Hey guys, about tomorrow... IMHO... please remember...
it wasn't so much about God, or the "right" Religion, than it was about Lies, Intolerance, Power and Humans.
The Power to "prove" Others wrong by killing them...
Intolerance, about Others living their life differently from what some define as worthy.
Intolerance about what name God should be given, and how many "chapters" of that wise book we should acknowledge.
And Lies, as to what young people where and are still told to serve this dreadful purpose of killing Innocent people.
Humans can so easily be deceived, if they have not learned to think for themselves, to make up their own mind, to judge for themselves. So please NO more killing, NO more hate!
Even as a retired firefighter I can assure you, we are what we are, because we LOVE our neighbor. We do not ask about his or her religion, skin color or sex, when we go in to rescue someone.
So, honor the fallen One's by saving, rescuing, helping... That's what they lived for, that's what they died for...
And to them, their friends, colleagues, families and acquaintances, I can only say one thing: Thank You...
How to Avoid Being Killed in a War Zone: The Essential Survival Guide for Dangerous Places, by Rosie Garthwaite
How to avoid being killed in a war zone, offers practical advise, that will help you survive some of the world's most hostile environments.
Now the content is, honestly, nothing new. But the writing style is splendid.
I don't know, if Rosie Garthwaite meant it that way, but some of her statements are so painstakingly bone dry, that they become hilarious reads.
I love that, because it reminds me of the sense of humor, I had as a senior firefighter sometimes, that alienates those who have not seen what I have seen. But with my colleagues/brothers at the hose, it was like a ping-pong match... Surprisingly we do recognize each other all over the world with that kind of humor... Also other Brothers in Arms... Not sure this makes any sense to whomever... But Rosie maybe?!
Don't get me wrong, this book can and will be very useful for many, and should be used with (GMV = gesundem Menschenverstand) common sense/horse-sense.
I will cherish this book for the rest of my life! Thank you!
Now the content is, honestly, nothing new. But the writing style is splendid.
I don't know, if Rosie Garthwaite meant it that way, but some of her statements are so painstakingly bone dry, that they become hilarious reads.
I love that, because it reminds me of the sense of humor, I had as a senior firefighter sometimes, that alienates those who have not seen what I have seen. But with my colleagues/brothers at the hose, it was like a ping-pong match... Surprisingly we do recognize each other all over the world with that kind of humor... Also other Brothers in Arms... Not sure this makes any sense to whomever... But Rosie maybe?!
Don't get me wrong, this book can and will be very useful for many, and should be used with (GMV = gesundem Menschenverstand) common sense/horse-sense.
I will cherish this book for the rest of my life! Thank you!
Ringing True, by Robert Morrow
This is a book imagined by an adult for adults. I love it. Sexuality is a part of us, that needs to be referred to without bigotry.
Its thought-provoking, humorous, smart, satirical, without ever drifting into the cynical. And it is remarkably well written.(!) Robert Morrow is a true poet, and his eloquent and classy writing promises greatness for the future.
The best summer read for anyone who enjoys thinking while and after reading.
Love it, love it, love it....
Its thought-provoking, humorous, smart, satirical, without ever drifting into the cynical. And it is remarkably well written.(!) Robert Morrow is a true poet, and his eloquent and classy writing promises greatness for the future.
The best summer read for anyone who enjoys thinking while and after reading.
Love it, love it, love it....
Etre the cow, a brilliant book by Sean Kenniff
Please check the homepage for the stories summary. As usual I will share my opinion about it with you and no more...
Berchtold Brecht wrote: „Die dümmsten Kälber wählen ihre Metzger selber“ Roughly translated "the dumbest cow, chooses its own butcher"
The meaning being: we follow blindly, without thinking and choose our life without really choosing it consciously.
Etre changes that... He becomes aware...
Or as some others would have said:
- He awakens (Jim Morrison)
- Cogito, ergo sum (Descartes)
- J'ai pas choisi de vivre ici, entre la soumission, la peur ou l'abandon, J'm'en sortirai, je te le jure, à coup de livres, je franchirai tous ces murs (Jean-Jacques Goldmann)
I have rarely read a more erudite and skilled story, packed with philosophical allegories. Very challenging psychological assertions, brought to you in a language you will LOVE and understand. Read it with an open mind, think about what it tells you, what unquestioned answers it reveals to you and it will blow your mind away!
