Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Monday, March 01, 2010
Suppose I should stick to silently writing
To think
I must be alone:
To love
We must be together.
I think I love you
When I'm alone
More than I think of you
When we're together.
I cannot think
Without loving
Or love
Without thinking
Alone I love
To think of us together
Together I think
I'd love to be alone.
Richard Murphy
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Never wake a lazy lion
Ladies and gentlemen,
Dames en heren,
Bayanlar, Baylar,
Signoras e Signori,
Señoras y Señores,
Mesdames et Messieurs,
Friends,
I am so sorry to cause inconviences.
Some religious nutters cause me, in a first step to ask for word verification. As soon as the lady and the gentleman* (or the machine) get tired and thus decide to focus on other poor bloggers, I shall return to easy business as usual.
* My esteemed readers will notice that on my quest to become the politest blogger in this universe and those yet to discover, I did not call mentioned lady and gentleman names.
Otherwise, I'd say they are fucking idiots.
The peace of the night.
Dames en heren,
Bayanlar, Baylar,
Signoras e Signori,
Señoras y Señores,
Mesdames et Messieurs,
Friends,
I am so sorry to cause inconviences.
Some religious nutters cause me, in a first step to ask for word verification. As soon as the lady and the gentleman* (or the machine) get tired and thus decide to focus on other poor bloggers, I shall return to easy business as usual.
* My esteemed readers will notice that on my quest to become the politest blogger in this universe and those yet to discover, I did not call mentioned lady and gentleman names.
Otherwise, I'd say they are fucking idiots.
The peace of the night.
Perhaps, perhaps
Astronomy is perhaps the science whose discoveries owe least to chance, in which human understanding appears in its whole magnitude, and through which man can best learn how small he is.
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799)
Friday, February 19, 2010
One cat a day ... ?
Yesterday a blackbird, used to find ...
looking left ...
looking right ...
hardly could believe its eyes.Thursday, February 18, 2010
Forest Bulb: Some thought I were Venus
Well, as promised for today's Laughing Lhursday, here's the metagrobolistic subject of Seanstronomy, observed in daytime.
I think from now on I shall call this star Forest Bulb.
As now :) can (perhaps) easily be seen it's neither Venus, Moon, nor Mars, but the good old bulb at the edge of our good old greenhouse which - mind you, the greenhouse, not the bulb - once, deep in the past millennium, was build mainly from old windows by our father (never would have come to my mind he was "but" my father-in-law) who whenever I'd admire his various skills (and how often I would!) accompanied by his unique tiny smile used to say (and still I do have his voice in my ear): "Sean, you can well be stupid as long as you know how to help yourself."
By the way: See the bright spot on the western side of Forest Bulb's northern hemisphere, pretty near to its equator? That's the sun.
Well, I am pretty sure that someone who on first sight knows to distinguish Mars from a bulb [see here, in the comment section] will probably insist on that it's rather a reflection of the sun, or to put it more precisely ... here's your turn, Andrew. :)
And now, getting hungry, I'll dedicate myself to something completely different. Bertus would call it minestronology.
I think from now on I shall call this star Forest Bulb.As now :) can (perhaps) easily be seen it's neither Venus, Moon, nor Mars, but the good old bulb at the edge of our good old greenhouse which - mind you, the greenhouse, not the bulb - once, deep in the past millennium, was build mainly from old windows by our father (never would have come to my mind he was "but" my father-in-law) who whenever I'd admire his various skills (and how often I would!) accompanied by his unique tiny smile used to say (and still I do have his voice in my ear): "Sean, you can well be stupid as long as you know how to help yourself."
By the way: See the bright spot on the western side of Forest Bulb's northern hemisphere, pretty near to its equator? That's the sun.
Well, I am pretty sure that someone who on first sight knows to distinguish Mars from a bulb [see here, in the comment section] will probably insist on that it's rather a reflection of the sun, or to put it more precisely ... here's your turn, Andrew. :)
And now, getting hungry, I'll dedicate myself to something completely different. Bertus would call it minestronology.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Long live Heine
Our death is in the cool of night,
our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
the day has tired me with light.
Over my head in leaves grown deep,
sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Same route - different views
Almost I had forgotten what difference blue sky and some spells of sun do make.
Well, ... and ... freshly fallen snow.
Well, here's what it is looking like today.
One more example:
Ten days ago.
This morning.
Well, ... and ... freshly fallen snow.
Well, here's what it is looking like today.One more example:
Ten days ago.
This morning.Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Metropolis
Those who might rather have expected the opus 'Megashovelling' will have to wait until tomorrow, as - after all the snow shovelling - I watched the restored version of Fritz Lang's silent classic that tonight had its premiere at the 60th "Berlinale".
Stunning!
And now, for those who can't wait until the film will be released in their country: Voilà.
The peace of the night.
Stunning!
And now, for those who can't wait until the film will be released in their country: Voilà.
The peace of the night.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Laughing Lhursday
Hostes alienigeni me abduxerunt. Qui annus est?*
* I was kidnapped by aliens. What year is it?
Nah! Neither was I kidnapped nor did I spoil a walk by breaking this or that extremity on icy path(s).
Just extremely busy with not blogging I was for a couple of days. And as you can easily see from above's title, still I would not let a tiny T spoil an absolutely amazing avantgardistic alliteration.
Apropos 'Laughing Lhursday': Visiting Stan, the master of Sentence First, the corners of your mouth will start quite a few expeditions to your ear-lobes.
Take your time, but don't miss coming back for Knatolee's hilarious hen-haiku(s) and ...
... Webwisewoman who caused me a bockety laughter.
The peace of the night.
* I was kidnapped by aliens. What year is it?
Nah! Neither was I kidnapped nor did I spoil a walk by breaking this or that extremity on icy path(s).
Just extremely busy with not blogging I was for a couple of days. And as you can easily see from above's title, still I would not let a tiny T spoil an absolutely amazing avantgardistic alliteration.
Apropos 'Laughing Lhursday': Visiting Stan, the master of Sentence First, the corners of your mouth will start quite a few expeditions to your ear-lobes.
Take your time, but don't miss coming back for Knatolee's hilarious hen-haiku(s) and ...
... Webwisewoman who caused me a bockety laughter.
The peace of the night.
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