tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106744742024-03-13T20:54:09.276+01:00night.inga.leIt was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fear-full hollow of thine ear.inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-63455624391592364502011-11-16T01:15:00.001+01:002011-11-18T10:42:01.503+01:00Arcade Fire oder Talking Heads<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
... das ist hier die Frage. Aber Cheyenne, ein gealterter Rockstar, weiß es besser als der kleine dicke Junge aus Huntsville in Tennessee. "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cqg_ZGcuybs" target="_blank">This must be the place</a>" ist eindeutig von den <a href="http://www.myspace.com/talkingheads1" target="_blank">Talking Heads</a>. David Byrne höchstpersönlich tritt im Film den Beweis an und kredenzt dem Zuschauer nicht nur eben diesen Song, sondern dazu eine grandiose Bühnenshow!<br />
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Eine von vielen schönen Szenen aus dem gleichnamigen Film "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1440345/" target="_blank">Cheyenne - This Must Be the Place</a>", in der ein großartiger Sean Penn den völlig - und hier passt eigentlich nur die treffende englische Bezeichnung - drug fucked Cheyenne spielt, der irgendwo in der Vergangenheit stecken geblieben ist und sein Dasein als wandelndes Kuriositätenkabinett fristet. Alles an dieser Figur ist völlig überzogen und scheint trotzdem unglaublich echt: die mit Schminke übermalten Falten, der komplett unterbelichtet wirkende Blick, der ungelenke Gang wie auf Eiern, die piepsig getragene Stimme und die anstrengende Langsamkeit, mit der Cheyenne durchs Leben kriecht. Bereits zu Anfang des Films fragt man sich, wie lange Sean Penn für diesen Gesichtsausdruck aus einer Mischung von Traurigkeit, Naivität und einer großen Portion Verlebtheit vor dem Spiegel üben musste. Auf jeden Fall ist er überzeugend. Wie ein Außerirdischer lässt Penn seine Figur, stets mit einem Rollkoffer ausgerüstet, durch die Shopping Mall, den Flughafen und die amerikanische Provinz schleichen, anfänglich auf der Suche nach Ablenkung von seiner trostlosen Existenz als reicher aber gescheiterter Mann, was im Laufe des Films zu einer Art Mission für seinen verstorbenen Vater wird.<br />
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Die Geschichte wird mit langsamen und extrem konstruierten Bildern erzählt, ein Umstand, der Fans von Romantic Comedies nicht bekommen wird. Dafür belohnt er die Freunde des Autorenkinos mit tollen Filmbildern, unerwarteter Komik, die oft aus fast beiläufigen Details hervorspringt, und einem Soundtrack, der das Tempo des Films widerspiegelt und es trotzdem in sich hat.<br />
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Einzig und allein das Ende der Geschichte wirkt ein wenig gezwungen. Nicht nur, dass Cheyenne letztendlich doch noch mit Rauchen anfängt, um zu signalisieren, dass er eine bemerkenswerte Entwicklung, eine Art verspätetes Coming of Age, durchgemacht hat und nun erwachsen geworden ist. In der allerletzten Szene kommt er dann auch nach seinem Roadtrip durch die Pampa der USA zurück nach Hause in seine irische Wahlheimat, und zwar von nun an ungeschminkt, mit kurzen Haaren und "normalen" Klamotten. Willkommen in der Normalität scheint das heißen zu wollen. Schade.<br />
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Bleibt nur noch zu erwähnen, dass Francis McDermond, die spätestens seit "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116282/" target="_blank">Fargo</a>" von den Coen Brüdern einen Platz in meiner Hall of Fame der besten Schauspielerinnen inne hat, die Frau spielt, die sich Abend für Abend neben dem kaputten Rockstar abschminkt und in ihrer Freizeit Feuerwehrfrau ist und die die Figur Cheyenne trotz dieser paradoxen Paarung ein wenig mehr in der Wirklichkeit verankert. <br />
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Prädikat: empfehlenswert!</div>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-82650121541197939922011-11-08T12:11:00.001+01:002011-11-18T12:30:14.145+01:00Beat the ReEper<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
while '<a href="http://www.beatthereaper.com/" target="_blank">beat the reaper</a>' by josh bazell is a fantastic read full of black humour, clever suspense and disgusting details of diseases that you rather forget really quickly, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reeperbahn" target="_blank">reeperBAHN</a> is not as much fun as many people seem to think. since i've made the transition from a sweet single berliner to a savoury and settled doubledecker hamburger two years ago, i've managed to avoid hanging out "on the kiez" as much as possible. especially on saturday nights. i quickly learned that saturday nights are vile there, crowded with drunk and disgusting youths as well as groups of males on the prowl or whatever guys do to prove their manhood to each other. the latter don't even have to look very far, since there are plenty of professionals around who must be up their noses with some kind of powerful drug to be able to sweet talk all kinds of men in various states of intoxication into letting them do stuff to them for ten or twenty euros. hopefully not more for more... eeek!<br />
