People’s destiny is often similar to a tuna fish and a fisherman.
Life offers you a koeder [bait]; you’re driven to snap and swallow it. So the fisherman has hooked you – and his only purpose NOW is: to drill the tuna. [you may read “to fight the tuna” while “drilling” is the german word that speaks phonetically more than “fight”]
Some tunas are a muscle-packed bundle full of energy. The drill will go on for hours and hours. Who is the first to resign – the first to SURRENDER ? No, not the fisherman. He is ready to fix his line for an occasional relax cigarette before he goes on drilling, with a certain amount of satisfaction and a rudely grinning face.
The tuna is less lucky. His body cries for relaxation that he will not get. He has to fight unless one of two options takes over: his exhaustedness forces him to let go – the fisherman wins. The tuna is now lifted out of his element, fixed to the ground by a cruel foot in boots, where he receives a final stab into his head.
His fight has not payed off for him. He who is chosen by destiny may just incidentally tear and tear and tear again; — finally ripping the hook off! his mouth, leaving the place seriously wounded, but
One out of a hundred could be the applicable quota….
…thats what destiny may hold for you; and may NOT hold for ME.
And this is what destiny holds for tunas respectively
for marlins, while Ernest comes along!
It is quite an essentially human behaviour to think about and to make plans for ones future…isn’t it?
When do we start thinking and planning…is it as a teenager? Is it after the first certificate of our school? Is it during our first relationship? Whatever….!
In fact, we all have learned, that there is NO GUARANTEE for the fullfillment of our plans. Most of them don’t even manage it to the startline! Others come to pass, others become a fail….and we do not know which plan will work.
We are put down to this earth without our permission. Or have YOU been asked for your permission to be born?? You could not have known the right answer. A NO wouldn’t be accepted, I suppose.
If you’re ready for life and have started yet to make plans for your future you can use a wonderful opportunity. Just create a follow-up for all your basic plans. How to do?? It’s easy. You have to go to the following webservice:
You will immediately be invited to create a Future Mail, which means simply that you write a Mail to yourself – receiving the letter by means of a ghost (named Internet) at a date you are free to choose. Say you are born on 05-12-1987. You are set up to write a mail to remind you of any given plan you’ve made. You let the service work for your wished date, i.e. your bithday after 3 years. So you can look back onto the last 3 years and on the positive or negative outcome of that time.
[phantasy]You plan at your 16th birthday to be married 6 years later. You create a mail to self at the futuremail service and let these 6 years rush through. The mail is delivered right on your 22th birthday, asking you: are you married yet, client? WHY? WHY NOT? [/phantasy]
It’s an easy way to stick to one’s plans and to have a little bit of checking the fullfillment stats. Try it…I’ve done it all before and was satisfied with the product. *yeah*
What a strong lyrics creation this is. Me thinks, art in it’s different forms and styles and genres is always based on pain, suffering and desparation. This small and tiny poem tells the complete story. And it speaks to my heart like it will speak to everyones heart that had to suffer or that was in painful circumstances.
There are wounded souls and bleeding hearts all around us…but we don’t see it. We see only the outside, a polished polished polished surface. Inside there is an empty lonely bleeding heart which is crying for help.
Der berühmteste oder auch berüchtigtste Kegelclub ist derjenige der Piratenpartei. Dort haben sich nämlich die Radikal-Feministinnen organisiert. Sie haben es übrigens geschafft, damit die Piratenpartei zu ruinieren, wie jeder an den Wahlergebnissen besichtigen kann.
Meine erklärte Absicht ist es, einen Gegenentwurf zum feministischen Kegelclub zu etablieren. Dazu suche ich Mitstreiter. Ich habe potentielle Kandidaten bereits informiert – oder woher wüßtest du sonst diese URL?
Alles, was noch zu tun ist, besteht darin, die wunderschön gestaltete Umfrage abzuarbeiten. Man kann jeweils seine passenden Antworten und Gedanken eintippen, danach auf OK, und schon geht es zur nächsten Frage. Am Ende gibt ein Farewell-Text die letzten Richtlinien heraus. Man sollte vorher auf den Button “Senden” geklickt haben.
Man darf es sich übrigens jederzeit anders überlegen und die Umfrage wiederholen oder von neuem starten. Dadurch kann man andere Terminwünsche, geänderte Rufnummern oder Infokanäle mitteilen. Eine Whatsapp-Gruppe wird vermutlich demnächst ins Leben gerufen. Fragen sind jederzeit per Mail, Anruf oder als Kommentar (der Link steht am Anfang des Textes) willkommen.
P.S.:Bei mehr als 100 km Anfahrtsweg lohnt es sich eher wenig, dem Kegelclub beizutreten. Die Location ist Wiesenburg, Nähe Zwickau.
HERE WE GO….Oh shit Frau Schmidt, das Script tut nicht in diesem WordPress-Sauerkraut-Code! Ich gebe daher nur den Link zur Umfrage heraus, dem ihr folgen dürft. Oder nicht.
This little piece of Keyboard music I made in ancient times, when I was prepared for the occasional jam session and the recording unit was on stand-by.
