go for real?

Well, there I am, sitting in a hotel by the sea, attending a workshop, sponsored by an organisation I cannot even spell, whose terms and conditions I have to accept in order to get the refund, without ever having seen them. It is past one a.m. local time and a strong wind is picking up outside. Hopefully the wheater will be sunny again by the time the day comes. Until a few minutes ago I was standing in the hallway with two US citizens. One of them had started the conversation more than an hour again by saying: "I am a Bush fan." - and he made clear that this was a very rational decision for him. He and his counterpart could quote on almost any political event a completely complementary version. Was the vote recount in Florida in favour of Gore and the media did not report on it in order not to attack the gouvernment in difficult times, or was it in favour of Bush and it was held back since such an outcome was not of interest to them? Truely contradictory information. And the discussion went on like this. So what to do? Who is lying? His solution: Admit that without a biased perception and selection of sources no opinion can be formed, be biased, be partial, be a fan! The sea is patient.

Dann doch...

endlich fertig. Lange rumgedaddelt. Könnte schon weg sein, wenn ich das alles früher in der Woche gemacht hätte, aber dann gäbe es dieses blog nicht :-). Vielleicht schreibe ich ja sogar von unterwegs weiter.

Otro día como pinchazo

"Hoy me levanto sin razón" - todo al contrario, pero no me salen las cosas. La meta es fija pero no muevo. Contemplo las horas que pasan. Reempezé leer Onetti y en la cabeza no queda mucho ruido. Es mas como zumbando muy bajito. Ni me enfado de mimismo. Me asombro, poco, y un día moriré. Ese sentimiento me parece como un descanso ahora, acabo de sentir de manera muy diferente.

shrimp job

I was happy hour-hopping with some friends last night, and while we were sipping our cocktails I asked them whether they knew what a 'shrimp job' was. It is harrowing what human imagination can produce once you enter a sexual context. Hence I cannot repeat any of their theories. Digging the web helps though, e.g. eye.net has a nice hint (scroll down to 'toeing the line'). But my personal source of information is from a book ( BritPulp!, p. 211f):

[...]'I wanna be a star the dame chirped. 'I'm real talented you know. I can act and my boyfriend is gonna teach me how to play the bass.'
'How about letting me shoot a famous artist giving you a shrimp job?' the Mexican leered.
'If all you're interested in is my feet, you can forget it. I wanna see my beautiful face in this movie,' the girl was getting suspicious.
'There'll be shots of your face, all you gotta do is fake an orgasm as your toes get licked,' Mark smarmed
'Okay,' the chick was up for it.[...]

Ah, and then there is the infamous 'snow job' - but I did not remember that one last night. Too bad.

Ist jemandem warm?

Okay, I admit, I am playing with the technical options. Enjoy the picture anyway. The lady did not last for long. I like to believe she walked away but I am afraid it was too much attention from the children that made her go.

Jugando con los colores del texto - prefiero verde ("#77D717") sobre negro. ¿Como les gusta?

Nachbarn?

pêle-mêle dans ma tête... - weblog et une autre site allemande (argh!) parlent du bruit (Rauschen) dans la tête. Je suis sur qu'il y en a plus que je n'ai pas trouvé dans ma recherche superficielle. Au moins je peux constater que c'est un motif connu. Voyons lesquelles voisinages et relations se trouveront. Relations? C'est anti-bruit!

Elena

KIDDofSPEED - GHOST TOWN - Chernobyl Pictures - Kidofspeed - Elena - that's the title of a page I found on a different blog, accidentally browsing by. This was a few months ago and I actually was looking for the Virtual Dog Shit Creator (that's an entirely different story - but I have announced 'contrasts' so here you go). The site (Elena's) had been featured on slashdot before I found it - probably that's why I found it at all - and several media picked up the story afterwards. By then there already had evolved something like secondary literature on the net. For instance there was a discussion on sport-touring.net (cannot find it anymore) where she took part. Why am I talking about all this? Because it was a moving moment for me. I was touched by he seemingly superficial tone this young, Russian, and motor-bike obsessed woman was reporting from the disaster area of Chernobyl. And it put me in a conflict: shall I believe this? Is she who she claims to be, are the things she reports true? Is the 'Elena' in the sport-touring.net discussion the 'Elena' from the site? And I must admit this conflict did not last for long. It was all so consistent and every sentence from her bears an unmistakable imprint of her personality and her linguistic background. And then I thought: The one who would go such lengths for manipulating me, is worth being believed anyway. And that brings me to the point to consider such statements as: 'There is no un-manipulated reality'. So what is reality then, really? Just a concept which is more or less meaningful, depending on the circumstances? When I read her story it really moves me and when I burn my hand on a flame it really hurts. So that is real enough for me. But what if I was to go to Chernobyl on a motorbike, using her radiation map asf.? Will I find what I expect? To some degree, I guess. Back to square one. I have talked a lot in an almost philosophical way but the shoelace is still open.

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