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a very good friend of mine from oz who came to visit a while ago and of course had to see this famous spot of hamburg pointed out the phonetic proximity of reeper (pronounced in german rayper) and "rape her". i think we were sitting in the sbahn (metro train) back to our house, happy to get there without anyone vomiting on us, insulting us or picking a fight. i must admit i had never made this connection but i've never forgotten it either. it's the first thing that comes to my mind, whenever i read, hear or talk about the reeperbahn. not very pleasant when you think about it. and for some girls this connotation might actually be a bad omen.<br />
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although, have you ever wondered why it's called REEPERbahn? no? well, i can tell you because i wanted to find out why. so reeper refers or rather used to refer to someone who makes ship rope. makes sense since hamburg has always been a major harbour and the reeperbahn used to be crowded with lots of sailors from all around the world. today it's not sailors anymore, however, but lots of tourists and youngsters who love the fact that apparently nothing is a taboo there. drinking till they're almost braindead, pissing against buildings even if it houses a public toilet, vomiting their previously gorged doner or burger onto non-existent garden patches, spilling beer or booze on whoever is unlucky enough to be close by, breaking noses and abusing bystanders, basically behaving as if obnoxious was a synonym for good manners. it's like carnival in cologne or oktoberfest in munich, only every single weekend. i really don't know what made me go there again the other day. it must have been some kind of temporary amnesia or some other mental dysfunction.<br />
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so, peeps, do me a favour and if you really must see the reeperbahn in action on a friday or saturday night, do so before maybe 10 p.m., have a walk up and down the so-called pleasure mile with its famous sex shops and clubs, have a look around the große freiheit and the beatles square and if you're a fan don't miss the <a href="http://www.beatlemania-hamburg.com/english/index.html" target="_blank">beatles museum</a>, maybe have a drink in one of the trendy bars if you manage to get some attention to place your order. BUT - and i implore you - if you don't want to witness or even get involved in some really pathetic and depressing display of human behaviour, get back on the metro train in good time and go to altona or walk to the schanzen quarter. it's a 10 minute spatial distance but a difference of about 1,000 years of evolution.</div>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-67647558593991833502011-10-25T16:06:00.000+02:002011-10-25T16:06:51.023+02:00action auf irisch - the guard<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Darf ich vorstellen: ein beleibter, alternder Provinzbulle in ausgebeulten gräulichen Riesenbaby-Unterhosen. Der erste Eindruck von Gerry Boyle (ein fantastischer Brendan Gleeson!) überzeugt zumindest in der Form, als dass das Klischee eines dümmlichen, nur noch auf die Pension hinarbeitenden Aktenvernichters vom Lande sehr gut zusammen zu passen scheint mit seinem derben Humor und den offenbar mit lauter dummen Vorurteilen bespickten, rassistischen Sprüchen. Dass dieser Eindruck jedoch lediglich an der Oberfläche kratzt, ist spätestens dann klar, als Boyle, abgeklärt und fast gelangweilt, die Leiche eines erschossenen Gangsters untersucht und es sich dabei nicht verkneifen kann, seinen neuen Kollegen aus der Großstadt mit einem würzigen Griff in den Schritt des Toten zu schockieren. Die gekonnt aufgebaute Antipathie des Zuschauers verwandelt sich im Laufe der ersten 10 Minuten allmählich und nahezu ungewollt in eine Art angewiderte Faszination.<br />
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Der Konflikt des Films entsteht dann auch nicht durch den offensichtlichen kulturellen und ethnischen Unterschied der beiden Protagonisten, sondern wird erzeugt durch eine Drogen schmuggelnde Bande, die selbst vor Polizistenmord nicht zurückschreckt, und korrupte Machenschaften auf Seiten der vermeintlichen Gesetzeshüter. Und so wird Boyle in seinem ganzen ordinären, zuweilen gar abstoßenden Glanz zum moralischen Antihelden, der mithilfe des lange ahnungslosen FBI-Agenten, Gangster und Korruption im Alleingang zu Fall zu bringen versucht.<br />
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Lange habe ich nicht mehr so viel Spaß gehabt im Kino. Die Bilder und die Geschichte sind unerwartet gelungen und brechen nicht nur mit Klischees sondern auch mit Konventionen. Dabei wirkt der Film nicht überladen mit kreativen Ideen und originellen Kniffen. Im Gegenteil, leise und unaufdringlich wird die Geschichte erzählt. Es sind die kleinen Szenen zwischendurch, die so prall gefüllt sind mit Komik, dass es eine wahre Freude ist. Ich sag nur Schoko-Milchshake.<br />
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Für geübte Versteher des irischen Dialekts, sei die Originalfassung empfohlen. Für alle anderen ist die deutsche Fassung trotz allem auch ganz gut gelungen. Ich komm übrigens gern nochmal mit!</div>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-81220011209440477652011-10-06T12:25:00.002+02:002011-11-08T22:56:42.444+01:00apple, jobs and the hereafter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">even on his death bed, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Jobs">steve jobs</a> managed to protect his life's great success story <a href="http://www.apple.com/">apple</a> from harm. only yesterday did millions of people complain about their disappointment of the <a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/?cid=oas-us-domains-iphone.com">new iphone</a> and that it's not again as revolutionary as all the other devices apple has released in the past few years. i wonder what they thought was coming... a sci-fi piece of art with a fluid 3d display, variable in size and appearance, so that your boss might think you're eating a banana instead of chatting to your best friend, and of course embellished with all the luxuries of a futuristic personal allround living and working assistant. not that apple will not be able to invent something like that soon. maybe not right this minute though. the 21st century only just started, folks!