It is made out of the moment. It didn’t take time to polish or to complete the arrangement. Just an “out-of-the-box” – recording. The drum-track was added afterwards by a Roland Octapad. Drumming is my favourite kind of playing music. Next to it comes the Piano which I play only as unskilled auto-didact.
That woman was born Nina Hagen to the east german actress Eva-Maria Hagen and a not-so-important father, Hans Oliva-Hagen (the man committed suicide, sad to say). The lack of a father was the crucial point in Ninas life. Nina Hagen was a stage addict from her first steps on until recent. And she really turned her inside out when on stage and the beams fired into her face!
Her stepfather was east-german dissident Wolf Biermann (a Jew by birth but NOT by heart) who was up to be an iconic figurehead (Galionsfigur) of counter communism. Subsequently the communist leaders turned him down and forced him to leave the GDR. This caused a veritable shit-storm among the culture scene of the GDR. Lots of fellow artists joined Biermann and emigrated into the Bundesrepublik. Biermann was crushing into the heart of TV watchers by celebrating a victory performance live in the Koeln Arena. It was a serious defeat of communist party SED!
Afterwards, as restrictions were growing stronger and stronger, Nina Hagen decided to follow Wolf Biermann into his emigration. She left with nearly nothing but her super creative mind and a bunch of hot punk songs…and her violent screaming-linke voice, of course. After years in the centre of punk, London, she formed a new band in germanyand became a household number in west german music scene. She celebrated punk like no other german musician. Her first album became an international success. Many more came along…
…and after a spiritual world-trip from drugs to buddhism to hinduism to esoterics she finally had had dropped herself into the baptizing waters in a lower saxony lutheran church. STRIKE!
She came home.
And it is amazing how strong she stands her ground even though she’s teased and mocked by her former fans and followers…she gives a sh*t of them all and preaches the GOSPEL. This is what one super-natural power can do and how this (unnamed) power is working. I love Ninas Album “Personal Jesus” which is pure gospel…and I dedicate my little dumb artwork to her and to the super-natural power she’s been saved by.
It is not imaginable how in ancient times people managed to stay healthy. DID they stay healthy? In fact no. There was no knowledge about hygiene or viruses and bakteria. It was unknown how small these enemies were and it lasted until the 19th century that somebody explored the micro-world upon our skin.
I had to suufer from another infect recently which is always like the end of the world to me. During my parcel service job I used to wash my hands with desinfection due to have a chance against bakteria infections. Now that I am at home I wasn’t prepared for the next attack. I couldn’t stand my ground.
I had to take some steps for the better. First I bought a little automatic soap spender with desinfectouus soap in it. Yeah, it works very well! I’m getting healthier day by day now – only by FAITH. By my little strong FAITH.
Music Of The Day: “Toccata” from “Suite Gothique” by Leon Boellman
One or two weeks ago I was listening to the birds because they twittered like crazy. These birds knew these two weeks earlier that winter had gone. During these two weeks I was keenly looking for one last chance to go skiing!! Me wasn’t aware that this period of the year had gone. But now I can see it right before my very eyes:
the sun has gained enormous power!
the temperature rises far beyond the 10° Celsius which is totally UNcool!
the people who have gardens starting to plan their first tasks for the new garden season
maybe they order 10 or 27 new plants for their pleasure
As the prophete I am I’ll give an oracle(!): in the nearest future people will work topless in their gardens muttering and complaining that the sun crashes into the air like a wild horse…”uhmmm…the planet is too radiant today!!….*sheeeesh*…
I was so hot on skiing that I couldn’t stop myself from buying a new alpine ski set. Even though I think NOW that it is not conform to the current season out there I will be satisfied NEXT winter season because I can immediately start into the adventure with my NEW equipment..*heyhey*. (Will show you pics after the parts have arrived).
Now I can only share the sad and lonely view over an empty ski arena, this time it is Schoeneck of the Vogtland region of Saxony. The Vogtland is one of the most beautiful regions of entire Germany (oh yes, it IS!) and the city of Plauen is incredibly beautiful. This inner city is in my opinion right on top of the city of Dresden. But don’t talk about it because this is an open secret, ya know…?!
Schoeneck has an alpine ski resort(!!) including three slopes of significant steepness…but far away from the alps. Nevertheless it is a beautiful opportunity for the quick sundowner on the hills. The horizon around this ski resort is sooo overwhelmingly beautiful you’ll stand there, looking and watching in awe! They’ve some gastronomy and hotellery, and are waiting for the rich Dubai Arab Sheiks to fly by. None of them ever has been spotted….*thankgod* :-))
Song of the day: “The Sounds Of Silence” by Simon & Garfunkel
I was, after intense inquiring and study, finally able to figure out how to upload and publish pictures. Here are the pictures that belong to the post before this. One is a photo taken on the cemetary of Zwoenitz, and the other one is a song text of Mr.Leonard Cohen. Enjoy!
[It’s a pity. I never manage writing a text without 10 typos. After elimination of 8 out of ten I believe myself there is now NO OTHER TYPO. Whilst eliminating the 8 I may have added another 2 new typos. Maybe I am a hypotypo.]