All in all: I recommend it to 100%
Except to those who don't like books that accrue them as a human being and help them evolve into more consciousness! To those I say: Beware! Because you wont have any excuses left for NOT taking your life into your own hands, after reading this, anymore.
Archbishop Desmond Tutu was right about this one Sean! Superbe travaille!
Berchtold Brecht wrote: „Die dümmsten Kälber wählen ihre Metzger selber“ Roughly translated "the dumbest cow, chooses its own butcher"
The meaning being: we follow blindly, without thinking and choose our life without really choosing it consciously.
Etre changes that... He becomes aware...
Or as some others would have said:
- He awakens (Jim Morrison)
- Cogito, ergo sum (Descartes)
- J'ai pas choisi de vivre ici, entre la soumission, la peur ou l'abandon, J'm'en sortirai, je te le jure, à coup de livres, je franchirai tous ces murs (Jean-Jacques Goldmann)
I have rarely read a more erudite and skilled story, packed with philosophical allegories. Very challenging psychological assertions, brought to you in a language you will LOVE and understand. Read it with an open mind, think about what it tells you, what unquestioned answers it reveals to you and it will blow your mind away!
All in all: I recommend it to 100%
Except to those who don't like books that accrue them as a human being and help them evolve into more consciousness! To those I say: Beware! Because you wont have any excuses left for NOT taking your life into your own hands, after reading this, anymore.
Archbishop Desmond Tutu was right about this one Sean! Superbe travaille!
Still Life With Brass Pole, a great book by Craig Machen
Per aspera ad astra!
I read this book twice and fell in love with that lovable, romantic soul.
This Biographic Book is about Craig's search for a place to call home and someone to love, and who will love him back, unconditionally. He is also looking for the classic answers we all look for when we're young. Who am I, why am I here, will I be like my parents, when I grow up? Only in his case, with the adoption, the neglegtion, the abandon you feel them being twice as corroding on his soul.
But by growing older, smarter, and more sober he manages to find those answers and through them, ultimately unveils his true self. Sir Lancelot!
While reading you just can't stop thinking, this boy had so much love to give, despite having received so few. Where does he take it from? The book ultimately also raises the question why some people adopt at all.
The story itself is captivating and heartwarming. Its deeply and hopefully romantic.
The metaphors in the book are funny, witty, creative. The anecdotes are truthful, unpretentious, honest.
The writing shows real talent! I am certain that we can expect great things from Craig Machen in the future.
All in all, this has become one of my all time favorite books. I can totally and utterly recommend it!
And if you ... Ladies and Gentleman ... do not fall a tiny little bit for Craig after this, I do not know ...
I read this book twice and fell in love with that lovable, romantic soul.
This Biographic Book is about Craig's search for a place to call home and someone to love, and who will love him back, unconditionally. He is also looking for the classic answers we all look for when we're young. Who am I, why am I here, will I be like my parents, when I grow up? Only in his case, with the adoption, the neglegtion, the abandon you feel them being twice as corroding on his soul.
But by growing older, smarter, and more sober he manages to find those answers and through them, ultimately unveils his true self. Sir Lancelot!
While reading you just can't stop thinking, this boy had so much love to give, despite having received so few. Where does he take it from? The book ultimately also raises the question why some people adopt at all.
The story itself is captivating and heartwarming. Its deeply and hopefully romantic.
The metaphors in the book are funny, witty, creative. The anecdotes are truthful, unpretentious, honest.
The writing shows real talent! I am certain that we can expect great things from Craig Machen in the future.
All in all, this has become one of my all time favorite books. I can totally and utterly recommend it!
And if you ... Ladies and Gentleman ... do not fall a tiny little bit for Craig after this, I do not know ...
The House of Wisdom: How Arabic Science Saved Ancient Knowledge and Gave Us the Renaissance
A well written, insightfull and smart read.
Jim Al-Khalili is obviusly proud of his roots. And i like that.
Without being to missionary about it, he makes a good point in the fact that the Mideastern knowledge that started in Mesopotamian times and evolved all the way through our dark ages until the renaissance, was very influential on the occidents development of not only medicine, or architecture but also poetry, astronomie and art.
The questions of how and why the Islamic knowledge is suddenly regarded as threat from some circles, even within its own culture, is worth being elaborated in an book on itself.
