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Monday, June 15, 2009
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Polar ice cracks
Polar ice
cracks
frozen
water from the farthest reaches of the south
crystalline
distraction from the red heat of his mouth
Or skies in
late morning, on midday
with few
pure white clouds, under the looming shade of night.
They gleam
so icy white.
Mocking me?
They glint too sharply
Antarctica
in every gaze, so bright it has to pierce the haze
Of ash and
smoke and coal in my own, with the fiercest light that I've ever known
Such were
the changeling's eyes when our paths crossed yesterday.
And such
was my task - but did I fail? - to write what's best to say.
[C's homework - H: “Write a poem about my eyes, until tomorrow.”]
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Monday, June 15, 2009
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Whispers
Longing leaves love lone and littered, Hovering about in halves -- Two of them, and sometimes bitter, But it never stopped our laughs. Will it, wish for wanton whispers Like the rustling in a tree Of a hot wind giving shivers And a sighing melody; Rays from up there feed us fire, Fuel shifting on the ground; And as steam and smoke rise higher There is just one lovely sound -- To the rhythm of this lyre We can hear our pulses pound.
(Another of C's poems to H. My first sonnet. Feel free to comment.)
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Wednesday, May 06, 2009
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I had posted the first chunk before, with minor differences
Sue Is
Idol
“What
were you doing when the news came?” asked she, trying to sound profound.
“I was
watching porn,” said I, trying to shock her. I looked at her with a smirk, but
she didn’t look back at me.
“And
jacking off to it,” I tried. It didn’t work.
She just
mumbled: “You can’t ‘jack off’, you’re a woman.” I rolled my eyes, sighed,
shrugged, and thought: ‘What else am I going to call it then?’ all at the same
time.
She
continued staring off into the dust in front of our faces, in the space between
the street below, and the eightth floor where we were sitting. And I kept
watching her. I was rewarding her crappy emo-depth-performance with that, I
knew, but I just didn’t want to miss it. It was so funny.
Now she
sighed and wrinkled her brow, both very artificially.
“How’s it
going to be from now on?” said she softly. That broadened my smile into a wide,
stupid, expectant grin. She was going to say something really old and dumb
next, wasn’t she? Something along the lines of ‘It’s not the same without him,’
or ‘Everything will be different.’ My mouth opened of its own accord, and I
must have looked really retarded, the way I stared at her like a child as if
she was a clown – someone actually trying
to be entertaining. I mean, on purpose. And then she spoke.
“I asked
you a question.”
“Uh?”
said I automatically.
“Does.
Not. Compute.” What the hell?
“What?!”
She
shoved me rudely in the side, so that I almost fell from the windowsill we were
sitting on. I had just steadied myself, when she –
“Asshole!
You liked him, you cunt! Be sorry! Stop grinning, you stupid shitface, mourn!
He’s dead, now mourn! He was your fucking friend! BE SORRY!”
She
jostled me some more while shouting at me, and I took it for the first few
seconds I needed to get over the shock, and then jumped off the ledge.
Her
high-pitched scream that wafted down to me through the noisy swishing of the
air was the most amusing thing to entertain me during these last few seconds.
So the last thing I actually heard was my chuckle.
No,
actually, it was a messy cracking sound when my skull connected with the
concrete.
When I
woke up it was already afternoon, and I had missed the morning cartoons,
football practice, and a call from The Prince, precisely in that order. My
stupid mother, upon returning from whatever important housewive business she
had to attend to on Saturday mornings with her equally stupid housewife
friends, acted as if that was the most reproachful thing I could have done,
oversleeping. She nagged and nagged as if the world depended on her killing my
brain with it, while I spooned up my Fruit Loops and chanced the occasional
glance at the newspaper on the kitchen table. I didn’t dare read it properly in
front of her, while she was nagging ...
It must have been about the same
time in Laune, a neighbouring district, when some girl I’d never seen in my
life killed herself. Normally I wouldn’t have cared, of course, because I
hadn’t known her at all, never even heard of her before her death. People
commit suicide all over the place, so the news wasn’t even remarkable when it
reached me. But I did begin to care when I became aware of the impact this
particular suicide had on my friends. But we’re not there yet. I was at
breakfast in the afternoon.
So my mother finished nagging, I
finished my cereals, and I placed the bowl and the spoon in the dishwasher.
