Farts in the wind

It's the fourteenths night the Israeli War Force (IWF; sic!) is 'trying' to create peace.

Much has been written about what according to Mrs. Livni (see previous posts) is no humanitarian crisis.

What happens will be what my friend Giulio Stocchi would call ' A fart in the wind'. No missile will change anything for the better.

And so won't - be sure - much of what you could read on 'the web'.

Short live the stupidity!

Not one of the worst, just a 'tiny' example. A young woman in Turkey - to protect herself I won't set the link -, on the first sight not uneducated, would obviously have no problem at all to write:

I'm sorry to say that but i think Adolf Hitler was not very wrong with his decision about converting them into soap.

(i insist that i'm not nationalist but this is absolutely genocide).

Ladies, gentlemen: And this is one of the nicest of the bad**.

Which is why, after having studied the history and followed for more than 40 years what some people would call 'the conflict', I am tired.

Old German saying: The prudent gives in.

Which is why the idiots reign the world!

Thank you very much.

The peace of the night.

* I did not comment on her site as I have dismissed trying to change any super-intelligent lady's mind.
In case the lady happens to insist on her copyright, I shall, of course, set a link.

No humanitarian crisis?

Just in case someone has / had difficulties to understand the previous post(s).

Following the 1948 Arab-Israeli conflict, UNRWA, the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East, was established by United Nations General Assembly resolution 302 (IV) of 8 December 1949 to carry out direct relief and works programmes for Palestine refugees. The Agency began operations on 1 May 1950. In the absence of a solution to the Palestine refugee problem, the General Assembly has repeatedly renewed UNRWA's mandate, most recently extending it until 30 June 2011. [emphazise: mine]

Did Mrs. Livni say there's no humanitarian crisis?

An evil woman - alive and kicking

... or what else ought one to call Zipi Livni, if Israel's foreign ministry is being quoted properly, either in German:

"Es gibt keine humanitäre Krise im Gazastreifen, und deshalb ist eine Waffenpause für Hilfslieferungen nicht notwendig".

and in English:

There is no humanitarian crisis in the [Gaza] Strip, and therefore there is no need for a humanitarian truce."

?

Asking this question my friend, Tetrapilotomos spake: Personally I have been taught that Israeli politicians would never lie, but I do know someone who would wish the cheerleaders of Hamas rather than seven virgins, a very long life and slowly rotting testicles, and at the same time deeply regret that he can't wish Mrs. Livni the same.

An admirable woman - dead

For many many years she was one of those lonely voices in South Africa who would speak out against Apartheid. Today Helen Suzman died.

I am bowing with deep respect.

Courtesy Helen Suzman Foundation

Happy New Year

May 2009 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 ... :)

Same procedure as every year

If counted well the Germans today can watch Dinner for one (The 90th birthday) - history here - twelve times at different times on various TV-channels.
Very strange folks, the Germans.
Well, judge for yourself.

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

On Harold Pinter in Every-Man's Land

Nobel Lecture: Arts, Truth & Politics Warning: The above is nothing for contemporaries who 'have no(t 46 minutes) time for such things'. Brief personal note, especially for those ... experts who got het up when Harold Pinter in 2005 was awarded the Nobelprize: Once in the 70th of the past millennium two outstanding performances of No-Man's Land made me curious to read Pinter's plays: One in the Old Vic (London) with (Sir) John Gielgud as Spooner and Ralph Richardson as Hirst, the other in Schloßpark Theater (Berlin) with Martin Held (Hirst) and Bernhard Minetti (Spooner). If any ... expert had asked me then, f.e. 'Who's better - Nobel Laureate Thomas Mann or Harold Pinter?' - my answer had not been 'Thomas Mann'. Well, the two gentlemen may discuss this in 'Every-Man's Land'. D.i.P. [Discuss in Peace]

Merry Christmas!

Sometimes one has to be cruel

Yesterday, watching an interview with Marlene Dumas on her exhibition Measuring Your Own Grave, the last sentence read:

"You have to be cruel - against yourself ... and others."

And I thought by myself: Hm. Yes. Sometimes.

Un bel di vedremo

Ying Huang as Madame Butterfly



On the 150th birthday of Giacomo Puccini.

In the web of Circe's daughters

Once upon a time, deep in the past millennium, Mrs. J - at that time Miss E. - and I, one day after our engament-party, in Miss E's R4 crossed the Channel to visit our dear friend J.
To cut a lovely and long story short: After a magic fortnight, J. presented me a dish-towel containing following prophesy:

It starts when
you sink
into her arms,
and it ends
with your arms
in the sink.

Don't know why, but at that time I did not take notice of that Miss E. was laughing a bit louder than me, and that there was a certain sparkling in her eyes.

End of the beforegoing.

Two weeks ago the former Miss E., now Mrs. J., and Miss J. kept me busy with washing up, as they were baking twelve different kinds of cookies all Saturday and Sunday.
And what shall I say? They knew to make me feel a very important person.
- Great, Sean, you are faster than any dishwasher.
- Popoye [not Popeye!!], would you like to taste a champagne-cookie?
- Without you, Sean / Popoye [not Popeye!!] baking would be really boring.

Well, it might have been tactic - αἰεὶ δὲ μαλακοῖσι καὶ αἱμυλιοῖσι λογοῖσι θέλγει :) - but one thing is for sure: If Circe's daughters had done the washing-up, the result of the baking would have been exciting.

Just a tiny selection

Well, and last Saturday Mrs. J made three marvellous cakes / tortes (?) to spoil her Mum and the five ladies she had invited for Sunday afternoon. And again my arms ended in the sink.

20 hours later: 491 years happily sitting in one room, and how lovely to hear the girls chirping like birdies, enjoying to get served like Queens. And how flattering to hear them praising Mrs. J's art of baking. And how ... err ... polite none of the ladies would ask why their charming waiter had webs between his wizened fingers.


All this just to let you know that said webs have almost disappeared, and I am back again.

In the mood for ...

... Dvorak's Humoresque No. 7

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Can't believe they would have given you the very job. Ha ha ha.

If so, here's to make it easy for you: The irrelevant posts - irrelevant as they don't transport anything new - you are looking for are to be found by clicking the label food-monopoly.

To help you not losing your job, I'll try to offer one or two posts per week that will let your contracting entity believe (sic) they've found Gene SH221bBSt*.


Blimey, did you ever think of that afterwards they will let you pay for 'their' patented knowledge?

Or well, good night, and good luck.