I can highly recommend this book to everyone who wants to open his horizon a bit, in regard of where our cultural background was forged and how humanity evolved: By sharing its science and exchanging thoughts. Arabic was then what Latin became later to the literate elite. Scientists were Christians, Jews and Persians.
And as John Noble Wilford said in his (as usual) brilliant review "The Muslim Art of Science" in the NYT: Jim Al-Khalili also reminds readers that in early Islam there was no bitter conflict between religion and science and that the Koran encouraged the close study of all God’s works.
John Noble Wilford's (much better than mine) review can be followed here:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/22/books/review/book-review-the-house-of-wisdom-by-jim-al-khalili.html?nl=books&emc=booksupdateema3
Jim Al-Khalili is obviusly proud of his roots. And i like that.
Without being to missionary about it, he makes a good point in the fact that the Mideastern knowledge that started in Mesopotamian times and evolved all the way through our dark ages until the renaissance, was very influential on the occidents development of not only medicine, or architecture but also poetry, astronomie and art.
The questions of how and why the Islamic knowledge is suddenly regarded as threat from some circles, even within its own culture, is worth being elaborated in an book on itself.
I can highly recommend this book to everyone who wants to open his horizon a bit, in regard of where our cultural background was forged and how humanity evolved: By sharing its science and exchanging thoughts. Arabic was then what Latin became later to the literate elite. Scientists were Christians, Jews and Persians.
And as John Noble Wilford said in his (as usual) brilliant review "The Muslim Art of Science" in the NYT: Jim Al-Khalili also reminds readers that in early Islam there was no bitter conflict between religion and science and that the Koran encouraged the close study of all God’s works.
John Noble Wilford's (much better than mine) review can be followed here:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/22/books/review/book-review-the-house-of-wisdom-by-jim-al-khalili.html?nl=books&emc=booksupdateema3
Floods, Droughts Are 'New Normal' Of Extreme U.S. Weather Fueled By Climate Change, Scientists Say
In Switzerlan
Belgian Malinois: The Dog That Took Down Osama Bin Laden?
What happens to those dogs afterwards
Humans have a choice, what do those dogs have?
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
The Tragedy of Arthur by William Shakespeare: The First Modern Edition of His Lost Play, with an Introduction and Notes by Arthur Phillips
The Tragedy of Arthur is an emotional and elaborately constructed tour de force from bestselling and critically acclaimed novelist Arthur Phillips, “one of the best writers in America” (The Washington Post)
I very much liked the fictional biography, or is it fictography?
I love that mind-boggling idea of not just inventing a (remarkably well done) lost Shakespearian play, but the hole family history to go along with it. Or, is it all true?
And so, fooling the readership into not knowing what to believe anymore! Great, base for a long night with friends discussing it in your book club... Or any English teacher seeking inspirational books for theire classes.
So much fun to read, talk and think about... Go ahead an buy it, worth every penny...
I very much liked the fictional biography, or is it fictography?
I love that mind-boggling idea of not just inventing a (remarkably well done) lost Shakespearian play, but the hole family history to go along with it. Or, is it all true?
And so, fooling the readership into not knowing what to believe anymore! Great, base for a long night with friends discussing it in your book club... Or any English teacher seeking inspirational books for theire classes.
So much fun to read, talk and think about... Go ahead an buy it, worth every penny...
Danny
Sometimes I am thankful for things I hated at first… like for having had the chance to meet 2 men in my live I adored…
The first one (also in the biblical sense) stepped in my life at the american embassy in Berne, next to where we used to go swimming in summer as teens (called the KWD)… He was stationed there. I was helping my best friend and her mom give swimming lessons 3 evenings a week. And there was this very mysterious and handsome blond, young man, lying on his belly... reading. (!) While his friends were flirting, joking with the "Barbie's" and swimming.. he was reading... At least thats what he wanted me to think (he admitted to me much later). It took him 3 weeks to address me with a short: good evening miss! How polite! I was little over 16 and very frustrated... "good evening miss" was definitively not what I wanted to hear from him. But its all I got for the next 2 weeks. It was Joe, his older friend, a funny redhead covered in freckles, who actually asked me out in his name. Thanks Freckles. All I could think was: 5 weeks for a coffee, he better be worth it! And he was!
I used to call him Danny because he resembled an actor from his favorite TV show: tour of duty.
