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.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
unwort des tages
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.
Friday, November 07, 2008
the book of faces
i 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?
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.
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?
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...
hmmmm. or maybe they meant the faces of books? omigod, a whole new dimension of thoughts is opening up... noooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
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.
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?
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...
hmmmm. or maybe they meant the faces of books? omigod, a whole new dimension of thoughts is opening up... noooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
Monday, October 13, 2008
dinner time
i 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?
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!
so what am i gonna make for dinner tomorrow???
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!
so what am i gonna make for dinner tomorrow???
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
notorious
my mirror.
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.
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...
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.
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!
i could go on and on about mirrors and self-image and metaphorical implications but i'll spare you. it's late.
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?
on that note, good night, sleep tight. and mirrorless dreams!
ps: i think notorious is a great word!
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.
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...
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.
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!
i could go on and on about mirrors and self-image and metaphorical implications but i'll spare you. it's late.
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?
on that note, good night, sleep tight. and mirrorless dreams!
ps: i think notorious is a great word!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
a question for my male readers
it is summer. many germans might dispute this fact, solely because a lot of the time it's either too cold or too hot, it's too dry or too rainy, and if none of these things apply it's too windy. there are many reasons why summer is never good enough. germans seem to have this pessimistic gene that never allows them to actually enjoy whatever is going on. there is always a reason to complain, huh! maybe it's not just german but then it is definitely very european, don't you agree?
anyway, back to the reason why i'm posting this today: summer is one thing, fashion another. male fashion in particular can be very disturbing, so here it is:
WHY do (some? many? most?) men wear shorts (because it is summer) and then pull their socks so high around their calves that there is almost no space for their skin to breathe let alone tan??? i mean not that i fancy looking at a lot of hairy and pale male legs but what is the problem with you guys? give your calves some space! especially in summer! are you afraid it might rain any minute so you're prepared for the cold?
well, maybe it's just pragmatic. isn't that what they say about both men and germans?
do what you have to do but PLEASE don't take the same morning train as me!!!
anyway, back to the reason why i'm posting this today: summer is one thing, fashion another. male fashion in particular can be very disturbing, so here it is:
WHY do (some? many? most?) men wear shorts (because it is summer) and then pull their socks so high around their calves that there is almost no space for their skin to breathe let alone tan??? i mean not that i fancy looking at a lot of hairy and pale male legs but what is the problem with you guys? give your calves some space! especially in summer! are you afraid it might rain any minute so you're prepared for the cold? well, maybe it's just pragmatic. isn't that what they say about both men and germans?
do what you have to do but PLEASE don't take the same morning train as me!!!
Monday, June 23, 2008
i wish!
... i had a pillow. with me. at ALL times!!!
my next day off is friday. i just want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!! stay in bed the whole day, read, doze off, cuddle my pillow, read some more, maybe go for a walk, get or make something to eat, go back to bed or lie on the couch, read, doze off, cuddle my pillow etc.
i extremely dislike (previous phrase has been censored by myself) my alarm clock!!! that's the only downside with working weekends. it's gotten to the point that i wake up BEFORE my alarm clock!! can you believe it??? it's like the knowledge that i have to get up early is so stressful for me that i can't relax at all. instead i just wake up before my alarm clock has a chance to, just to stare at the time in disbelief, turn around and the moment i'm about to fall asleep again, the bloody thing pierces right through my dream world... (devoted readers might already know of my troubled relationship with mornings and alarm clocks).
WHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHoooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! right, i'm a whinger. yes. i know!
besides my being tired i am very excited about tonight! marieke's play SPIELTRIEB premieres tonight and i'll be witness to it! i hope she's still in one piece after several months of basically working two jobs. YOU ROCK, girl!!!
my next day off is friday. i just want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!! stay in bed the whole day, read, doze off, cuddle my pillow, read some more, maybe go for a walk, get or make something to eat, go back to bed or lie on the couch, read, doze off, cuddle my pillow etc.
i extremely dislike (previous phrase has been censored by myself) my alarm clock!!! that's the only downside with working weekends. it's gotten to the point that i wake up BEFORE my alarm clock!! can you believe it??? it's like the knowledge that i have to get up early is so stressful for me that i can't relax at all. instead i just wake up before my alarm clock has a chance to, just to stare at the time in disbelief, turn around and the moment i'm about to fall asleep again, the bloody thing pierces right through my dream world... (devoted readers might already know of my troubled relationship with mornings and alarm clocks).
WHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHoooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! right, i'm a whinger. yes. i know!
besides my being tired i am very excited about tonight! marieke's play SPIELTRIEB premieres tonight and i'll be witness to it! i hope she's still in one piece after several months of basically working two jobs. YOU ROCK, girl!!!
Thursday, June 05, 2008
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