Actually, that’s a lie -I am not interested and currently I’m trying to get the Comments-Field out of wordpress. And since the Theme isn’t quite standard, that isn’t easy. If you want to know why – I just don’t care about comments anymore, at least on websites (every website). So, if you wanted to ask. Just saying.
So, what else? Read somethin good lately? (If you answer „No, I rarely read“ – Get the fuck out. Now.) I have, but it isn’t exactly a discovery Iain Banks is and Old-Time-Favourite, even though the Wasp Factory was to harsh fpor my tastes. But for example „Against a Dark Background“ was fun – with Passages like: “Aah…Yes, and how does madam wish to pay?” She slapped her credit card on the counter. “Eventually.”
Also from this novel:
“Power today rests in the hands of the lawyers. Those whose function it ought to be merely to help regulate have—following the failure of nerve in those with the rightful claim and historical provenance required for leadership—come instead to legislate. By their very nature, they will ensure that having taken the reins of power into their hands, they cannot legally be wrested from them. What has to be remembered by those who care for the future as well as the history of our species is that law is no more than an abstraction of justice; an expression of a society’s political will and philosophical conceptions. Truth, right and justice are processes, not states. They are dynamic functions which can only be expressed and understood through action…And arguably the time for action is fast approaching. Thank you.”
“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint – it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff.”
– Doctor Who
I’d be the first to admit that I’m no good with plants. Well, I would be, if I could be bothered with that exhausting stuff about plants, like watering and … well, do you have to do anything else?
Nevermind, I rarely do.
But after one week I find two very strange things. The first is a tear in one of the leaves of my new ficus. That wouldn’t be grounds for suspicion, but than I see somthing else:A tiny small snail, running away from the scene of the crime. Pictured above and below, respectivly, so now I am wondering: Do I host the strongest snail ever? The Hulk, reborn as a snail? Snailzilla? Count Snail?
Maybe not, but creepy nonetheless.
There is a slight tumult going on. I don’t mean in my tummy ort anything, but I’m rather of two minds about two certain things. That amounts to four minds, which is okay, because now they aren’t alone and can see other people. Where was I ?Yes, being of two minds when it is about the language. In recent weeks, whenever I mean something seriously – or even remotely honest – I have been switching to english. And I don’t know why!
Possible reason may include watching every episode of Doctor Who, or that whenever I take in a movie I prefer the original, or re-reading my Neil Gaiman-Collection, or simply the fact, that I don’t make half as many typos and mistakes when typing english than when typing german, which is a bit of fun, actually, since my job is to write in german; but nevertheless, the old nickname „Fehla Beier“ still stands, and I am still the undefeated champion of overly long, winding, senseless sentences with a typo/word-average above 5. So, where do I go from here? Is my subconscious telling me to pack my stuff and head for the white cliffs of Dover? Shall I try to become the twelfth doctor (which I don’t want to be – I wish a long run for Matt Smith, who basically managed to change the role so far whilst staying true to it that it was possible to follow David Tennant without become a mockery! Well Done, Mr. Smith!) or maybe I just need to write for an english paper. That might be a bit of a problem – even my english is far superior to most people, especially Martians (uneducated ones), Bavarians (equally uneducated), South-Americans (the tribes that haven’t encountered english-speaking folk yet, which could be also said of a few „tribes“ from my native area, the Allgäu), it still leaves something to be desired compared to actually english spoken people. Translations, as one might add, aren’t my cup of tea either – not because I don’t know what the people want to say, but the german typos creep back in.
If you counted so far, there is a german mind, an english mind, and a doctor’s mind, so actually I am of three minds currently. Which sounds rather unhealthy, but what the heck, at least I got beer. And with that sentence I know that it is very unlikely that I’ll ever got to america, and even Britain becomes something of a pipe dream. And while were at the topic of pipe dreams: the whole stuttered essay was to present some text around the picture above, which must be the doing of a photographers mind. There you have it – four minds. What do you expect?