<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSqGV4O8yTs/To16rK6iRRI/AAAAAAAAAbY/j5Tr3TA4bFY/s1600/steve-jobs-iphone1-300x172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSqGV4O8yTs/To16rK6iRRI/AAAAAAAAAbY/j5Tr3TA4bFY/s1600/steve-jobs-iphone1-300x172.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lovefortech.com/2011/09/07/competition-crushed-by-apples-innovations/steve-jobs-iphone1-2/">Bildquelle</a></td></tr></tbody></table>now that steve jobs, the great visionary of user friendly and cutting-edge computer technology, has died, people have suddenly stopped complaining. instead, they mourn and honour him and all his accomplishments. and so they should! when jobs took over the reign of the ailing apple company, he basically started changing the world. the imac and the powerbook, at the time highly advanced if vastly expensive but definitely worthy pieces of computer technology, made working with a computer an unexpectedly pleasurable experience. over were the days of break downs and losing the last 4 hours of work, over the days of searching for an electronic hiccup in the depths of a hardly comprehensible system, over the days of computer viruses and mundane design. those were his first major successes, paving the way for his renowned ipod, iphone and last but not least his ipad. all of these inventions outsmarted apple's competitors by years, decades even. they're only catching up now because the apple matrix is there for everyone to look at, retrieve the original ideas and start creating similar stuff. <br />
modern civilisation owes steve jobs big time. he might have contributed to an ever more demanding, globalized society that forces people to forget their humanity and become more and more dependent on technology. BUT at the same time, by creating technological devices that are intuitive and easy to use he translated the complex language of computing into a user-friendly and even fun way of working with computers. almost a modern martin luther of the secular world.<br />
thanx, steve! RIP.<br />
ps: i'm writing this on a macbook pro, which took over my old powerbook's job last year. after 5 years! which other laptop would have been able to cope with 5 years of progress in hardware, software and on the web. and it's still doing its work as a retiree on my sister's teacher desk. yes, i love apple, too! </div>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-46674433322253285962011-09-16T15:23:00.003+02:002011-09-27T19:08:05.469+02:00neighbours<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>gestern mal wieder bei einer vernissage gewesen und just ein erstes mal erlebt: ivo und ich haben auf einen der vielen rumstehenden nachbarn einen roten punkt kleben lassen. mit rahmen und integrierter spende an die <a href="http://www.freundeskreis-arche-hh.de/die-arche-hamburg/die-arche-jenfeld/index.php">arche in jenfeld</a>. <br />
einen platz haben wir auch schon: sozusagen an einem verkehrsknotenpunkt unserer wohnung, wo momentan noch etwas rustikalere deko hängt, die jedoch (zum glück) nicht mehr perfekt ist, da eine Ecke fehlt. (ich bin unschuldig!) der ideale platz also für die engelsflügeliche nachbarschaftlichkeit mit vogel.<br />
und wer wissen will, wie das aussieht, muss uns nur besuchen kommen!<br />
na dann, bis bald!</div>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-62171006937761372662011-07-18T18:51:00.003+02:002011-07-19T10:47:01.668+02:004 in 1 or what is egg salad made of?thursday, friday, saturday, sunday make a monday. stirred, not shaken, to avoid confusing the hell out of each day, which went as follows:<br />
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thursday: updating, filing, organising stuff, writing emails, counting, making sure. not like. BUT lunch with bud the weiser, frow z und soothie saved my day. thanx 4 that!<br />
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friday: making a family tree, last minute of course, branch by branch, twig by twig, leaf by leaf. packing too much stuff and going on a five-hour road trip to my home town. eventually laughing and drinking with the other early arrivalists of the family.<br />
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saturday: celebrating my parents' ruby wedding anniversary. 40 years! unbelievable but true. presenting the family tree. joint reminiscing during several activities including conquest of the Dresden town hall tower with a fantastic view of the city, dinner and drinks at a very classy and supposedly "the best" restaurant in town called "Luisenhof", a never-ending and giggly tram ride back and many more classy drinks. somehow making it to bed.<br />
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</tbody></table>sunday: hugs and goodbyes to the early departurists, repeatedly expressing the wish to meet more often with the extended family, picking up the pregnantest of pregnant women and taking her to the saxon switzerland with us, kicking ball with 2, 4 and 6 year olds, searching the ball in jungle like shrub, making conversation, sometimes funny, sometimes sad, sometimes uncalled for, kissing pregnant woman and almost there baby in the belly goodbye, making and eating egg salad (made of curious oval thingies that look like this <-), watching a rather suspenseful championship final, drinking more alcohol and being amused by my father and his brother teasing each other. well, my father teasing and my uncle becoming more and more grumpy. what a sight!<br />
