Hungarian Dance

Life with an Idiot

Alfred Schnittke

Dmitri Shostakovich

Friday is Skyday

Laughing Lhursday

Lighthearted

Delighthearted even.

Kitchen Geometry

Kitchen Geometry

Watching rainbow

Watching rainbow.

Dance of the Dead

Totentanz

Enrico Pace

Time for a Fado

And here the lyrics in English, with thanks to dulcepontes.net

Júlia Galdéria / Lived in misery / She was the guilty one, / She had no husband / Lived alone / There in Lançada. / Lived contented / Looked at people / With the air of mockery, / And all that she had / A little bottle Of old cachaça / Júlia Galdéria, / One day died, / It was the Cinco Tavern / That suffered the most…Oh Júlia Galdéria, / Your sad story! / But I’ve not forgotten / And have drunk to your memory! / You’ll fall here / You’ll fall there / And I’ll put you on your feet, / By St. Martinho / You drank good wine / And good rum! / Rude Júlia, You’re alcoholized, This is the mystery! / You emptied the barrel, / Stretched your long legs, / Went to end up at the cemetery…

Friday is Skyday

Acts of Humanity

See?

Understand?

August ending

More in September ... hopefully.
Take care, try being kind
to others and ... yourself.
The peace of the night.

Unexpected delight

Angel's Throwaway

Fency

Without Head and Tail

Da[h]li[as]

Dahlias at the Windows

Absolutely d'accord ...

... with Mrs Doyle I am.

Imagine, playfully ...

Alfred Schnittke

Friday is Skyday

Meditating

The Sea and You

Waltz of the Flowers

... for a special reason.

Friday is Skyday

Laughing Lhursday

Victor Borge

Past ... Presence ... Future?

Seanemkin Idyll

Behind one could get a fine glimpse of chaos within Seanhenge.

No more

Nothing about what thrice has been made topic on this blog.

Not even links.

Only this: Seven years and nine months old I was when it happened.

50 years later I do vividly remember.

What would I remember had I been entertained by Teletubbies that very day, or had I been responsible for my dear little sweet Tamagotchi?

Instead, I was listening to the radio this very day, and next day I read what had happened the day before.

I hear thanks to many experts the educational system has been improved, since.

The peace of the night.

Friday is Skyday

Laughing Lhursday

PS: Do I really need to repeat there is no typo in the title but that I'd just let a tiny T not spoil an avantgardistic alliteration?

No one knows

Butterfly's Dream

Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. But he didn't know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi. Between Zhuangzi and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things. (2, tr. Burton Watson 1968:49)

 

„Einst träumte Dschuang Dschou, dass er ein Schmetterling sei, ein flatternder Schmetterling, der sich wohl und glücklich fühlte und nichts wußte von Dschuang Dschou. Plötzlich wachte er auf: da war er wieder wirklich und wahrhaftig Dschuang Dschou. Nun weiß ich nicht, ob Dschuang Dschou geträumt hat, dass er ein Schmetterling sei, oder ob der Schmetterling geträumt hat, dass er Dschuang Dschou sei, obwohl doch zwischen Dschuang Dschou und dem Schmetterling sicher ein Unterschied ist. So ist es mit der Wandlung der Dinge."

"Schmetterlingstraum", published in Dschuang Dsï - Südliches Blütenland, Eugen Diederichs Verlag, p. 52

Zhuangzi / Zhuang Zhou

The Three Wishes

Friday is Skyday

Peaceful rage

Boring? Wrong. Borage.
Still boring?
Ring ... ring ... ring ...
Still alive?

My! You are certainly
privileged.

Friday is Skyday

Inflationary Language

Victor Borge

Hurra, I am rich!

Nenne dich nicht arm, weil deine Träume nicht in Erfüllung gegangen sind!

Wirklich arm ist nur, wer nie geträumt hat.

Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach

Don't call yourself poor, 'cause your dreams did not come true.

Really poor is only who never dreamed.

Heavenly Peace Man

Friday is Skyday

Following photos have been taken last Sunday - within 17 minutes.

17 minutes within which the photographer felt excitement, joy, awe, breathlessness, fear, love, pain, thankfulness, desire, deep peace;
and convulsing with pain ... hope ...

20:03

20:05

 

20:06

 

20:07

 

20:08

20:10

20:12

20:14

20:20

As someone asked*

* ... and (almost) always I do enjoy when someone would "look through" my innuendos.

Yes. I get the slightly strong feeling I am fad(o)ing away.

Nothing to worry. That's (part of) life. And thus: Part of Omnium.

Part of Omnium is also: I could be wrong.

