Prokrastination ist...

... wenn man so unter Stress und Leistungsdruck leidet, dass man sich erstmal Fotolovestories auf BRAVO.de durchlesen geht.

Tritratrallala.

So. Ich wollte auch mal was posten, wenn ich nicht gerade an einer Abgabe sitze. Und tatsächlich hatte ich auch einiges an "Material" gesammelt, um Texte zu schreiben. Nicht nur Ideen, sondern sogar Fotos! Wie es aber so kam, hatte ich fast die ganze Woche nur mein langsames Netbook zur Hand, wenn ich endlich Zeit hatte. Und wenn ich doch an meinem schnelleren, besseren, gut bestückten Laptop sein konnte, so wie jetzt zum Beispiel, dann hatte ich keine Zeit, wirklich etwas zu schreiben - so wie jetzt eigentlich auch. Gleich geht's ab, denn um 18 s.t. müsste ich bei einer Freundin sein, zu einer veganen Plätzchenbacksession. Alles natürlich Geschenkplätzchen, keine Bauchvollschlagplätzchen. 

Ansonsten war ich diese Woche bei zwei Lesungen, das erste Mal seit Ewigkeiten in Hildesheim, habe den Präsidenten interviewt, mit einer "meiner Gruppen" Weltverbesserungspläne geschmiedet, die nächste Woche in die Tat umgesetzt werden, "Es war einmal... der Mensch" beendet und "... die Entdeckung unserer Erde" begonnen und mich dann leider auch unter einer Migräne vor der Welt versteckt, die mich immer noch nicht verlassen will. 

Hello World...

...  who you'll never read these lines. Hello unknown person from Lithuania who just stumbled across my blog some minutes ago - or maybe bearded nosy guy from Germany with an IP adress changer who likes to stalk me, we'll maybe never know. On any account: Hello!

Yes, certainly: I'm here, so I have a deadline for tomorrow. Of course not, no, I haven't finished it yet.

What to say.... Hm, yes. I made up my mind. I treat Harmonise bad, that's okay. But since I will (try to) keep a diary blog anyway during my stay abroad, it can also be this one. And so I have to get back to blogging writing strange uninteresting stuff.

So, people who go astray here, bearded stalkers and also the few people I rarely force to read my entries: What do you want me to write about? Not as a future topic for the whole Harmonise thingie, I mean once, occasionally, ... Actually it would help me a lot. Ask questions, make suggestions, ... always, not with a deadline. (Huh, deadline? War da etwas?)

For sure, I'll never ever have a real topic here. The topic wasn't even my life. That's the only thing I could/would change. Or will.

To bearded stalkers with love:

"Heute Morgen erwachte ich als Wunschkind"

Not really, I woke up noticing I overslept and had to hurry, worse than yesterday - I woke up noticing I overslept and my life won't be the same without Heinz Gut, but who the fuck is Heinz Gut, which role did he (or she; after all this is a queer feminist blog in disguise) play in my life before and why didn't I realise him* before if he* should be that important to me? Actually I'm writing these useless lines because I have to finish some stupid bibliography-crap for university which isn't really that stupid or crappy, but it's enough for my tender heart, I need something to distract me from the wish to kill someone. Of course, why ever should I (start updating again) update again?

http://soundcloud.com/hansunstern/entweder-oder

And hey, T., if you read this: Ich trete dir sowas von in die Eier!

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...