Saturday, July 19, 2008
Counterparts
Rather than reading this at Internation Musing, watching the voyeur in the photo made me think that there exists a certain likeness between anonymous commenters and burqa wearers.
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Friday, July 18, 2008
Cage as Cage could
As everyone knows July 5th was 'Changing of the Tone' in Halberstadt. Just in case you happened not to be amongst those round about 1.000 connoisseurs in St Burchardi who all excitedly earwitnessed the thrilling moment, and therefore feel inconsolable: the spheric sound will not change until - remember, remember! - the 5th of November.
So when arriving on November 4th you will be able to kill two b ... ahem ... to hear two tones of the John-Cage-project ORGAN² ASLSP within 24 hours.
Well, and incage case you can't get enough, what about booking one of the remaining 631 years? Personally, I intended to book the year 2525, but then I thought I should retreat in favour of Zager and Evans. Since I have been ranging between 2632 and 2320, the more as 2639 is already sold, but right now I think I shall ask them to offer 2640. I'd really like listening to the silence, after 639 years.
PS:
In honour of John Cage I have been writing this post though not as slowly as possible, but at least very very slowly.
And I am quite sure that not only those amongst you who can't read fast will appreciate my gesture.
PPS: For those who wish to buy one or more of the words above: There will soon be a price-list available.
PPPS: Solvent Omnium-lovers who wish to book one or more posts to be published from October onwards, with immediate effect can offer their bids. Just don't be shy - bid high.
So when arriving on November 4th you will be able to kill two b ... ahem ... to hear two tones of the John-Cage-project ORGAN² ASLSP within 24 hours.
Well, and in
PS:
In honour of John Cage I have been writing this post though not as slowly as possible, but at least very very slowly.
And I am quite sure that not only those amongst you who can't read fast will appreciate my gesture.
PPS: For those who wish to buy one or more of the words above: There will soon be a price-list available.
PPPS: Solvent Omnium-lovers who wish to book one or more posts to be published from October onwards, with immediate effect can offer their bids. Just don't be shy - bid high.
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Monday, July 14, 2008
Bitter for Mr. Vitter
As everybody knows 219 years ago a few French stormed the Bastille because they were sick to death of their king and wanted to get what they deserved. 15 years later they got an emperor.
For sure a grand reason for a national holiday.
I could go on and on praising the French and their (sic) revolution*, but ... sorry ... right now I wonder what has happened to the famous David Vitter, who almost exactly one year ago claimed 'he had asked for and received forgiveness from God and his wife - undoubtedly the greatest story for the past 2020 or even 10.000 years, which the BBC gave away though, by mentioning it in a subordinate clause.
Well, googling 'Vitters, prostitute ring, trial', and voilà ha ha ha ... so ho ho ho rry ... hardly ca ha ha han't write.
Help yourself.
Back? And? Isn't this a most touching photo? And wouldn't you say: Yes, this is undoubtedly an intelligently designed couple?
What I cannot entirely understand: As Mr. Vitters has already received forgiveness by Mr. and Mrs. God - and who would doubt his words? -, why would there be an earthly trial? Isn't God any longer boss in his own country?
*French Revolution: another term for replacing a king by an emperor
For sure a grand reason for a national holiday.
I could go on and on praising the French and their (sic) revolution*, but ... sorry ... right now I wonder what has happened to the famous David Vitter, who almost exactly one year ago claimed 'he had asked for and received forgiveness from God and his wife - undoubtedly the greatest story for the past 2020 or even 10.000 years, which the BBC gave away though, by mentioning it in a subordinate clause.
Well, googling 'Vitters, prostitute ring, trial', and voilà ha ha ha ... so ho ho ho rry ... hardly ca ha ha han't write.
Help yourself.
Back? And? Isn't this a most touching photo? And wouldn't you say: Yes, this is undoubtedly an intelligently designed couple?
What I cannot entirely understand: As Mr. Vitters has already received forgiveness by Mr. and Mrs. God - and who would doubt his words? -, why would there be an earthly trial? Isn't God any longer boss in his own country?
*French Revolution: another term for replacing a king by an emperor
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Not by Dafydd ap Gwilym :)
Good Night
GOOD NIGHT? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severes those it should unite;
Let us remain together still
Then it will be a good nightHow can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight
Be it not said, thought, understood,
That it will be good night.To hearts which near each other move
Percy B. Shelley
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say good-night.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Just so
Voilà, in case anybody's interested in what German newspapers focused on in their feuilletons, this week.
I'll focus on my dreams.
The Peace of the Night
I'll focus on my dreams.
The Peace of the Night
Summits of pleasure
"It was nice to see you", said the deaf to the blind.
"The pleasure's all mine. You were a wonderful listener."
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
No joke here
Seems every blogger, regardless if woman or man is posting jokes today.
To make a difference, here's reality news.