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and finally monday: going on another 5 hour road trip to meck pomm, making plans, making lists accordingly, re-entering the virtual world of email, fb and blogging. happy egg... uhm... end.inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-6753722600228724912011-07-13T14:25:00.002+02:002011-10-05T16:03:11.377+02:00wednesday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">as part of the 1pptw (Jo's one post per day-week) i've decided to elaborate on the midweek day (in german the day is indeed called midweek - mittwoch). <br />
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for over a year now, my wednesdays have been defined by one repeating occurence: swim class. okay, i admit i haven't been to each and every one of them BUT i'm trying and usually i also go to the pool quite a bit by myself. not because i have to but because i WANT to. strange, huh. well, at least to me. not that i don't usually like exercise. for a long time it was an important part of my life. but as soon as you stop working out regurlarly, it becomes a bit of a drag and you have to battle with your very own swine dog (not a very attractive but literal translation of the german word schweinehund, which describes your procrastinating, weak and lazy self).<br />
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</tbody></table>i remember my attempts at finally starting to work out again, swimming being the only kind of sports that i can do without ruining any more of my bones. gosh, sometimes i hardly managed to swim a couple of lanes without taking a break in between, let alone enjoy it. then, however, i joined a gym (i know...) with a pool and started going to swim class. WOW. what a difference. i quickly learned to swim the crawl properly and by some mysterious miracle i stopped panicking when my head was underwater for a beat too long (i realise that i use the brackets quite a bit but one more time: long story).<br />
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so now, i have zen moments while i swim, i can control my breathing so well that i can swim up to ten strokes without needing to breath AND the most important: it is so much FUN! to feel your body, to notice the change in speed and ease, to master the technique. i love it. which in turn means i love wednesdays. yes!</div>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-89427667798392044192011-07-12T13:33:00.002+02:002011-10-05T16:03:32.256+02:00make-up or number two of 1pptw<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">funny stuff, make-up. funny people, too, who make it up. funnier even the people who make it the center of their lives.<br />
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i have no idea whatsoever what made me write those words more than a year ago. either i was shocked at seeing someone with a major make-up disorder OR for some reason i started thinking about these two individual words that joint together make up (!) an entirely new word or term.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNsqpdR6Djc/ThwwqF1kLuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xGzYjPlObVA/s1600/vl0004b055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNsqpdR6Djc/ThwwqF1kLuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xGzYjPlObVA/s320/vl0004b055.jpg" width="170" /></a></div>since i haven't seen anyone lately who looked crazy enough to shock me, i'd like to stick with a philosophical approach to talking about make-up, something i obviously should have done a long time ago. so, what exactly is one making up when using make-up? it's quite obvious to claim that especially women need it to make up another identity for themselves, one without flaws, a painted image of oneself that does not look tired, vulnerable or too ordinary. it seems to become something of an armour or a mask that women often feel they need in an increasingly reckless world, which eats you alive when you admit to having flaws and weaknesses, ordinariness being the worst of them all. <br />
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i must say, i agree. when i think back to my grand stand-up performance of a tv presenter who supposedly knows what she's doing, i remember feeling glad that several layers of make-up and whatnot separated me from the image flickering across the screens of the audience. for one thing, it made me look quite different, nothing compared to my normal self, so much that i was sure people would not recognise me if they saw me without make-up. this in turn made it easier to do what i did without feeling too self-conscious, although it never prevented me from being extremely nervous. nevertheless, it did help. whatever i did, i would not have to claim responsibility, at least not in terms of my appearance. a relief that was worth sacrifising an hour of my life to being made up and teased with all kinds of cosmetic gadgets.<br />