I showed him my Switzerland, the lakes, the mountains, the rivers on his days off… we spend days just walking and talking... My first overnight hiking, trough the Wallis and Engadin were with him… and when he talked about his home in Watertown NY, that island state park (dont remember the name) he went camping with his dad, I was there with him. I loved to watch him, and those sparkles in his eyes, while he talked about his family, his friends in High School, his pranks... The little dimples that formed on his cheeks when he smiled...
I used to read in german to him, so he would learn how certain things where pronounced… He then would read his two favorite books to me in english. Zen & the art of motorycle maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig, and on the road by Jack Kerouac. Still my favorite books… He wanted to show me so much, about himself… To cheesy? Well... stop reading then.. And BTW.. I am swiss, thats what we are...
Later I even discovered that he had asked my dad to be allowed to ask me to marry him… My dad didn't like american’s, he was a little boy in WW2 in Italy and saw things he never shared with us, but witch must have been “unpleasant”. But he was impressed by this guys guts and determination, and agreed.
Danny died before that. On a sunny, warm Sunday in may, the 15. it was the warmest day measured until then... Funny the things we remember... We were on Holiday with two of his friends. It was a diving accident. He drowned. Or maybe he had stopped breathing before the air went out. I don't know. And I don't want to know... The cave collapsed and all I remember is that pink cloud out of his mask and his thumb sign to me and Freckles. UP! Freckles turned me around and we started the emergency resurfacing procedure. He held my arms so hard I bruised. No one ever looked at me that way before and ever again. He held my buoyancy compensator with such a firm grip, that I gave in. I just gave in...
I’l never forget Danny's eyes… they could change from that ice clear pale blue of a frozen lake in the mountains, to the deepest skyblue of a warm and cloudless winter day… On February 23. 2011 he would have been 46 years old… (witch is why I wrote this...) when I think hard, I can still remember how his kisses felt…
Danny died before that. On a sunny, warm Sunday in may, the 15. it was the warmest day measured until then... Funny the things we remember... We were on Holiday with two of his friends. It was a diving accident. He drowned. Or maybe he had stopped breathing before the air went out. I don't know. And I don't want to know... The cave collapsed and all I remember is that pink cloud out of his mask and his thumb sign to me and Freckles. UP! Freckles turned me around and we started the emergency resurfacing procedure. He held my arms so hard I bruised. No one ever looked at me that way before and ever again. He held my buoyancy compensator with such a firm grip, that I gave in. I just gave in...
I’l never forget Danny's eyes… they could change from that ice clear pale blue of a frozen lake in the mountains, to the deepest skyblue of a warm and cloudless winter day… On February 23. 2011 he would have been 46 years old… (witch is why I wrote this...) when I think hard, I can still remember how his kisses felt…
Today I am thankful for the love I was allowed to share, and for the strength I found, where I didn't expect it. And for my friends who kept me going after that…
And I am thankful for that one night, 19 years ago, I took a cab, after a hard night-shift at work… I never took a cab from this company before… That night I looked into the most peaceful and loving grey eyes I had ever seen, and I knew I was finally home… We got married on February 25. 1994.
And you know what? He still kooks at me with the same amazement and love in his eyes…
Yes I am happy…very, very happy...
Veterans With Insomnia Face Uphill Battle
Sorry, but some posted replies on this article in the Huffington Post really upset me!
The question should not be: where they right to enroll in the first place, or was the fighting worth it. There where young people who, for whatever reason, stood up some day and went out to do, what they believed was the only appropriat
These youngsters might have been naive to believe they would change the world for the better, by fighting for the american way of life, their flag or whatever, but who are the theoretici
Personally I prefer someone who tried and failed, or made a mistake, than ten who talk and never do anything for real!
So, the question should be: What can we do to support them now? We cry for Japanese people who we will never meet. But when our neighbor wakes up screaming we call the cops!
By shutting down the government they, and some FD and EMS will not get payed. OK, some were excluded to this madness, but the veterans, the ones on widow's pensions or disability annuity's, needing to pay for their mortgage on time... Do you think that will help them feel better? Is that what they deserve, as some posted as commentary's? Do those bloggers really regard themselves as more socially evolved humans than the involved, by posting such rudeness? Who do they think fought for their right to speak up and spread their verbal diarrhea, and every other thinkable nonsense in the Internet under the protections of the 1. amendment?