Ah, isn't life / Omnium fascinating?

... Well, at least as long as one is able to look on the bright side of life.

May the living never envy the dead.

The peace of the night.

Fado...ing

Spiral of violence

As new details surface of the US operation that killed al Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden, the legality of the mission is being debated in Germany. Many are also critical of rejoicing [link added by sj]- they say it is inappropriate. 

Full article here.

Apart from that operations cannot kill, the peace loving US-American killing experts did, of course, not violate international law. Neither it is unethical for peace-loving people to rejoice in the killing of an evil human being.  

Or do you think anyone in the U.S.A. would complain if somewhere in the global village an operation were launched and after its success the world could hear certain politicians say:

"By killing George Walker Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, David Letterman, Henry Kissinger et al. the scourge of terrorism has suffered a historic defeat but it's not the end. The fight against these criminals* must continue and the states who are their targets must unite to fight them."

The peace of the night.

After all, "justice would have been done" [Mr. Obama], hm?

Icy face

The blues in the eyes.

Mayday - the third

Nurse: The hypochondriac in room 69 is dead.

Doc: Ah, now he's exaggerating.

- - -

Am I exaggerating? Who knows?

Anyway:

Wish I were well. I am not, though.

May those who sent me e-mails and did not yet receive an answer, forgive my laziness.

Be sure, my thoughts are with you much more often than I let you know.

And, please, be sure, too, I am tired of (mentioning) my self-inflicted weakness.

Therefore, I have decided from today onwards to 'have' one post a day.
Photos, mostly.
Not many words I suppose.
Neither I may 'feel like' answering comments - if there are some.
See?! Words don't come easy to me these ... months.



So good, the more, to see / imagine your lenient smiles.

Thank you.
And: The peace of the night.

Splendid invention

Friday is Skyday

Hiatus interruptus

Memento moriendum esse.

After all! Still not well, but slightly better I feel.

...

Well, similar words I chose 98 days ago, only a couple of minutes afterwards, from one second to the other, to learn I had been pretty wrong.

And since I am - sometimes daily, sometimes hourly - taught quite a few of the consequences one has to take in account when for weeks protracting a pneumonia.

My doc says it may take half a year, one year or even two years until my body will have forgiven me.

The more I do appreciate I am still alive.

Thanks a lot, again, to everybody who sent me good wishes while I was trying to cheat 'Brother Death'.

Now is 'Brother Death' part of Omnium [which - Omnium that is - for those who (still) would not know is ... everything].

And, in a way, there have been interesting dialogues between her / him and me. (Not sure yet, if Brother Death is not a Lady and thus - so to speak - a sister.)

I shall not talk about those dialogues, though.

Would be boring, eh?

Thus, to rather cut it short:

I am back.

Am I? Indeed?

Not sure.

February 19th, March 24th - several times I thought now I am well enough.

However, whenever I thought Now it's better, often within seconds I had to live what somewhen I started to call sister Death is (once again) poking fun on brother Sean.

Yes. There have been moments when I came to terms with my sister. Alright, if you mean, ...

Accepting my death does not mean I was/am jubilating. So many things I want to do, to live, to ... enjoy.

Phew!! Some of the 'breathtaking things' I'd love to enjoy presently I might hardly  survive. :) 

Well, and to write an online  di(e)ary is not part of my desires, too.


As said I am grateful.
Times are too interesting to spend them six feet under, would you agree? :)
 
And: Knowing that the longer I live the shorter I am dead, implies

that the longer I live the less time I have to be diplomatic

Means: In future - not knowing how much future I have - [by the way: do you know?] I shall be even less  diplomatic than ever I was.

Isn't this sad?

Not to call evil persons evil 'cause one does fear the consequences?

Mind you! Not necessarily the consequences for oneself, but those for one's family, and thus for those who perhaps would prefer yourself 'just to shut up'.

... ha ha ha ...

The scissors in one's head ... spare the censor.

With no respect: Fuck them! All of them. [The scissors and the censors]

My! I am so glad there don't exist Omnium-flags.

Imagine: Omnium flags being burned in ... well: anywhere. By people who don't even know what Omnium is.

Ha ha ha . . .

What a ridiculous tragedy.

No?


Yes.


This is a mess.

A great chance for improvement, would you agree?

I'll try to do my very best, anyway.

The peace of the night.

Happy New Year!

May 2011 bring you and those around you:

Health

love

peace

inspiration

success

leisure

contentment

and

- in case something does not immediately work -

lots of serene calmness and calm serenety.

And ... who knows ... why not? ...

... perhaps you might even find

the pot at the end of the rainbow ... :)