This morning, near the graveyard I stumbled into a young man, or rather he hastened into me. Last time we met - it must have been late February, or so - he had just finished his studies for the teaching profession and got taught there's no need for him as a teacher.
The more delighted I was to see him smiling and in the best mood.
After both we had murmured our 'Sorry', he recognised me.
"Ah, Sean."
"An espresso at Vincenzo's?' I asked.
"Would be great, but I'm in a hurry."
"I see. What's her name?"
"Sorry, but ..." And off he speeded. All I could understand from what he shouted over his shoulder: "... 'll ... you ... ail."
Five minutes ago I received an email:
Well, what can I say. I am so happy for the young chap. It's not easy to find a job in these times.
To make a difference, here's reality news.
This morning, near the graveyard I stumbled into a young man, or rather he hastened into me. Last time we met - it must have been late February, or so - he had just finished his studies for the teaching profession and got taught there's no need for him as a teacher.
The more delighted I was to see him smiling and in the best mood.
After both we had murmured our 'Sorry', he recognised me.
"Ah, Sean."
"An espresso at Vincenzo's?' I asked.
"Would be great, but I'm in a hurry."
"I see. What's her name?"
"Sorry, but ..." And off he speeded. All I could understand from what he shouted over his shoulder: "... 'll ... you ... ail."
Five minutes ago I received an email:
Sean,
sorry about this mornings' hurry. There was a very important press conferance at the chemistry. They are going to have an 'Open Door Day'. With bouncing castle for the kids and many more attractive sensations.
Imagine, Sean. End of March I'd not hardly know how to spell shornalyst, and only three months later I happen to be one. I could huck the whole world. Shornalism is the most wonderfull profashion in the world.
But now I have to stop. I am in hurry. In ten minutes I have to email the article (220 lines) to the lady owner, for authorisation.
In hurry,
Yours ...
Well, what can I say. I am so happy for the young chap. It's not easy to find a job in these times.
Every baby will be delighted
Every German citizen should have the right to vote in national elections, even those under the age of 18, says a group of parliamentarians. They've proposed a law that would allow parents to vote for their children.
In case anyone does feel the wish to continue, voilà, here you are.
As I am determined to spend this day far from the madding crowd I shall not comment on mad crowds' proposals.In case anyone does feel the wish to continue, voilà, here you are.
There is but one tiny word attracting my attention.
Did your eyes detect it, too?
Right. Every.
And what does every mean? ... Correct: Every.
So, what's the following? ... Rubbish?
Well, I'd not go as far.
Let's agree to that the whole article consequently lacks of sense.
How could any accident like this
ever happen? What's amiss?
Frankly, I don't know, as to my knowledge only the brightest brains would nowadays get offered the chance of trying to become a journalist and, after a 6*-education only the crème de la crème of these brightest brains would ...
Hm ...
hm ...
why would I suddenly think of the White House?
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Mission truthfully accomplished
Isn't it strange that sometimes we would feel embarrassed for people we do not even know? Only this afternoon it happened to me again.
Having un espresso doppio at Vicenco's I was forced to hear a dialogue between two strange looking men who may praise the fact they were another weight category than me.
What they said, was so disgusting that - truth be told - I'd never ever speak about, had there not been a voice speaking to me the other moment: Sean, write it down. Word by word. Share it with the blogosphere!
Well, so be it. This is what I heard:
In this moment I got up and went home. Can't tell you, dear readers, how embarrassed I felt.
Having un espresso doppio at Vicenco's I was forced to hear a dialogue between two strange looking men who may praise the fact they were another weight category than me.
What they said, was so disgusting that - truth be told - I'd never ever speak about, had there not been a voice speaking to me the other moment: Sean, write it down. Word by word. Share it with the blogosphere!
Well, so be it. This is what I heard:
It is well known that children and drunkards always are telling the truth, isn't it?
No soul that would not know this.
That is why it is hard to understand why the White House would apologize for telling the truth about Silvio Berlusconi, distributed in a press-kit at the so-called G8-summit.
Egads! They apologied for telling the truth?
Aye. Basically they said: Sorry, dear Silvio, for insulting you by telling the truth.
Who said so?
Spokesman Toni Fratto.
Ha ha, Toni Fratto?
Not all descendants from Italian immigrants would work for the US-Mafia.
Well, when you can get a job in the firm of the bigger rival organisation. Anyway, back to the apology. Seems like all alcoholics they did regret the morning after. Why would the White House employ a bunch of alcoholics?
Presidential order? After all, like will to like.
Wait. George Walker Bush does not drink a drop since he had an audience with his god. It's insulting to call him an alcoholic.
Who would doubt that Mr. Bush jr. stopped boozing his brain out of his head after the mission was accomplished. However, it's no insult to call him an alcoholic. Once an alcoholic, forever an alcoholic. Ask your doctor. Your doctor will also be able to tell you that alcoholics use to meet the strangest people in delirium tremens.