Only then did I take a look at the display of my mobile and saw that a girl
from my football club and The Prince had called. I deleted the two notices and called
The Prince back over the housephone. Now, there are a few things I should tell
you about The Prince before he enters the story, because otherwise you might
get the wrong first impression of him from this particular phonecall. First of
all, he was intelligent and knowledgable, really. He was my classmate, my
friend, had a twisted sense of intelligent humour, similar to mine, and was
extremely eccentric. If I ever had such a thing as a “best friend”, he was it.
The one I had most in common with, and whom I liked best. Now on with it.
“Yes?” He
was whining.
“Hey. You
called. What is it?”
“Don’t
snap at me, bitch. We need to talk about Sue.” I hadn’t snapped at him at all,
I was just being curt as always, on the phone.
“Who is
Sue?”
“What do
you mean, who is Sue – Thomas’ ex-girlfriend!” I had no idea what he was
talking about, or who Thomas was.
“I still
don’t know her. Or this Thomas character. Who the duce are Thomas and Sue?”
He sighed
impatiently. “Don’t be thick, you know them. Whatever. You have to come over
NOW, and join our circle.”
I blinked
at the receiver. Join the what? “What?” He just breathed impatiently. “...Okay,
I’m coming.” And then we hung up.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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Category: Games
Second Life photo album:The telescope on Damani   It lets you adjust degrees with the numbers, and upon pulling the lever, the telescope moves into the chosen direction. The ring shows you a hologram of the particular part of the sky the telescope is pointed at. It can be switched on and off. Seen on NorthStar:  A little sandbox enjoyment gone wild  It was as noisy as it looks. The longest fall of my entire Second Life. It lasted minutes.  ~ Great Sim: The Doctor Who Experience
A 10th Doctor AV and a model of Gallifrey
  
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Friday, April 10, 2009
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Liebe Christen, warum wundert sich bei euch niemand über Eier und Hasen zu Ostern? Warum heißt Ostern überhaupt "Ostern"? Könnte es gar sein, dass Jacob Grimm damals Recht hatte, als er behauptete, es habe eine germanische Fruchtbarkeitsgöttin namens Ostara gegeben? Was wird wohl im Frühling mit Eiern, Rammlern, Blumen und flauschigen Lämmlein als Symbolen am wahrscheinlichsten gefeiert: Fruchtbarkeit oder der Tod und die Wiederauferstehung einer Person, die mit denselben Symbolen nie in Verbindung gebracht wird?
Also. Warum suchen die lieben Kinder zu Ostern bunte Eier, und nicht kleine bunte Jesusleichen? Was hat der in eurem Buch totgefolterte Mann mit Eiern zu tun?
MfG
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Friday, February 27, 2009
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n53-3QnhxZk
This concerns all citizens of UN member countries.
Take action, stand up for all our rights and sign the petition against this UN resolution: http://www.petitiononline.com/blasphmy/petition.html
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Thursday, December 25, 2008
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Category: Art and Photography
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Saturday, October 18, 2008
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Category: Writing and Poetry
These I've written for the same purpose - let's say 'idea', since it's not an actual, real person, but a character - well, for the same 'concept' to read as the Swamp. It might be helpful to add that that 'person' and the lyrical I are both male characters. .. http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8">.. name="ProgId" content="Word.document· name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10">.. name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10">.. rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOKUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOKALE%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml">.. -->[if gte mso 9]>.. Normal 0 21 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 .. -->[if gte mso 10]> ..[endif]--> Play With Me
Get sucked into the black hole and dissolve out of the white hole gently flows a kiss the dust of a galaxy ghosting over us casts shadows and the mist makes it all look dangerous. It is all I can do not to ignite but it's pointless to fight, 'cause I'm covered in tar And you're a burning star. So we explode in bright light A red giant we are. We don't see anything else, because it is just dark out there We shed light on ourselves, and don't look anywhere but into the searing flames of each other's eyes hissing our names and the heat that feeds our fire games is perpetually induced By our bodies, Fused.
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Ever seen a drop so dark that stained the lip of yours, that spread out deep onto your tongue to taste of burning force? This life I give to you along with starry strings that stick - the Milky Way, it sprayed so strong – destroyed, just with a lick. And you take in the flaming flesh seasoned with white and red and drink the violence so fresh in all the love I've bled. We're hungry now and strain the wreath, a rhythm we're adopting. You move like lava underneath thin rock, close to erupting. And when you do it breaks the dance of heat and urgent shifting - sudden earthquake and you think there's nothing more uplifting. The cooling rocks fall into place, jarred and chipped and drenched, the bloody stars still on your face - Our thirst is not quite quenched.
