Sunday, March 30, 2008

Friday, March 28, 2008

Schamlose Werbung für die gute Sache #4


Diesmal im doppelten Sinne. Nicht nur aus der Arroganz eines Union Hills Mitglieds, sondern sogar ganz unironisch. Morgen steigt im Büchenstadel in Ulm ein Benefizkonzert für an Leukämie erkrankte Kinder. Mit den großartigen Road to Kansas aus Saarbrücken und ner ganze Riege local heroes.
Also, wer im Ulmer Raum wohnt und das hier ließt, kommen!
Ja, genau, ich meine dich! Du da!
Is da wer?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Hibbelig still, still hibbelig.

Ich bin ja gerade in so ner merkwürdigen transition zone. Im Vergleich zur Prüfungszeit hab ich jetzt weniger zu tun. (Bürojobs haben vor allem einen Vorteil: Man kann, zumindest auf meinem Level, den Job ganz gut im Büro lassen). Auf der anderen Seite ist man wieder "daheim", sprich bie den Eltern, und muss feststellen, dass "zuhause" inzwischen auch woanders war. Eine gewisse unerfüllte, großteils innere Rastlosigkeit ist die Konsequenz.

Aus diesem Gedankenkomplex kommt auch mal wieder ne Frage der Woche:
Seid ihr lieber entspannt beschäftigt, d.h. habt zwar viel (zuviel) zu tun, seid dabei aber ganz entspannter Dinge; oder ist euch das nichtstun so lieb, dass ihr auch unentspannt lieber unbeschäftigt seid?

Prokrastination ist übrigens nicht nur ein Hobby, sondenr auch ein Teufelskreis. Dazu aber nicht mehr, sonst wird das hier Befindlichkeitsfixierter als Kettcar (und selbst die sollen es ja nicht mehr sein.)

Speaking Befindlichkeitsfixiert: Jemand schon das neue Kettcar Vid' Graceland gesehen? Ich weiß ja noch nicht so recht...
Ein Tipp zum Schluss - hat sogar fast was mit erwähnter Hibbeligkeit zu tun: Jaguar Love, die infernale Ehe von Ex-Pretty Girls Make Graves und Ex-Blood Brothers.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

DMX and that dude that asks for change.

Gefunden bei marbury.typepad.com:

yes way!

From an interview with rapper DMX (via The Stump):

Are you following the presidential race?
Not at all.

You’re not? You know there’s a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there’s Hillary Clinton.
His name is Barack?!

Barack Obama, yeah.

Barack?!

Barack.
What the fuck is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?

Yeah, his dad is from Kenya.
Barack Obama?

Yeah.
What the fuck?! That ain’t no fuckin’ name, yo. That ain’t that nigga’s name. You can’t be serious. Barack Obama. Get the fuck outta here.

Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte)

I always took Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre as an example of quintessential 'Englishness'. It might be influenced by contemporary media, as this setting of landed gentry or middle class on Victorian British Colonial time is often used as an example for a stereotypical portrait of an Englishmen – or woman.

Yet, after actually reading the book, I must partly revise my prior view - or prejudice – on Jane Eyre. Though the rules, values and habits of Victorian England are dominant in the novel, protagonist Jane is no mere 'Angel of the House' nor in attempting to be so, I'd say. Partly by own choice, partly by outside circumstances, Jane does not quite fit in, is in some ways 'outside' Victorian categories. At the same time she is living in, with and towards these moral ideal, conventions and expectations. In her position as a teacher, in her management of her relationship to Mr. Rochester and already as a small girl in Lockwood School, she is never 'improper' on own account. Yet, in a society built on hereditary status and heritage, she doesn't quite fit in as a self-dependent young woman. She seem to be trying to find her own categories for herself. She has no immediate family, no family support throughout most parts of her childhood. She cares for herself instead of relying on finding someone to marry. She is mainly led by her own moral and personal opinions, an often decides against otherwise promising options such as staying with Rochester despite finding out about Bertha Mason, or opting not to join her cousin St. John in matrimony and to go away from England as a missionary's wife.

Still, Jane is pretty much integrated into the society compared to the actual outside, haunting figure of the book. Knowing the information about the 'Bertha Mason' figure in advance, it was hard to see her as this haunting or ghostly figure or sentiment as she occurs in the book and I rather saw her as mysterious, but not in a ghostly way, but more as a unknown, as the actual outsider of a society that, although as I wrote above, Jane somehow positions herself as not fully integrated, but when comparing it to Bertha's position as 'mad woman', she is perfectly normal and integrated.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Wann

Wann
wenn nicht
um die neunte Stunde
als er schrie
sind wir ihm
wie aus dem Gesicht geschnitten.

Nur seinen Schrei
nehmen wir ihm noch ab
und verstärken ihn
in aller Munde.


- Eva Zeller.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

imposter.

I love how they love.
I love how they hate.

I love what they love.
I hate what they hate.

But really -

I am what they hate.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Schamlose Eigenwerbung #3


Das lohnt sich wirklich: In Ulm's schnuckelig-schnoddrigen Club Schilli mit den großartigen Frances Farmer aus der Schweiz - italienischer Post-Grunge at it's best! Kein Spin, reine Wahrheit!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Moon Palace.

It's a bright, cloudless night, the moon soaks the street with it's white, milky light. I look up to the moon. It occurrs to me, I never noticed that before, that the surface looks like som kind of housing, almost like a white palace made out of white round holes, each home to some mysteriuous creature. It's so far away; peaceful, surely pitoresque, but mainly peaceful. It resembles of such grace and quite peace that i taste salty water in my mouth. I wish I were up there, in that palace of peace.

I wish I'd been up there on this day a year ago. That night was dark, cold and foggy. A red light flashed through the fog an illuminated the sleeping houses.

I can still hear them counting, still can hear the little constant beep, still can see that foggy creature bending over another much smaller foggy creature.

Oh Mother Mary, i can still hear the shots!

If I'd only been up on the monn, in that peaceful, quite palace up there in the nightly sky. It was very cold that night, from the outside and from the inside. I still have that counting in my ear: "one two three.." up to fifteen, then back to one, until it grew all silent. Two of the three foggy creatures get up, one remains on the ground. Now the fog rises, I can see clearly, nothing is blocking my sight, nothing is blocking my memories, the moon white street is just as white as the dead boy's face.


(Diesen Text von 2002 hab ich heute wieder gefunden. Fand ihn gut genug, um "veröffentlicht" zu werden..)

Alles neu macht der März.

"Wir" sind also lieber zweiter Sieger.
Gibt jetzt "trotzdem" kein Sportfreunde Stiller Frühwerk.. nur ne neue Frage. Und aus mangel an Interesse an echten knallharten themen, wieder was weiches, pseudo-philosophisches.

Zieht es euch eher in die (relative) Ferne - also "weg" - oder sucht ihr erst nach einen Standpunkt, der fix genug ist, um sich davon entfernen zu wollen - also "her"? Ich für meinen Teil kann es nicht genau sagen. Wieder "nach Hause" zu ziehen ist merkwürdig, wenn man feststellt, dass das 2. Zuhause viel mehr Heimat war.