In this moment I got up and went home. Can't tell you, dear readers, how embarrassed I felt.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Surely pure coincidence
Why would a director of a German institute for Turkish studies, Faruk Şen and
Britain's first Muslim Minister, Shahid Malik, within a couple of weeks basically say "The Turks are the new Jews of Germany' respectively "The muslims are the Jews of Britain"?
Pure coincidence?
Britain's first Muslim Minister, Shahid Malik, within a couple of weeks basically say "The Turks are the new Jews of Germany' respectively "The muslims are the Jews of Britain"?
Pure coincidence?
Iran: Mullahs banned from mosques*
Tehran - Iranian clerics have been banned from appearing in prayer rooms and mosques because they are said to promote a culture of fear and intolerance, according to the Ministry of Culture and Islamic Guidance.
The measure was announced on Monday and reported by Iran's official news agency Irna.
Ali Reza Karimi, director of the ministry's press and disinformation department, said the ban included the use of Iranian clerics with overseas Farsi language satellite networks.
He urged to respect the ruling to safeguard what he calls national dignity.
Ah, sorry, this is the news of another day.
But now:
* Sorry. Just noticed that the check-correct-title- surveillance failed. The responsible person was immediately sentenced to ten seconds of severest swear-boarding.
The measure was announced on Monday and reported by Iran's official news agency Irna.
Ali Reza Karimi, director of the ministry's press and disinformation department, said the ban included the use of Iranian clerics with overseas Farsi language satellite networks.
He urged to respect the ruling to safeguard what he calls national dignity.
Ah, sorry, this is the news of another day.
But now:
Tehran, 7 July (AKI) - Iranian artists and athletes have been banned from appearing in commercials because they are said to promote a culture of consumerism, according to the Ministry of Culture and Islamic Guidance.
Continued here.
* Sorry. Just noticed that the check-correct-title- surveillance failed. The responsible person was immediately sentenced to ten seconds of severest swear-boarding.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
I by Dafydd ap Gwilym
What a weekend. 39 hours ago I intended to write some light-hearted posts, but then, in the deepest den of my heart suddenly the snakes Irony and Sarcasm woke up - or rather were awaken - and since they were darting, trying to lure my fingers to squirt their venom via keyboard into the blogosphere. And no one and nothing able to becalm these creatures.
* :) Yes, dear readers, there do exist whispering seagulls. All you need is silence. :) Well, and a little fantasy. In case you don't believe me, just ask your children ...
My quest to withstand the tempters seemed almost lost, when while I was watching her an Irish seagull whispered* to me: Dafydd ap Gwilym.
And immediately both snakes cuddled close, coiled up, fell smilingly asleep, and I knew: It's over - for this time.
And immediately both snakes cuddled close, coiled up, fell smilingly asleep, and I knew: It's over - for this time.
Fair seagull on the tide, of a colour indeed
with the snow or the white moon,
your beauty is clear as a piece of the sun,
or a glove of shining crystal salt!
Lightly over the spreading fertile ocean
swiftly the bird flies fishing.
Sea-lily, together we will go,
hand in hand beyond the horizon:
for you are my only letter to her,
pure white and lying like a nun
in the trough of the waves of the sea.
Go where you see the shape of camp and castle,
where the fame of woman is: there will
your fame, my messenger, be spread.
Look seagull and see,
a maid of light in shining castle,
give her this summons in my words ...
let her choose me!
Go to her now! Let it be she!
With this bold welcome be cunning
with the gentle creature.
Be my fine messenger and tell her
unless I can have her I shall die:
I am her lover and sad is my condition.
O men! Was there ever such a loving!
Did Merlin feel desire hotter,
Taliesin love a lovelier girl?
Mixed yellow grain falling on copper,
excellence on excellence! O seagull
if you see the loveliest human cheek
in christendom .... I tell you
unless I have some kindly word from her,
this girl will be the ending of me!
* :) Yes, dear readers, there do exist whispering seagulls. All you need is silence. :) Well, and a little fantasy. In case you don't believe me, just ask your children ...
Friday, July 04, 2008
I might be out tonight
Ladies and gentlemen,
Bayanlar, Baylar,
Signoras e Signori,
Señoras y Señores,
Mesdames et Messieurs, :)
Friends,
just to make sure none of you is going to get worried.
In case there's no (other) post tonight, I'll be sitting in Mr. Morrell's virtual dwelling, enjoying a talk about arts, and thus getting my horizon widened.
Whoever feels fancy to join us, is most welcome.
All others who think they have better things to do, I do wish a pleasant start into the weekend :)
Bayanlar, Baylar,
Signoras e Signori,
Señoras y Señores,
Mesdames et Messieurs, :)
Friends,
just to make sure none of you is going to get worried.
In case there's no (other) post tonight, I'll be sitting in Mr. Morrell's virtual dwelling, enjoying a talk about arts, and thus getting my horizon widened.
Whoever feels fancy to join us, is most welcome.
All others who think they have better things to do, I do wish a pleasant start into the weekend :)
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