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having said that, it seems logical to say that the more make-up you use, the more insecure you are. is that so? i kind of like this idea because at least in my everyday life i only ever use mascara. this would mean i'm pretty self-confident, which i guess is mostly true. i also kind of dislike the idea because it would mean that a LOT of women are pretty insecure, especially girls. what about you, ladies? and what do men do to cover up their insecurities? byuing sports cars?</div>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-64728997364232153012010-09-03T14:45:00.003+02:002010-09-03T15:29:37.286+02:00my favouritest shoesthere they are:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Czdu-inLhk/TIDveRo7HUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QXeRR9Zp4SE/s1600/A39525.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Czdu-inLhk/TIDveRo7HUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QXeRR9Zp4SE/s320/A39525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512669247311650114" /></a><br /><br />aren't these the best looking shoes ever? elegant, sporty and comfy at the same time. geez, i love you, Ecco Catch Slippers!<br /><br />i found them by chance a couple of years ago in a small store in downtown Warnemünde (yepp, i was in tourist mode). seagulls all over the place, attacking people with yucky baked fish in their hands, trying to actually eat it. okay, i admit it, i was one of them but after one bite i gladly left it for the hungry birds to finish. an experience i don't have to make again.<br /><br />so, there i was, a shopping grump, forced by my girlfriend to enter each and every shop along the whole bloody tourist strip. i was not happy, jen! so, after a bit of moping and standing around and staring, i decided i should at least use some of this wasted time and look around for a new pair of shoes. i needed one anyway. and you never know, you might actually find the perfect fit with the perfect look in a spot as desolate as Warnemünde. <br /><br />I DID! and the best thing: it was ON SALE! i should have known then that this was my last chance to hoard as many of these shoes as possible but my account at the time was in a constant state of malnourishment. even this one pair almost meant bread and water for the rest of the month... i know, drama. that's the fabric of life... big sigh.<br /><br />anyhow, i never regretted having spent my last penny on them. they were a part of me and my feet for the longest time. they still are BUT i forgot them in berlin the other day. next visit in four weeks. what a desaster! all of a sudden, i was shoeless. well, not exactly but i suddenly realised that these shoes were the only ones comfortable and still good-looking enough to go to work with and meet new clients... in the end, i had to dig out old shoes and wear them. result: sore feet and a feeling of self-consciousness.<br /><br />hmmm, so far, so good. what do you do in this kind of situation? yes, you get on the net and order a new pair online. was about time anyway... so i did, only to find out that there is NOT ONE pair left in my size on the whole bloody planet! BUGGERINSKI! i was ready to actually spend a good bit of money just to have the same pair of shoes one or two or three more times!!! <br /><br />so what now? i did the next best thing: i wrote a letter to the manufacturer begging them to reintegrate my all-time favouritest shoe in the new collection... yes, that's how desperate i was... i am...<br /><br />two days later i ordered a pair of the current collection. not on sale. not the same. i'm devastated.<br /><br />but wait! maybe that's my calling: make my own shoes! become a shoemaker!<br /><br />call me MICHAEL! and buy me a helmet! HA!inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-48828924288852262982010-08-02T17:25:00.003+02:002011-10-05T16:06:57.539+02:00kunst<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">halb 7 aufgestanden. arbeit. igitt. besonders die, die man nicht gern macht, wie transkribieren und buchhalten. lieber transpirieren, bauchhalten und geld verdienen! deswegen: wenn ich irgendwann mal reich und schön bin, dann lass ich andere für mich arbeiten und gehe so gegen halb 11 erstmal in den pool meine bahnen ziehen, um mich nach einem ausgiebigen frühstück in meinem madonna-nackt-kostüm mit der geilen marieke auf der straße zu prügeln. am besten auf dem potsdamer platz. je mehr bewunderer desto besser. alles für die kunst natürlich. das nennt man dann nämlich installation und das video dazu wird in der neuen nationalgalerie ausgestellt mitsamt dem kostüm und den unweigerlich eingebrannten schweißflecken. geil. so machen wir das, mariekschen. oder?</div>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-47717633196269593672010-03-23T12:05:00.002+01:002010-03-23T12:38:18.524+01:00sonne draußen, icke drinnenwas ich tue: so tun als ob ich arbeite, mir das hirn zermartern über intelligent klingende bewerbungen, beschämt meine unpolitische natur beäugen, krampfhaft versuchen kreativ zu sein.<br /><br />was ich gern tun würde: lesen in der sonne, einen intelligenten und erfüllenden job haben, meinen muskelkater loswerden, wat leckeres zum mittag essen.<br /><br />was andere für mich tun können: meiner intelligenz schmeicheln und glaubhaft versichern, dass die zukunft rosig aussieht, wat leckeres zum mittag für mich kochen!inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-11504419059602416382009-12-28T15:27:00.003+01:002009-12-28T15:41:09.862+01:00alltagsweisheit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Czdu-inLhk/SzjCzAzwceI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Fo0CgOQxbsw/s1600-h/porzellan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Czdu-inLhk/SzjCzAzwceI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Fo0CgOQxbsw/s320/porzellan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420296333186593250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Czdu-inLhk/SzjCzYRoX3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/6_T05aTnvfo/s1600-h/kiste_leer.