Any criticism as always welcome.
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Friday, October 10, 2008
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The Swamp
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That's what it is.
A fragrant swamp of warmth and bliss.
You sink in deep, tempted to sleep
Your vision grows dim, and if you don't learn to swim
You will drown as it pulls you down
But it's so beautiful
It's so safe and warm and healthy.
There's pressure from all sides, but it's tender.
Soft, hot, living tissue surrounds you like a body.
Its pulse replaces your own.
There's a hitch in your heart when those eyes bear down on you from that sky.
And you stop breathing when you hear this song of a voice.
Then you draw in what you expect to be air.
But it's the scent of the swamp, nothing else is there.
From now on, you are breathing the bog, if you can breathe at all.
And your bloodstream is nourished with this steam and liquid from all around.
The Master of the marsh looms over you, tall
While you just lie there, and look up in a daze.
The figure over you sort of gleams in the haze.
He bears into you with his unyielding gaze.
You're intoxicated with this, and the dizziness grows.
You're becoming a sigh, your lowly meekness shows.
The Master's eyes keep staring, and you think he knows.
Everything, why you're there, why it's you.
And you have no idea where you are and what to do.
This comfort feels strange, it frightens you a bit.
It's heating you up.
Love, is it?
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As always, comments and criticism of all kinds are welcome.
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
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Sunday, September 14, 2008
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Category: News and Politics
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Ron Paul – Most popular on the web The internet, the most powerful free voice, shows the popularity of the ideas Paul advocates. He supports republican values, holding conservatively true to the constitution – while sounding outrageously revolutionary. He had a real chance to win. www.RonPaul2008.com www.ronpaulpoll.com On the Tonight Show with Jay Leno Campaign for Liberty Announcement www.ronpauleurope.net www.CampaignForLiberty.org www.campaignforliberty.com http://americansineuropeforronpaul.blogspot.com http://europe4ronpaul.blogspot.com http://pott-for-ron-paul.blogspot.com http://www.youtube.com/user/RonPaul2008dotcom http://knowbeforeyouvote.com
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Friday, September 12, 2008
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Category: School, College, Greek
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WAZ: Jungen sind Bildungsverlierer
WAZ, Freitag, 12. September 2008 Herrn Klingholz' letzte Bemerkung in seinem Interview zum Schulsystem hat mich etwas genervt. Das führte zu einem unflätigen Beitrag dazu in meinem Blog hier bei derwesten, der ohne Erläuterung oder Warnung gelöscht wurde. Das heutige Interview auf der zweiten Seite der WAZ hat allerdings mein Kinn runterklappen lassen, und ich wusste ehrlich nicht, ob ich es witzig oder traurig finden sollte. Über diesem Interview steht ein Artikel von Birgitta Stauber-Klein mit der Überschrift „Handeln statt Klagen – Die Publizistin Gertrud Höhler hält nichts von Frauenförderprogrammen und Sonderbehandlungen. ‚Wer an die Spitze will, muss selbst aktiv werden'" In diesem Artikel geht es im Grunde darum, dass Frauen nach Frau Höhlers Ansicht für ihre Karriere selbst ihren Arsch bewegen müssen und nicht erwarten sollten, dass Bescheidenheit und Quotenregelungen sie weiterbringen. Es klang jedenfalls alles sehr vernünftig. Unter diesem Artikel allerdings steht dann ein Interview mit Frau Höhler:
(http://www.derwesten.de/nachrichten/2008/9/11/news-75944462/detail.html)
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Nachrichten, 11.09.2008, Birgitta Stauber-Klein 13 Kommentare , Trackback-URL Essen. Sie bleiben häufiger sitzen, schaffen öfter den Schulabschluss nicht, machen seltener Abitur, und sogar an den Unis werden sie von Mädchen überholt: Jungen gehören zu den Bildungsverlierern. Dies ist eine Folge des Feminismus, sagt die Publizistin und Unternehmensberaterin Gertrud Höhler. .. type="text/javascript"> banner('rectangle','300x250'); ..>
Warum kommen offensichtlich so viele Jungen mit dem Bildungssystem nicht mehr klar? .. -->[if gte vml 1]> ..[endif]-->.. -->[if !vml]-->.... -->[endif]--> .. -->[if gte vml 1]> ..[endif]-->.. -->[if !vml]-->.... -->[endif]--> Literaturprofessorin und Beraterin von Wirtschaft und Politik, Gertrud Höhler. Höhler: Dass die Jungen zu den Bildungsverlierern gehören, hat die Kampfparole des Feminismus widerlegt, die da lautet: "Jungen setzen sich ohnehin durch." Wenn du Jungen klein hältst, fühlen sie sich auch klein. Was läuft in den Schulen falsch? Höhler : Das Lob fehlt. Und wo Lob fehlt, geht das Selbstbewusstsein ein. Bei Jungen sogar stärker als bei Mädchen, weil Jungen ein Geltungsbedürfnis haben, während es Mädchen um Wohlgefallen geht. Brauchen wir dann mehr männliche Lehrer? Höhler: Nicht unbedingt. Vor allem in den Grundschulen sind Lehrerinnen eine gute Sache, weil sie eine Mutterrolle übernehmen können. Schädlich ist allerdings die Neigung, Mädchen aus ideologischen Gründen zu bevorzugen. Und das wirkt sich auf die Psyche der kleinen Jungen aus. Bei den Spitzenleistungen haben die Jungen aber nach wie vor die Nase vorn. Höhler: Wenn sie älter werden, ja. Dann haben sie sich, wenn sie wirklich gut sind, von den Enttäuschungen erholt. Das können sie schneller als Mädchen. Mit 13 oder 14 Jahren bekommen sie einen Hormonschub, der ihre Antriebsstärke aktviert und damit die Haltung: „Ich will mein Leben machen". Was passiert mit den Spitzen-Mädchen? Höhler: „Sie bringen ihre Leistung nicht unbedingt zur Geltung. Und spätestens nach dem Uni-Examen hört man nichts mehr von ihnen – weil sie darauf warten, dass sie entdeckt werden. Doch ihre männlichen Mitstreiter und Chefs sind viel zu sehr mit sich selbst beschäftigt. Die Mädchen aber, die wirklich nach oben wollen, schaffen es. Auch, weil die Gesellschaft sind verändert. Inwiefern? Höhler : Wenn die Jungen die Entmutigungsphase in der Schule überwunden haben, wissen sie: Wir leben in einer weiblicheren Welt. Und sie passen sich an, werden weicher und friedfertiger. Die Macht der Frauen ist inzwischen beträchtlich. Mehr zu Thema > Hintergrund: Handeln statt klagen Also gut, erstmal Luft holen. (Diese ausgedachte „Kampfparole des Feminismus" übergehe ich wegen Unangebrachtheit einfach mal, und jetzt der Reihe nach:) „Das Lob fehlt." Ist Gertrud Höhler Lehrerin? Hat sie sich in ein paar Klassen gesetzt und sie beobachtet? Wie kommt sie dazu, zu behaupten, Jungen würden in der Schule nicht gelobt? Wie kommt sie dazu, zu behaupten, Jungen hätten Lob mehr nötig als Mädchen? Würde sie sich, wenn sie Lehrerin wäre, ernsthaft vor zwei Kinder stellen und dem einen bei gleicher Leistung und gleichem Verhalten ein Sternchen ins Heft kleben und das andere ignorieren weil sie unterschiedliche Geschlechter haben? Ich bin nun nicht gerade ein Menschenfreund und bin zu Kindern nicht übermäßig freundlich, aber selbst mir kommt so eine schreiende Ungerechtigkeit irgendwie unpassend vor. Dazu möchte bestreiten, das Lob in der Schule überhaupt angebracht sein soll. In Kindergärten und Grundschulen, warum nicht, aber so früh wie möglich sollten Kinder gute Bewertungen für gute Leistungen erhalten und nicht für jede Kleinigkeit ein „Fein gemacht" zu