While waiting for the kettle to provide hot water for much needed coffee, I zapped through the available tv programmes until I got stuck on a SAT.1 ‘documentary’ about teenagers who got themselves into financial troubles because of excessive mobile phoning.
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Archiv der Kategorie: almost a diary
Miss Piggy in the Box.
Recently, my mother acquired a reprint of an old pre world-war two primary education book as a present for her mother, who learned reading and writing using a similar one. Browsing through the pages printed in 1935, I was not surprised to find nationalism being fed into kids through little stories about heroic soldiers, technologically advanced battle ships, and the like. But there was something that somehow surprised me:
Should you have ever wondered what a pig-drawing looked like in a 1930s Prussian schoolbook, take a look at my careful reproduction.
I am not sure if Miss Piggy in the box is in any way indicative of the mindset of the teachers or the educational system in Germany at the time. It may simply be one abstaction too much. But somehow I can’t help but assume the first alternative is at least partly correct…
Me – a Grammar God?
I’m not sure this English grammar test is using appropriate categories. But who would be a better judge than you, my gentle readers. And as it’s always nice to be complemented, I had to post this here…
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you?
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Blogging the GDR.
About two weeks ago I had dinner with my parents and one of their oldest friends who was in town for a day. Like my mother, he hails from the eastern part of Germany, the part formerly known as German Democratic Republic. Unlike my mother, he stayed there until the bitter end.
I was inclined to think that someone like him would be most confident when it comes to Schumpeterian processes, the creative destruction and recreation of social and economic governance mechanisms. Well, I was wrong.
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Applications Welcome.
Gentle female readers, here’s something for you. I know you must have spent countless sleepless nights, tossing and turning, thinking what, just what exactly would this German guy with the stunningly well designed blog be looking for in a woman. Well, despair no more, the answer is about to be published right here.
Only 20%…
Hmm… maybe this Inner Geek Test is more culture-bound than I thought, or maybe – I am really only 20.31558% – Geek (despite the fact that I have indeed read an Amiga OS manual cover to cover when I was twelve).
The odd thing is, I suspect that had I taken some “Inner Coolness Test”, I had also scored in this percentage range (despite the fact that I once rapped in German in front of a club in New York City and later convinced some Carioca friends I could dance Samba when I in fact I don’t know a single step).
My two cents.
Last week, I read somewhere that google-ad clickthrough rates are to increase significantly if the ads are placed between the posts as opposed to being placed alongside.
Well, from my experience, whoever claimed this correlation was probably just lucky. Personally, I can’t really see any change in the clickthrough rates – it’s still in the 0.1 % range, although other google ad users claim to have far better rates.
So I can confidently announce that this is not a money making blog, as opposed to the ones mentioned in this cyberjournalist report. But then again, it is also true that my little proto-diary has not yet shredded the career of any prominent politician…
For the moment, the average daily “turnover” of this blog reflects what it means to me – my very own two cents (well, Dollar cents…).
Life Just Doesn’t Work Without Coffee.
Well, my life, for sure. But not least the success of Starbucks in redefining to a certain extent the essence of the drink indicates that the days are gone in which drinking coffee was considered a weakness.
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(barely) aLive and (rather) Acoustic
Gentle readers, it’s a shame.
The very talented Californian singer/songwriter Cindy Alexander is touring Germany for the second time in only two years and I won’t be able to attend any of her concerts for I am not in a state to leave my bed for much more than brief stops at the trusted pharmacy and, of course, the videostore around the corner.
Even if I could leave the house for longer I suppose I would immediately be sent home by a police officer for disorderly conduct – sure it’s getting better, but sometimes I am still coughing in a way that would most certainly make late 19th century tuberculosis patients pale in comparison. Of course, spreading cold germs is not yet a crime. But there’s a reason it’s frowned upon…
So, much to my dismay, once again I will have to turn to Ms Alexander’s recordings instaead of “the real thing”. However, all of you who are not confined to your beds tonight and live not too far from Marburg, Hessen, Germany, should leave right now and attend “The Acoustic Meeting” in the Waggonhalle at 8pm.
Unfortunately none of Cindy’s songs are legally available online since c|net has shut down the mp3.com servers in January. Well, not quite – there are at least some samples at amazon.com, even including my favorite song of hers, “Better Than I Am“.
So listen quickly, and then get going.
Helau! I’m Guilty.
But don’t call the cops just now, my gentle readers.
As a matter of fact, I’m guilty of a crime that is not part of any tort law in the known universe. And actually, most people probably wouldn’t consider it a crime but simply a fun weekend. However, sometimes, things aren’t as simple as the seem on the first glance… so, in a way, yes, I am a traitor.
I am from Mainz and I am going to Cologne this weekend to celebrate this year’s carnival with some friends from abroad. And in a way, this is really bad, as Mainz and Cologne enjoy a healthy competition when it comes to the question which town has the bigger Rhenish carnival tradition. And being part of one of these traditions is like being part of a ‘family business’ – you do remember The Godfather, don’t you?
Well, I’m not really afraid of a concrete funeral. But I do indeed feel a tiny little bit guilty about the prospective enjoyments within the “enemy’s” heart. So I’m going to make it up: I will certainly make an effort to convert Koelsch infidels to finally say “Helau” instead of “Alaaf”…
And you best believe it takes a man to do that ;)