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Czdu-inLhk/SzjCzYRoX3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/6_T05aTnvfo/s320/kiste_leer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420296339485908850" /></a><br /><br />neulich in dresden: "vorsicht ist die mutter in der porzellankiste."<br /><br /><br /><br />fragen: meissner porzellan? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />warum ist die mutter in der kiste? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />eingesperrt von vati oder stieftochter oder gar vom eigenen muttersöhnchen?<br /><br /><br /><br />da soll man dann draus schlau werden...inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-88907863427210223092009-12-17T13:26:00.003+01:002009-12-17T14:27:22.815+01:00more than ONE good reason to read SPIEGELcopenhagen, Copenhagen, COPENHAGEN! formerly known as the capital of Denmark, it has now become the synonym for the once ambitious and now desperate cry to save the planet we live on, we depend on. Representatives of almost 200 different countries and hundreds of scientists attended the climate conference and discussed the necessary global treaty to prevent the drastic climate change that will eventually leave us searching for a new home (if there's still someone left to do that then...). What all those people came to attend though was not a conference about the climate and how to prevent it from failing us or rather how to prevent us from failing it, it was a gambler's paradise to play russian roulette with economical interests. The Europeans gambled a fair bit with Merkel, Sarkozy and the rest of the European crew but the masters of the Universe are undoubtedly the US and China because neither of them wants to concede possible economical advantages to the other... for fantastic insights see <a href="http://www.spiegel.de/politik/ausland/0,1518,667588,00.html">this</a><br /><br />Funny. Really. They don't realise that very soon no-one is gonna benefit or have advantages from a fucked climate! It's all about money and power, the oldest reasons for mankind to make life hell for each other. These are the reason why socialism didn't work and they will be the reasons why the apocalypse is not far now. Thank you Mr Presidents!<br /><br />Oh well, as long as we're all fucked, huh!<br /><br />PS: we got nothing to lose, so sign <a href="http://www.avaaz.org/en/save_copenhagen/?cl=406145373&v=4967">THIS</a> and at least we can say we tried all we could...inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-19902757397254982412009-12-14T14:37:00.004+01:002009-12-14T15:20:57.650+01:00Kulturtipp "Isch bin ein Börliner"Hamburg: 10 Tage vor dem <span style="font-weight:bold;">diesjährigen Jubiläum</span> des gemeinnützigen Vereins "MEDIENJOBS für ALLE", kurz MfA, bekräftigt die <span style="font-weight:bold;">ehrenamtliche Vorstandssprecherin Inga von K.</span> mit jenem geschichtsträchtigen Zitat ihre Verbundenheit mit der deutschen Hauptstadt, nachdem der Verein erst kürzlich den Stammsitz nach Hamburg verlegen musste. "Uns blieb aus wirtschaftlichen Gründen leider keine andere Wahl", erklärt Frau von K. und verweist dabei auf die schon oft zitierte und noch immer instabile Weltwirtschaftslage.<br /><br />Dies mindere jedoch nicht die Vorfreude auf das nächste Geschäftsjahr, von dem der Verein eine Entspannung auf dem Arbeitsmarkt, speziell im Bereich der Medien, erwartet. "Wir sind sehr zuversichtlich, dass wir unsere Ziele und Wünsche im kommenden Jahr werden umsetzen können" sagt Frau von K. und wirkt dabei so entschlossen wie der ehemalige US-Präsident, aus dessen Mund die berühmten Worte "Isch bin ein Börliner" stammen. Kämpferisch wie ein inkarnierter Kennedy fügt sie hinzu, "Wir werden uns weiterhin für eine <span style="font-weight:bold;">Ausrottung des zunehmend unverschämten Praktikantenhandels</span> einsetzen, sowie für <span style="font-weight:bold;">intelligente und bildungsfördernde Inhalte</span> in den Massenmedien, angemessene Bezahlung aller Medienschaffenden und ernsthaften Klimaschutz. Dies alles sind Themen, die die Welt beschäftigen oder zumindest beschäftigen sollten, denn nur so wird man <span style="font-weight:bold;">der globalen Verarmung, Verblödung und Klimaerwärmung Einhalt gebieten</span> können."<br /><br />Diejenigen Leser, die sich mit Frau von K. über diese und weitere Themen austauschen oder auch einfach nur in das nunmehr 31. Jubiläum mit ihr reinfeiern möchten, können sich freuen, dass die Jubiläumsfeier noch "im alten Kiez" stattfindet, und mögen sich bitte einfinden:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">WO? Marianne, Mariannestr., Kreuzberg<br />WANN? 23.12.09, ab 21 Uhr<br />WIE? pazifistisch und umweltfreundlich sowie ausgestattet mit etwas Trinkgeld (hü) und am besten OHNE Geschenke!!!</span><br /><br />Allen anderen wünscht die Kulturtipp-Redaktion sowie der Verein "MEDIENJOBS für ALLE" frohe und besinnliche Weihnachten sowie ebenso viel Optimismus und Kampfgeist fürs kommende Jahr!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ATTACKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!