hören bekommen. Das hilft keinem weiter. Die Schule ist schließlich nicht dazu da, das Selbstbewusstsein von Menschen aufzubauen oder Liebe zu verstreuen, sondern ihnen etwas beizubringen. „In den Grundschulen sind Lehrerinnen eine gute Sache, weil sie eine Mutterrolle übernehmen können." Erstens: Was wäre an einer Vaterrolle verkehrt? Zweitens, und viel wichtiger: Elternrollen haben in keiner Schule etwas zu suchen. Lehrer sollen Lehrer sein, keine Eltern. In der Grundschule und der Unterstufe der weiterführenden Schulen haben Lehrer noch eine erzieherische Funktion, aber die Rolle von Vätern oder Müttern sollten sie nie übernehmen müssen. Das ist einfach nicht ihr Job. Die Erziehungsarbeit haben hauptsächlich die Erziehungsberechtigten/Eltern zu leisten. Jegliche Ergänzung und Unterstützung dabei von seiten der Lehrer des Kindes sind eine reine Notwendigkeit, die aus dem Alter und Entwicklungsstand des Kindes folgt. „Mit 14 Jahren bekommen sie einen Hormonschub, der ihre Antriebsstärke aktiviert." ... (Sowas nennt man Euphemismus, liebe Kinder.) Das heißt für gewöhnlich Pubertät, Frau Höhler, und ist etwas, mit dem bekanntlich alle Jugendlichen klarkommen müssen. Was dieser Hormonschub und seine Antriebsstärkeaktivierung – wenn die betroffenen Jungen und ihre Erzieher (Eltern) damit nicht selbst zurechtkommen – an Reaktionen in der Schule hervorrufen, ist üblicherweise – wie ich von Lehrern persönlich weiß – folgendes: Zwischen zwei aufmüpfige Schüler wird eine brave, gute Schülerin gesetzt, damit die Klasse unterrichtbar bleibt. Ruhige Mädchen als Schmiermittel zu verwenden, scheint zu funktionieren, aber wie wirkt sich das auf das Mädchen aus? Wo ist die Benachteiligung, Frau Höhler? Hier kommt eine Naturwissenschaftslehrerin im Spiegel zum Thema Jungenverhalten in der Schule zu Wort: http://wissen.spiegel.de/wissen/dokument/dokument.html?id=8921636&top=SPIEGEL In dieser Arbeit von Anita Heiliger vom Deutschen Jugendinstitut München werden „Anerkennungskultur unter Jungen" und die „Anforderung einer kritischen Revision der Geschlechtsrollenmodelle" erwähnt: http://www.kofra.de/htm/PDF/GewaltundSchule.pdf Hier wird aus ein paar Studien zu dem Thema zitiert (und angemerkt, dass Männlichkeitsbilder, die Jungen vermittelt werden [=Erziehung im weiten Sinn], eine Ursache für Verhaltensschwierigkeiten sein könnten): http://www.aktiv-fuer-kinder.de/index.php?id=1690&type=123 Ich schlage vor, dass Eltern ihre Kinder endlich mal geschlechtsblind erziehen. Wenn sie ihrem Sohn zum Geburtstag ein Skateboard und ihrer Tochter Bücher schenken, ist es doch nicht verwunderlich, dass ersterer beginnt, sich draußen auszutoben und letztere mehr Übung im Lesen bekommt. Und das nächste, das wir in der Zeitung lesen, ist dann: Jungen müssen körperlich beansprucht werden und man kann nicht von ihnen erwarten, still sitzenzubleiben, und Mädchen können besser lesen. Wenn mehr als 60% der von der Einschulung zurückgestuften Kinder Jungen sind, wieviel hat das dann mit unterschiedlicher Behandlung der Geschlechter in der Schule zu tun, und wieviel mit der Erziehung zu Hause? Es ist doch immer noch so: Mädchen werden zum Bravsein erzogen (oder stellt zumindest entsprechende Erwartungen an sie), und Jungen werden von der Windel an in Richtung Sport und Abenteuer geschubst. Es nervt Mädchen, wenn einfach davon ausgegangen wird, sie hätten Höhenangst oder fürchteten sich vor großen Maschinen. Genauso frustriert es Jungen und setzt sie unter Druck, wenn einfach vorausgesetzt wird, sie wären besonders abenteuerlustig und auseinandersetzungsfreudig. Mit solcher Ungleichbehandlung und ungerechtfertigten geschlechterrollen-vorgefertigten Erwartungen tut ihr keinem euer Kinder einen Gefallen. Motiviert eure Söhne zum Lesen! Schickt eure Töchter zum Fußballspielen! Peace.
