Land's End

Blimey . . . πάντα ῥεῖ,. and time flies.

Autumnal Hedge

"Seanian Summer" :)

Monochrome Monday (47)

Young day.

Praised be her Madness :)

Four days before I became 25 in 1978, Jacques Brel died.

I was young, and sad. Not too sad, though. I was young.

Today I realise, I have – so far – been allowed to live eleven years and four days longer than this fascinating man.

And I wonder [attention: rhetorical question]: Is life fair?

Time to thank those who have been and still are kind to me, to those who love me and to her who only today said "I love you like mad".

If I were a magician everyone reading these lines – and everyone not reading them – would feel her / his heart filled with serenety and love.

With exception of those bastards I do wish an extraordinarily long life with but one tooth left – and 59 minutes toothache each hour – and slowly and painfully rotting testicles!

To mention but a few contemporaries: . . . Uff! So many?! Oh dear!!

Surely you will know some more.

May lots of empathy be upon you . . . and me. :)

I leave you with . . . Jacques Brel, although in this very concert he does not sing one single favourite chanson of mine.

One can't repeat it . . .

. . . often enough: 

The American who was the first to discover Columbus,made a fatal discovery.

Der Amerikaner, der den Kolumbus zuerst entdeckte,
machte eine böse Entdeckung. [G 183]

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742 - 1799)

Laughing Lhursday

This is . . .

. . . no fairy tale

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

The Seventh

October 7th not only reminds me of today Vladimir Putin again has come one year closer to his biological end.


Surely His Magnificent Ruthlessness, the President of the so-called Russian Federation enjoys a most happy day with all his dear friends, and everyone will have done his best to make the flawless democrat happy.
I wonder which one was the most special present today.

 
Seven years ago, October 7th, 2006 some admirers intended to surprise (?) their beloved President with a very very special present - and assassinated Anna Politkovskaya.

Well, and here's a List of murdered Russian journalists.

Risotto Seanese

Voilà, the ingredients for Risotto Seanese.
Well, almost.

You do, of course, need Risotto Rice,
white wine, (sea-) salt, pepper and Parmeggiano.
Not in the picture: vegetable stock.
In lieu thereof the cod which went with today's risotto.

An Episode

For several days I am cudgeling my brains, but just can't remember whether I read or heard the following somewhere; neither if it it was in English or another language and I just translated the following. 
The person who coined this will forgive me. 
In case s/he is dead, her / his heirs might sue me.

It would be a nice story.

Anyway, here is the thought.

Life is the episode between not existing and not existing

Laughing Lhursday

Pink October

One row,
and the digging
will have found its end.

Life's Little Ironies*

Today, not for the first time, someone said to me:

I do admire you for what you are doing,
the more as you are but her son-in-law.


The 'but' let me smile.

She did probably take it for humility.


*With thanks to Thomas Hardy

Monochrome Monday (46)

Both they do help us –
one to live and one to die.
There are some mistakes.