Young day. |
Monday, October 14, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
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.
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.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
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)
Labels:
1492,
aphorisms,
Columbus,
Lichtenberg
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Laughing Lhursday
Monday, October 07, 2013
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.
Labels:
Anna Politkovskaya,
Freedom of Press,
Putin
Sunday, October 06, 2013
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. |
Labels:
Miscellanies,
Risotto Seanese,
Seanhenge
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.
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
Labels:
copyright,
greedy heirs,
life,
thoughts
Thursday, October 03, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
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
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
Labels:
care,
Miscellanies,
terminal caring
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Speedblogging
To speak with Father Jack:
I am so ssooo sssooorry.
So sorry that I posted ten times within a few hours.
How wonderful that anyone can ignore.
Drink! Feck! Arse! Girls!
The peace of the night.
I am so ssooo sssooorry.
So sorry that I posted ten times within a few hours.
How wonderful that anyone can ignore.
Drink! Feck! Arse! Girls!
The peace of the night.
Labels:
Father Jack,
Miscellanies,
speedblogging
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