BTW, I am just a firefighte
There is a great book about this, in german:
"Wenn der Krieg nicht endet: Schicksale von traumatiesierten Soldaten und Ihren Angehörigen,
by Leah Wizelman http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8594115-wenn-der-krieg-nicht-endet
The English version should come out this autumn, but can be pre-orderd via Amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/When-War-Never-Ends-Military/dp/1442212071/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1302816407&sr=8-1
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
Dead Men, a book by Derek Haines
I have had the pleasure to read two amazing books these past few days. One I already reviewed on my last blog.
This one is from my favorite writer Douglas Haines. On this book Derek Haines goes more Dostojewski, than Douglas Adams, more boulevard of broken dreams, than the creation Of Sun and Moon by Michelangelo.
Dead men is a dark, angry, journey in to the dept of the souls of 3 friends in Australia, the three Musketeers, who go trough the hell of divorce. They haven't learned to deal with failure, mistakes, loss and guilt. Like wounded wild animals, driven in the corner, they fight back in the only language they know. The characters are not very likable in the beginning. But Derek Haines manages to give them depth and credibility, a real three dimensional shape and the more you read about them, the more you almost develop something like a sympathy, or compunction for them...
You might not like their decisions, but you get to understand them. Because they genuinely believe that they have no other choice. The retributive justice "an eye for an eye" is anchored so deep in our society, and those mens hearts, that it is not questioned at all... Read it for yourselves, I am not giving any more away...
I like the shade of hope, for at least one of the protagonists, that Derek gives us in the end..
Its not a easy read, specially not one for kids, or youths. Its raw, brutally honest and genuine. But if you like to be taken on a roller coaster ride to hell and back, this is certainly a book for you!
Now I will just watch some TV, and rest my mind a while...
AMERICAN WOP Beaver Buffalo Buttons Brass Boxing and Beer: That's why you're here! by Jack Tar (Goodreads Author), Edgar Frankel (Editor)
I loved this book.
Before you read it, go to the homepage http://www.americanwop.com and get "in the mood".
The description of the story on Goodreads, (http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10601538-american-wop-beaver-buffalo-buttons-brass-boxing-and-beer) is already perfect, so I will not add to that. (Would not be competent enough to do so anyway... I know my limits...)
I can honestly say that, to me, it was the sucker-punch of the year, so far...
And thats what I am looking for in a book. Emotions, memories and thoughts written by a genuine person, willing to tear himself apart to be able to share it with me... trough a book.
To me it read like a diary. Kind of detached bits of a puzzle, that in the end give you the full picture of who and what Jack Tar is. And why he became the guy with a heart of a lion, soul of a poet and fists of a true fighter.
At times it was hard to keep reading, and yes in the last third of the book I cried. My own closeness to some of it, was painful. But it was SO worth going on.
So for those of you who like Christopher Hibbert, Jack Kerouac or/and Stephen Crane go for it! For those who don't... don't!
I AM, ein Dokumentarfilm von Tom Shadyac
Gerade habe ich eine Empfehlung per Twitter für diesen Dokumentarfilm bekommen. Leider wird er momentan nur in Amerikas Westküste gezeigt.
Es geht darin um den amerikanischen Regisseur Tom Shadyac der, verzeiht bitte den Ausdruck, buchstäblich auf den Kopf gefallen ist. Durch die Konfrontation mit seiner eigenen Sterblichkeit ist er sich bewusst geworden, dass er etwas in seiem Leben ändern muss. Er begibt sich daher auf eine Entdeckungsreise mit seiner Kamera, bei der zuallerst die Frage im Vordergrund steht: Was ist in dieser Welt alles verkehrt? Was läuft falsch? Und endet mit der Erkenntnis was in dieser Welt eigentlich alles in Ordnung ist! Er spricht mit vielen der bedeutendsten Denker unserer Zeit und bildet sich dann seine eigene Meinung. Die Vorschau verspricht einen wirklich tollen Film. Andere und klügere Menschen werden diesen Film sicher noch genügend loben und auch laut genug rügen, und der eine oder andere Kirchenvertreter wird auch noch seinen Senf dazugeben...
...nun zu meinem Senf...
