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.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
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]
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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.
"You have to be cruel - against yourself ... and others."
And I thought by myself: Hm. Yes. Sometimes.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
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:
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.
To cut a lovely and long story short: After a magic fortnight, J. presented me a dish-towel containing following prophesy:
It starts whenDon'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.
you sink
into her arms,
and it ends
with your arms
in the sink.
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 selectionWell, 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.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Welcome to ...
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[For regular readers some tiny information, more.]
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.
HTTP application software. Browsing tools. Web site analytics. Web site monitoring. Web site search reporting. Consulting services.
Website: www dot globetac dot net
[For regular readers some tiny information, more.]
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.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Vision & Reality
The Universal Declaration of Human Rights
It might be of interest
to compare the articles above
to my recently published
Essai on the universal validity of certain virtues
The peace of the night
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Kafka-esque conundrum
Strange things happening this evening: Why would I, while re-reading Kafka's 'Metamorphosis, feel reminded of Monsanto?
In general I do like insects.
For sure I shall have to ponder about this, for a while; be sure, however that I shall offer you a roundup as soon as I'll have found a solution to this conundrum.
The pea...
Ah well, once the name of the honourable society has been mentioned, I shall not ask what Monsanto could do for me, but what I could do for Monsanto.
For a beginning: I could skilfully organise Monsanto's worldwide watchdog system (MWWS).
Just send me your offers and, if they meet my demands, almost immediately MWWS will get efficient.
Presently it's a pigsty: nonprofessional, inefficient and - stakeholders' money wasting.
Example: No Ministry of Defence, no secret service, or any other sinister organisation, would ever let more than three, four watchdogs check Omnium. Okay, Homeland Security seems either chaotically organised.
However, Monsanto?!
To cut it short, and to coin it in your terms: The pigsty needs new genes!
Nothing against the individual janitor, but what's too much, is too much.
There are (up til now) at most ten posts to be found on this blog which are somehow Monsanto relevant. And: They are telling nothing new.
By the way and in this context: I do highly recommend reading Thoreau.
Oh well, very probably one janitor in Reno - and some (!) others elsewhere - already did. Why else should s/he have spent 10 hours 28 minutes and 30 seconds during one (!) visit, when ... look above.
Don't get me wrong. Of course, it's a pleasure to widen one's horizon by reading this blog, but please, not during office hour.
This will definitively end, when I am your boss.
Which brings me back to my offer, and to all of you who each have to waste hours and hours, when two separately working colleagues would be enough.
I could understand when any of you doing this nonprofessionally organised job - which is not your fault - in Englewood, Reno, Henderson, St. Louis, Bloomington, Durango, New York, Naperville and Seattle, to name but some, fearing for her/his job would not pass on my offer.
Perhaps it helps when I promise that none of you will get fired (moreover I guarantee optimal climate, joyful team-work), and the first to pass this offer to the boss of the bosses, as soon as I am his boss will become my assistant.
Now ladies and gents: Who's the first? :)
But now:
the pea...ce of the night.
In general I do like insects.
For sure I shall have to ponder about this, for a while; be sure, however that I shall offer you a roundup as soon as I'll have found a solution to this conundrum.
The pea...
Ah well, once the name of the honourable society has been mentioned, I shall not ask what Monsanto could do for me, but what I could do for Monsanto.
For a beginning: I could skilfully organise Monsanto's worldwide watchdog system (MWWS).
Just send me your offers and, if they meet my demands, almost immediately MWWS will get efficient.
Presently it's a pigsty: nonprofessional, inefficient and - stakeholders' money wasting.
Example: No Ministry of Defence, no secret service, or any other sinister organisation, would ever let more than three, four watchdogs check Omnium. Okay, Homeland Security seems either chaotically organised.
However, Monsanto?!
To cut it short, and to coin it in your terms: The pigsty needs new genes!
Nothing against the individual janitor, but what's too much, is too much.
There are (up til now) at most ten posts to be found on this blog which are somehow Monsanto relevant. And: They are telling nothing new.
By the way and in this context: I do highly recommend reading Thoreau.
Oh well, very probably one janitor in Reno - and some (!) others elsewhere - already did. Why else should s/he have spent 10 hours 28 minutes and 30 seconds during one (!) visit, when ... look above.
Don't get me wrong. Of course, it's a pleasure to widen one's horizon by reading this blog, but please, not during office hour.
This will definitively end, when I am your boss.
Which brings me back to my offer, and to all of you who each have to waste hours and hours, when two separately working colleagues would be enough.
I could understand when any of you doing this nonprofessionally organised job - which is not your fault - in Englewood, Reno, Henderson, St. Louis, Bloomington, Durango, New York, Naperville and Seattle, to name but some, fearing for her/his job would not pass on my offer.
Perhaps it helps when I promise that none of you will get fired (moreover I guarantee optimal climate, joyful team-work), and the first to pass this offer to the boss of the bosses, as soon as I am his boss will become my assistant.
Now ladies and gents: Who's the first? :)
But now:
the pea...ce of the night.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Nothing about potatoes
Surprise. No potatoes, for a change.
Those were (almost) the last courgettes / zucchini we harvested on the first September Sunday Altogether we may have got about ten times more from two (!) plants. The more grateful I was that Welshcakes 'just in time' posted one of her marvellous recipes. Again, mille grazie, Signora Limoncello. :)
Anyway, good to have neighbours, too, as we just could not eat all ourselves, and as courgettes - to our knowledge - unlike cucumbers when preserved ought to be eaten within three, four months.
Oh yes. As she thought the first photo to be pretty unimpressive, Mrs J. suggested to take another one so that you might get a glimpse of the dimensions ... especially when comparing the courgettes to the daisies. :)
Those were (almost) the last courgettes / zucchini we harvested on the first September Sunday Altogether we may have got about ten times more from two (!) plants. The more grateful I was that Welshcakes 'just in time' posted one of her marvellous recipes. Again, mille grazie, Signora Limoncello. :)Anyway, good to have neighbours, too, as we just could not eat all ourselves, and as courgettes - to our knowledge - unlike cucumbers when preserved ought to be eaten within three, four months.
Oh yes. As she thought the first photo to be pretty unimpressive, Mrs J. suggested to take another one so that you might get a glimpse of the dimensions ... especially when comparing the courgettes to the daisies. :)
Friday, December 05, 2008
A Pook is Here
Death needs time for what it kills to grow in.*
With thanks to the Doubtful Egg who posted this on Master Flann's birthday which is probably why I'd have felt reminded of Sweeney when the Pook appeared sitting in the tree.
Note:
Similarities to persons living or dead is purely incidental.
Those feeling offended are meant. :)
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