</span>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-38922295014927113432009-12-01T11:55:00.003+01:002009-12-01T12:01:09.838+01:00die wahren worte des tages"Ein Anzug, der nichts kostet, taucht nicht. Es ist kein Taucheranzug!" Evje van Dampen<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yq7gWEV7Y7c">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yq7gWEV7Y7c</a>inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-40979578631927005122009-05-26T23:13:00.002+02:002009-05-26T23:52:38.778+02:00moogle gapswetnork <br />mahoo yail <br />bacefook <br />ginx <br />ybae <br />globber <br />nave sow <br />cublip <br />sad ense <br />ltmh<br /><br />don't worry, this wasn't supposed to make sense. just playing;) REALLY!!!inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-22705699346702523952009-04-05T01:18:00.002+02:002009-04-05T01:34:36.747+02:00vampires and werewolvesthere's at least one thing to look forward to when you come home on a saturday night slash sunday morning and all you want is snuggle up in bed and read till you can't keep your eyes open...: number four of the twilight series, which after new moon and eclipse is called breaking dawn. yep. is it a good thing that my pregnant sister (due in a few days!!!) was actually sobbing when she finished reading it??? hmmm. must've been the hormones, huh!<br />well, i have to admit that i finally and quite unvoluntarily got sucked into the whole vampire meets weird teenage girl meets werewolf story. apart from a few little literary drawbacks (like utter indulgence in emotional misery, which tends to draw on any patient reader's commitment, and the occasional very obvious educational morale - apparently the author is a mormone and NOT into sex before marriage!? go figure!) i've quite enjoyed the ride so far.<br />so i guess i should get into bed and see if hormones make a difference after all, huh! or if i'm just as predictable as anyone else... will keep youse updated;)inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-18727029079944940042009-03-14T14:12:00.003+01:002009-03-14T14:21:55.232+01:00rain and sunny patchesso. that's it. that's what a financial crisis feels like. do you know what it feels like? it feels like i'm not gonna have a job in a couple of weeks time. found out two weeks ago. first shock, then almost joy for all the new possibilities that suddenly come up, then anger because i've calculated how much (or little) money i'll get on the dole, then hope because i just found the perfect job and applied for it but the ad was already two weeks old, then disappointment because the galaxy decided this job is not for me... and then happiness about spending too much money on going out and booking a diving holiday in egypt.<br />financial crisis? whatever!inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-5692258377572585782009-01-13T10:01:00.003+01:002009-01-13T10:16:31.039+01:00poetic but just misunderstoodit's tuesday morning. you've just received an email from the faculty of humanities of an australian uni, expressing interest in publishing the paper you submitted about 2 and a half years ago about grotesquery and australian cinema. memories of painful thesis writing flood your brain along with a sizable splash of pride that someone far away is still thinking about you and something you created a long time ago (or so it seems). then you have a little peek at ebay if the auction on the macbook pro that you sooooooo want has already exceeded your non-existent budget. it has(n't) but it's still 22 hours to go. you keep thinking how wonderful life would be if you just had this new computer... and then you read this: my life and i split up 6 months ago. you think wow! someone must have been really depressed or just has a fantastic sense of humour and the poetic! turns out that life was actually wife... <br /><br />oh well, tuesday mornings. we love them!inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-58592650035805928002009-01-12T14:50:00.003+01:002009-03-14T14:11:51.242+01:00help!i'm sick. i've got the apple fever. again. all i wanted was to upgrade my beloved powerbook so i could install avid, some programme i want to show off with. of course hehehe.<br /><br />anyway, after some research i discovered that i need to install the current operating system (leopard) because avid only runs with that. so then i looked at software to purchase but i didn't only look at the software. my eyes kept drifting off to forbidden shores, my fingers manouvering the cursor to fateful subsites... and now i'm right in the middle of a dilemma: i fell in love with the macbook pro. i can't afford it but i want it. real bad!!! it's strong and fast and sexy and i hate to say it but it's much better than my old one which has served it's purpose but cannot keep up anymore.<br /><br />let's call my powerbook deirdre and the macbook pro would be candy. deirdre is wearing glasses and brown cardigans and always has a book with her at all times. she's highly intelligent but timid and repressed, a creative genius with an aged attitude. candy on the other hand is just real bouncy and takes the whole world by storm. she knows everything better, likes to intimidate others and sticks out like a sore thumb. her nickname is "eye candy"...<br /><br />okayokayokay, i am sick, aren't i??? HELP!!!inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-57834834396314972702008-11-21T13:20:00.003+01:002008-11-22T15:19:31.438+01:00this morningthe first snow in berlin. while i was sitting on the train through the city and looking out the window i watched berlin turn from rain soaked to snow flaked.