Ich bin schon länger der Meinung, dass die Konzentration auf das Negative, wie wir es aus der Sonntagsschule kennen, destruktiv ist. Je mehr Platz und Energie wir mit dem Bekämpfen des Bösen in uns verbrauchen, desto weniger Raum geben wir, um uns dem Positiven zu widmen. Wir füllen unsere Gedanken mit allem Müll, der uns eingetrichtert wird. Du bist nicht hübsch genug, Du verdienst nicht genug, Du bist zu dick, Du bist aus der Erbsünde entstanden, Nutella Du bist Schuld, dass meine Kinder dick wurden, weil Du mir in der Werbung suggeriert hast, du seist gesund... hören wir Solches nur oft genug, glauben wir es auch, oder?!
Oder anders gesagt: Je länger wir uns in einem schwarzen, kalten Raum aufhalten, desto geblendeter werden wir sein, wenn wir endlich nach draussen ins Sonnenlicht kommen. Wir müssen blinzeln und drehen uns ab, so überwältigend ist es. Die Meisten gehen dann ins Haus zurück und verschliessen die Fensterläden wieder. Die Gedankenkrafstpirale dreht sich abwärts.
Wenn wir jedoch lernen uns auf unsere Einzigartigkeit, Schönheit, und innere Kraft zu konzentrieren und diese noch zu steigern, dreht sich die Gedankenkrafstpirale aufwärts, denn je weiter Du das Fenster öffnest, desto mehr Licht kann eindringen und Dich durchdringen. Und dann ist irgendwann kein Platz mehr fürs Dunkle...
Wir müssen nur endlich lernen, die Verantwortung für unser Leben, zu übernehmen! Niemand kann uns glücklich machen, ausser wir selbst. Wir werden erst liebenswert, wenn wir uns selber liebenswert finden. Oder um es in SBB Kursworte zu fassen: Ich bin OK, Du bist OK... (ich glaube jetzt nicht, dass ich diesen blöden Kurs tatsächlich zitiere...Moment... vielleicht war er doch nicht ganz so blöd...)
Es geht darin um den amerikanischen Regisseur Tom Shadyac der, verzeiht bitte den Ausdruck, buchstäblich auf den Kopf gefallen ist. Durch die Konfrontation mit seiner eigenen Sterblichkeit ist er sich bewusst geworden, dass er etwas in seiem Leben ändern muss. Er begibt sich daher auf eine Entdeckungsreise mit seiner Kamera, bei der zuallerst die Frage im Vordergrund steht: Was ist in dieser Welt alles verkehrt? Was läuft falsch? Und endet mit der Erkenntnis was in dieser Welt eigentlich alles in Ordnung ist! Er spricht mit vielen der bedeutendsten Denker unserer Zeit und bildet sich dann seine eigene Meinung. Die Vorschau verspricht einen wirklich tollen Film. Andere und klügere Menschen werden diesen Film sicher noch genügend loben und auch laut genug rügen, und der eine oder andere Kirchenvertreter wird auch noch seinen Senf dazugeben...
...nun zu meinem Senf...
Ich bin schon länger der Meinung, dass die Konzentration auf das Negative, wie wir es aus der Sonntagsschule kennen, destruktiv ist. Je mehr Platz und Energie wir mit dem Bekämpfen des Bösen in uns verbrauchen, desto weniger Raum geben wir, um uns dem Positiven zu widmen. Wir füllen unsere Gedanken mit allem Müll, der uns eingetrichtert wird. Du bist nicht hübsch genug, Du verdienst nicht genug, Du bist zu dick, Du bist aus der Erbsünde entstanden, Nutella Du bist Schuld, dass meine Kinder dick wurden, weil Du mir in der Werbung suggeriert hast, du seist gesund... hören wir Solches nur oft genug, glauben wir es auch, oder?!
Oder anders gesagt: Je länger wir uns in einem schwarzen, kalten Raum aufhalten, desto geblendeter werden wir sein, wenn wir endlich nach draussen ins Sonnenlicht kommen. Wir müssen blinzeln und drehen uns ab, so überwältigend ist es. Die Meisten gehen dann ins Haus zurück und verschliessen die Fensterläden wieder. Die Gedankenkrafstpirale dreht sich abwärts.
Wenn wir jedoch lernen uns auf unsere Einzigartigkeit, Schönheit, und innere Kraft zu konzentrieren und diese noch zu steigern, dreht sich die Gedankenkrafstpirale aufwärts, denn je weiter Du das Fenster öffnest, desto mehr Licht kann eindringen und Dich durchdringen. Und dann ist irgendwann kein Platz mehr fürs Dunkle...