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
List:
Best directors (+screenwriters) of all time Die besten Regisseure (+Drehbuchautoren)
Luc Besson (Léon/Léon der Profi, The Fifth Element/Das fünfte Element)
Tim Burton (The Nightmare Before Christmas, Sleepy Hollow, Big Fish)
David Cronenberg (Spider)
Alfonso Cuarón (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban/Harry Potter und der Gefangene von Azkaban)
Alfred Hitchcock (North by Northwest/Der unsichtbare Dritte, The Birds/Die Vögel, To Catch a Thief/Über den Dächern von Nizza)
Peter Jackson (Heavenly Creatures, The Lord of the Rings/Der Herr der Ringe)
Takeshi Kitano (Sonatine, Brother)
Akira Kurosawa (Rashômon, Kagemusha, Ran)
Fritz Lang (Metropolis, M - Eine Stadt sucht einen Mörder, Dr. Mabuse)
George Lucas (Star Wars, Kagemusha [Co-Producer/Koproduzent], Indiana Jones [Co-Producer/Koproduzent])
Takashi Miike (Shinjuku Killers/新宿黒社会 チャイナ・マフィア戦争[Shinjuku kuroshakai: Chaina mafia sensô], Audition/オーディション, Gozu/極道恐怖大劇場 牛頭 GOZU[Gokudō kyōfu dai-gekijō: Gozu], Izo)
Roman Polanski (The Fearless Vampire Killers/Tanz der Vampire, Rosmary's Baby, Macbeth, Oliver Twist)
George A. Romero (Night of the Living Dead/Die Nacht der lebenden Toten, Land of the Dead)
M. Night Shyamalan (The Sixth Sense, Lady in the Water/Das Mädchen aus dem Wasser)
Quentin Tarantino (Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown, Natural Born Killers [Author], From Dusk Till Dawn [Author])
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Sunday, August 31, 2008
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Current mood:  distressed
Category: Blogging
DROOL.
My damn linguistics paper is fucking killing me. I don't know what to write. It's boring. Irrelevant. This is unfriendly territory, my head won't stick in it, it won't even get over the border into that country of BLAH. My mind is avoiding it as if it wasn't able to survive in there and wanders off in all other directions, to do shit that won't win me any marks or credit points.
I have to finish this somehow. Somehow. Somehow. Somehow. Somehow.
Just WHAT do I write?!
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This is MADNESS! I have nothing to say to this! I usually keep my mouth shut when I don't have anything relevant to add! I Am Being Forced To Have An Opinion!
All has been said, and I can or shake my head and accept the shit or not!
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE!
GRRAAAAAAHHHHRRRRGGGH!
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I'm failing! I couldn't finish it. Staring at the screen and into the books for hours didn't help. Nothing gave me any idea what to write. Now I want to sleep. I don't care anymore. Not enough at least. I won't be able to finish it today. Either I get a second chance or I have to do ANOTHER of those pointless seminars and do some fucking exam on it. Oh, hardship. Fuck this. I want to kill something and be left alone.
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Sunday, August 31, 2008
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Category: Writing and Poetry
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The Crossing V
Trying to avoid stepping on her clothes – out of politeness; because, hey, they were buried in sand already – I jumped from the dune and brought some soily sand down with me. I started walking to her, but halfway across the beach it occured to me that it would probably be taken well if I brought her things. It'd be less awkward to have her dress herself once she got out of the water instead of us both going back where I just came from, me clothed, her not. So I turned back to pick the things out of the ground, shook them a little, got sand in my face, and swore. The wind really was a little harsh. My eyes and nose started leaking. But I was being nice. Considerate. So it was worth it. Marching across the beach again, with this wrinkly lump stuffed under my left arm, I continued watching her splashing around so innocently and happily as if she was high or retarded. But it didn't look stupid or anything, she didn't embarass herself. It just looked really joyful, in a free, uninhibited, unjudged way, that somehow wasn't unbecoming on this grown-up. She noticed me standing there dumbly, and stood up in the water. It heaved and fell over her thighs, and she swayed a bit. Her wet hair hung all over her face and clung to her shoulders and breasts in curls, and it glistened darkly against her pale skin. She had her hands stretched out to the sides to touch the small waves that were pushing and tugging at her all the time. 'It's nice. Fucking cold, but you should try it.' Her voice was dark and strong, but shivery. Smiling at that, I thought that I'd like to fuck her. 'Get dressed.' I threw the lump at her. She caught it, grinning, and walked over to me, where she dropped the clothes and started putting them on. It was awkward for me to have her around naked. She didn't mind me at all.
- TBC
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