<br /><br />have you ever noticed that snow bounces off your pants while you briskly walk to your final destination? (whoooooeeey, i just got an idea...) when i arrived at work i was freezing but most of my clothes were dry. most importantly my pants. nothing worse than sitting at your desk in underwear with your clothes drying on the heater. been there, done that...inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-20700955941441763222008-11-18T13:10:00.002+01:002008-11-18T13:19:01.851+01:00unwort des tages<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Czdu-inLhk/SSKylYjLmmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b7sLMxJK1KI/s1600-h/180px-Post-It.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Czdu-inLhk/SSKylYjLmmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b7sLMxJK1KI/s200/180px-Post-It.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269970869291817570" /></a><br />haftnotizwürfel. weil det so sexy jefääääääährlisch klingt! wie 12 jahre ohne bewährung im offenen vollzug mit herbert, dem pazifistischen axtmörder, klaus, dem massigen kleinganoven, und boris, dem russischen mafioso.inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-69357044719847408062008-11-07T20:09:00.001+01:002008-11-10T14:18:20.560+01:00the book of facesi like the idea of a book made of faces. it would contain all kinds of faces: chubby, skinny, long, bony, round, black, white. but would it be a book with pictures of faces or is that not too easy? too boring?<br /><br />wouldn't it have to be a book that gives the whole world just one face? in my imagination it would be a book that was made up of pieces of all kinds of faces from all over the world from as many people as possible. in the end the book of faces would look like a face itself. it would tell the story of all the faces it's made up of but one wouldn't have to read a word. it would show itself in this one image: the book of faces. the world's face.<br /><br />if i was a photographer or an artist in general that would be my next project: collect pictures (or plaster casts???) of faces and then create one face. what would it look like? would it be anyone i might know? would it be ugly or not facelike at all?<br /><br />well, if i was a normal person i would just get online on facebook.com and chat with my friends and upload pictures and all that stuff. i would never think about the meaning of that word they created. did they think about it when they first came up with it? they must have. i wonder what they imagine what a book of faces would look like...<br /><br />hmmmm. or maybe they meant the faces of books? omigod, a whole new dimension of thoughts is opening up... noooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhinga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-76287202389608364682008-10-13T21:33:00.002+02:002008-10-13T22:00:55.206+02:00dinner timei made pasta with a vegie tomatoe sauce tonight. i do that sometimes, actually i make variations of the same dish quite frequently. gotta feed the troops somehow, hey! anyway, one thing is definitely consistent: i always have to put my clothes in the laundry straight away. why? because it's usually full of red tomatoe sauce hehehe. can you believe it? <br /><br />so next time i should probably either get undressed before making dinner or be practical and wear an apron... do any of you guys actually own one? god, get a life! i'd rather flash my cheeks!!! YEY!<br /><br />so what am i gonna make for dinner tomorrow???inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10674474.post-43639071911062726932008-08-20T00:36:00.002+02:002008-08-20T00:55:45.133+02:00notoriousmy mirror.<br /><br />my mirror and i have a fascinating relationship. every morning and every night it tells me who i am, even if i think i might be someone else. <br /><br />as a child i always used to get confused when i looked at myself in the mirror. somehow i felt different from the person i would see in front of me. i would make faces and look at myself from all the different angles (the advantages of a folding mirror!) to find out what other people were seeing. it took me a long time to come to terms with that distinction between myself as i see it and myself other people see. i guess you get used to it...<br /><br />now my mirror tells me - AGAIN! - that i have a notoriously red nose. yes it's burned because it's summer. but that's not it. i ALWAYS have a red nose. at high school my favourite teacher would always pull jokes (because of course i'm a notorious late-comer...), so that when i would enter the class room late as i was and with a red nose she would say: inga, must have been late last night, huh? too much to drink? ho ho ho. i would never really get embarrassed because she was allowed. i liked her. anyway, my point is: i always have a red nose. <br /><br />my mirror also tells me i have notoriously unruly hair. it's curly and it's growing out. once when i was young it was pretty long but i'm over that. so now it's shoulder length and i'm thinking about letting it cut again. everybody tells me though i should let it grow. i mean, it's bloody inconvenient. even if everybody thinks it's so lovely and all... i don't know. i guess i have to think about it. like everyone else in this world i do care about what other people think. bloody inconvenient that is!<br /><br />i could go on and on about mirrors and self-image and metaphorical implications but i'll spare you. it's late. <br /><br />conclusion: mirrors are notoriously devious. they never tell you what you want to hear. or see. only sometimes. rarely. still, one can't do without, can one?<br /><br />on that note, good night, sleep tight. and mirrorless dreams!<br /><br />ps: i think notorious is a great word!inga von khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281031198254655903noreply@blogger.com4