Another day in Schlauraffen Land

Today, mensa waiting line: two 40+ yo ppl talk about vegetarians - she's one. He admires her for that, but says how extrem and strange vegans would be - and illogical: Eggs and milk would be presents, totally natural. Yeah, it's so natural that male chicks die in shredders some minutes after they hatch and dairy factories exist, where cows with overbred high-output udders have to be pregnant their whole life to give milk without ever seeing one of their children and than get slaughtered after a fractional amount of their lifespan because they're not profitable enough. Yes, of course, this happens also every day in the wilderness, totally natural. The animals want it to be like that and abuse and kill themselves for you, as a present. 

By the way: My browser is no longer supported by blogger? I'm using FireFox on my netbook. What does that shit mean? Does blogger want me to regret I didn't choose Wordpress as I started Hamronise in w/b?!

The Dull Age

No, I do not only listen to Tropic of Cancer when I feel like this... They so grew on me in the last months.

Et tu Jons?

We went clubbing last Wednesday night to Thursday and I just accompanied them because I thought I maybe meet him. As R. told me he saw him in the crowd and I ran around, searching for him without result, I got angry about R. and went home.

I just got the news he died last Thursday, the funeral is held Friday. 

It just feels wrong. 

I don't know the reason yet. It may sound weird, but I hope it was something inevitable. And not the same impulse as M.'s, who commited suicide on February 14th - just very few weeks earlier  she opened herself for me and I was to blind to see and react.

It's a pitty I usually rarely think about the evanescence of life. What ever we want to do, what ever we want to say, we should do it know because tomorrow everything can be so different. But seems I am just able to remember this when it's too late.

It's the third case of death for me in seven months. Don't know what's wrong lately. Even my cat nearly died some weeks ago. There's no need to mention how happy I am about that nearly, is it?

Good night and take care...

I'd like to paint the walls with...

I feel like some vegetable, which shrivels oneself. Maybe a carrot. Yes, carrots fit me, shrivelled carrots. 

Loved that Grimes concert last Saturday at Molotow (Hamburg). Not only her performance, but also the support act Doldrums. So I spend a lot of time this week listening to them - especially to this tune, "I'm Homesick Sitting Up Here in My Satellite". 

All the people I told about it or had to listen to it while hanging out with me said something like strange music, strange sounds which aren't music or just that my taste in music still sucks majorly. 

- Naaa, I honestly don't see the point, I'm not strange, I'm just how I should be and it's totally okay. With or without the msuic I listen to. At least I don't listen to that Lady Gaga crap...

About things I should do

I have to study for the Swedish exam I have to do in some hours, that's why I came back to this "blog", cleaning the drafts. I found some unpublished old entry whereby, this song was included, Paris by Hans Unstern:

   

 Somehow I forgot about it. Maybe because of the feelings/memories attached. You for sure also know that: Songs you liked and listened to at a specific time tend to carry that sense of life you had at this very moment, in these hours, days or few weeks you went through something good, bad or mostly just awkward. Greasy, annoying stuff. Anyway, I don't care about that time, people, places, incidents anymore in any way. Just love to love that song again. And love to know that everything went out so much better. 

 Hope to see him live again some day.

P.S.: If I would tag any posts with "procrastination", I'd had to be every single one.

Into Black

I had this idée fixe to continue this blog (or what it should be) partly open to everyone, partly password saved. This was working well back in Livejournal days, but Blogger doesn't seem to allow to do so. It's a pitty. If somebody ever stumbles across this and knows how to change that: please tell me.

(Blouse's "Into Black" is one of my current faves.)

Sleep's just overrated

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- I'm utterly happy about 2012 being a leap year.