chance.
I would not mind, though, if the Spanish team won; as long as they play fair and are better.

Well, and tonight the Spanish team was better!

What fascinated me: Seldom I saw such important a match with almost no fouls.

Thus, here we go:


Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Die Gedanken sind frei

Die Gedanken sind frei

Die Gedanken sind frei,
Wer kann sie erraten;
Sie fliehen vorbei
Wie nächtliche Schatten.
Kein Mensch kann sie wissen,
Kein Jäger erschießen;
Es bleibet dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei.

Ich denk was ich will,
Und was mich beglücket,
Doch alles in der Still,
Und wie es sich schicket.
Mein Wunsch und Begehren
Kann niemand verwehren,
Es bleibet dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei.

Und sperrt man mich ein
Im finsteren Kerker,
Das alles sind rein
Vergebliche Werke;
Denn meine Gedanken
Zerreissen die Schranken
Und Mauern entzwei:
Die Gedanken sind frei.

Drum will ich auf immer
Den Sorgen entsagen
Und will mich auf nimmer
Mit Drillen mehr plagen.
Man kann ja im Herzen
Stets lachen und scherzen
Und denken dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei.

The thoughts are free!
The thoughts are free!
Who can guess them?
They fly along like nightly shadows
No man can know them
No hunter can shoot them
It remains as it is:
The thoughts are free! 

I think about what I want 
and what makes me happy
But everything in the still,
and as it's appropriate.
My wish and desire
Nobody can refuse,
It stays this way:
The thoughts are free!

And if they lock me
In a dark dungeon
All these are simply
(most) futile works
Cause my thoughts
do tear apart
The bars and walls:
Thoughts are free!

That's why I shall forever
renounce all worries
And shall never tease myself
with drilling anymore
Because one can in one's heart
always keep laughing and joking
While thinking: The thoughts are free.

Saturday, July 03, 2010

La mort des loups


Ní fuláir deachmhadh na sláinte dhíol.

One must health pay its tithes.

Friday, July 02, 2010

Full age attained

Yesterday, around midnight I suddenly thought of that my father who - exactly four months after my mother - died 21 years ago, and I now have attained full age: he as a dead, I as an orphan.

'Oh, how disrespectful!'


Anyway, the corners of our mouths enjoyed a jocund expedition to the ear-lobes.