Wir müssen nur endlich lernen, die Verantwortung für unser Leben, zu übernehmen! Niemand kann uns glücklich machen, ausser wir selbst. Wir werden erst liebenswert, wenn wir uns selber liebenswert finden. Oder um es in SBB Kursworte zu fassen: Ich bin OK, Du bist OK... (ich glaube jetzt nicht, dass ich diesen blöden Kurs tatsächlich zitiere...Moment... vielleicht war er doch nicht ganz so blöd...)
Macht das für Irgendjemanden einen Sinn? Ausser für meine Seelenverwandten natürlich, die eh schon wissen das ich spinne... Die Anderen dürfen mir gerne schreiben...
Na ja, jedenfalls finde ich es schön, dass auch Hollywood gemerkt hat, wie toll das Leben dann sein kann, auch wenn man nicht reich und schön ist. Noch schöner wäre es, wenn dem Film auch Taten folgen und wir uns ein Beispiel daran nehmen würden.
Dans l'oeil des enfoirés, le 31 janvier 2011
Avant de parler du concert, je dois vous expliquer ce que les enfoirés signifie pour moi...
Il y a 25ans, je suis tomber amoureuse d' un jeune maigrichon aux yeux mélancholique nommé Jean-Jacques Goldman. Et quand lui et mon autre co(que)luche ce sont rallier pour les réstos, je savais des le premier ton de la chansons des réstos, que ce serait un amour pour la vie! Et c'est rester ainsi...
Beaucoup de choses sont arrivée en 25ans, mais de savoir que chaque année, ils serait aux rendez vous, m'a donné plus d'une fois la force de continuer à me battre, je savais que d'autre était encore plus mal fichu que moi, mais que les enfoirés serait aux rendez-vous pour redonner espoir à ceux qui en ont besoin.
C'est beaux qu'ils soit toujours la, mais aussi triste qu'on ai encore besoin d'eux, ça ferait pas plaisir à Coluche ça...
Pour la musique je trouve qu'on à eu droit à plusieurs des plus beaux moments de la chanson francophone comme, quand on à que l'amour en 1996, mistral gagnant en 1998, la corrida, aller plus haut et que je t'aime en 2001, les murs de poussières et l'envie d'aimer en 2003, vivo per lei en 2004, sur un prélude de Bach en 2005, l'homme au bouquet de fleurs en 2009 et naturellement toutes les reprise de Balavoine...
Tout cela grâce à JJG et ces adaptations, sa façon de mixer les voix, les harmonies parfaitement adapté aux personnes, des fois même les chanteuses/chanteurs, ignorait qu'elles/qu'ils en était capable (voir Laam)
Tout cela couronné par la joie des artiste sur scène, de voir ces fou-rires, ces larmes de bonheur, le public enchanté c'est ce qui fait le succès, bien mérité, des enfoirés...
Alors pour cette année à Montpellier le 31 janvier, un concert, avec les amours de ma jeunesse et ceux de mon age a venir, c'était trop beau! Réjouissez vous pour la sortie du DVD et du CD... de très, très bon moments vous attendent...
Pour la première fois ils ont remplis les pauses due aux changement des décors avec des improvisations de leur propre chansons. (Et des changement il y en avait....)
Revoir Bruel ce casser la voix, Grégoire nous donner toi + moi, Femme, Femme, Femme avec un Serge Lama en pleine forme, aimer jusqu'à l'impossible de la belle Tina Arena, les cabinets sont bouchés et I believe I can fly un Kad comme toujours plus que sympa, la vie ne m'apprend rien de tata Foly que dire d'elle, sauf adorable, San Francisco et les copains d'abord de Maxime, comme toujours souriant, ça, c'est vraiment toi de Jean-Louis Aubert, mourir demain avec un super duo de Natasha St-Pier & Pascal Obispo, l'amitié de Mimie Mathy & Liane Foly, et le plus émouvant pour moi: JJG et Michael Jones ensemble, la guitare à la main interprétant je te donne... sublime! simplement sublime... et j'en oublie probablement... Malheureusement pour ceux non présent aux concerts cela ne ce verra pas sur la DVD... Eh oui, la prochaine fois déplacé vous...
