Intention overboard

One book a day,
Thus at the end of 2013 the world could know my top 365.
A vague intention it was.

As can be seen I threw this intention overboard.

After all, this blog has already become boring enough.

So, there might be some photos more now and then, some empty words more, and that's that.


Enjoy, if you can.

Happy New Year!

Same procedure as every year

If counted well the  Germans today can/could watch Dinner for One (The 90th Birthday) - history here - 13 times, and thus three times fewer than one year ago, but again at different times on various TV-channels, and  apart from the original in various German dialects; no Swiss version in 2012, though.
Very strange folks, the Germans.
Well, judge for yourself.

Tiny tip-off: Be absolutely determined not to laugh.

 

How exciting

How exciting having blocked comments and thus never coming to read those thousands comments I might have got, and never coming to know how many spams of religious nutters I might have had to delete.

Tomorrow my excitement will end.

May the patience be with you.

In Mood for a Fado

Irreal shadows, unreal trees [?]

Nature is where we not are.
There, only there exist the real shadows and real trees.
Fernando Pessoa – The Book of  Unrest, 375

Forth and back

Coming and going.

Merry Christmas

A child's born.
Its 'cross': malnutrition.
About 10,000 times a day.

So Merry Christmas then,
and peace on Earth.
And after the mass
enjoy the masses on your table.
Sumptuous meals,
a Lucullan feast.

After all, (billions of) individuals can't change the world, can they?

May the Lord care for the poor souls.


Fucking hypocrites! 

 

Those who feel offended are meant!

Laughing Lhursday*

Portrait of a father catwalking
with daughter's new tuque.

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

Monochrome Monday

Blimey! It's my father's 110th.
Getting old I am.

On the Road III

Reduction.

On the Road II

Approaching future.

Friday is Skyday

Plane blue.

In face of Vermummungsverbot

Now let's shovel [snow].