C'est aussi la première fois que les Enfoirés on fait une adaptation d'une chanson française comme premier single de la saison. C'est Mickaël Furnon, auteur-compositeur de la chanson originale qui a composé l'adaptation de "on demande pas la lune".
J'ai tellement aimé, mais quand même: cinq heures et demi (5.5) de concert à notre age, je ne sentais plus mes fesses les mecs! Et quoi pour 2012, camping au clair de lune, pendent 24 heures?
En tout cas Garou devra ce refaire pour nous avoir délaissé cette année...
Il y a 25ans, je suis tomber amoureuse d' un jeune maigrichon aux yeux mélancholique nommé Jean-Jacques Goldman. Et quand lui et mon autre co(que)luche ce sont rallier pour les réstos, je savais des le premier ton de la chansons des réstos, que ce serait un amour pour la vie! Et c'est rester ainsi...
Beaucoup de choses sont arrivée en 25ans, mais de savoir que chaque année, ils serait aux rendez vous, m'a donné plus d'une fois la force de continuer à me battre, je savais que d'autre était encore plus mal fichu que moi, mais que les enfoirés serait aux rendez-vous pour redonner espoir à ceux qui en ont besoin.
C'est beaux qu'ils soit toujours la, mais aussi triste qu'on ai encore besoin d'eux, ça ferait pas plaisir à Coluche ça...
Pour la musique je trouve qu'on à eu droit à plusieurs des plus beaux moments de la chanson francophone comme, quand on à que l'amour en 1996, mistral gagnant en 1998, la corrida, aller plus haut et que je t'aime en 2001, les murs de poussières et l'envie d'aimer en 2003, vivo per lei en 2004, sur un prélude de Bach en 2005, l'homme au bouquet de fleurs en 2009 et naturellement toutes les reprise de Balavoine...
Tout cela grâce à JJG et ces adaptations, sa façon de mixer les voix, les harmonies parfaitement adapté aux personnes, des fois même les chanteuses/chanteurs, ignorait qu'elles/qu'ils en était capable (voir Laam)
Tout cela couronné par la joie des artiste sur scène, de voir ces fou-rires, ces larmes de bonheur, le public enchanté c'est ce qui fait le succès, bien mérité, des enfoirés...
Alors pour cette année à Montpellier le 31 janvier, un concert, avec les amours de ma jeunesse et ceux de mon age a venir, c'était trop beau! Réjouissez vous pour la sortie du DVD et du CD... de très, très bon moments vous attendent...
Pour la première fois ils ont remplis les pauses due aux changement des décors avec des improvisations de leur propre chansons. (Et des changement il y en avait....)
Revoir Bruel ce casser la voix, Grégoire nous donner toi + moi, Femme, Femme, Femme avec un Serge Lama en pleine forme, aimer jusqu'à l'impossible de la belle Tina Arena, les cabinets sont bouchés et I believe I can fly un Kad comme toujours plus que sympa, la vie ne m'apprend rien de tata Foly que dire d'elle, sauf adorable, San Francisco et les copains d'abord de Maxime, comme toujours souriant, ça, c'est vraiment toi de Jean-Louis Aubert, mourir demain avec un super duo de Natasha St-Pier & Pascal Obispo, l'amitié de Mimie Mathy & Liane Foly, et le plus émouvant pour moi: JJG et Michael Jones ensemble, la guitare à la main interprétant je te donne... sublime! simplement sublime... et j'en oublie probablement... Malheureusement pour ceux non présent aux concerts cela ne ce verra pas sur la DVD... Eh oui, la prochaine fois déplacé vous...
C'est aussi la première fois que les Enfoirés on fait une adaptation d'une chanson française comme premier single de la saison. C'est Mickaël Furnon, auteur-compositeur de la chanson originale qui a composé l'adaptation de "on demande pas la lune".
J'ai tellement aimé, mais quand même: cinq heures et demi (5.5) de concert à notre age, je ne sentais plus mes fesses les mecs! Et quoi pour 2012, camping au clair de lune, pendent 24 heures?
En tout cas Garou devra ce refaire pour nous avoir délaissé cette année...
February The Fifth by Derek Haines
Just finished reading this book and what a great enjoyable and funny read that was...
Do you like quirky?
Did you like A Hitchhikers guide trough the galaxy?
Monty Pythons flying circus?
JRR Tolkiens Phantasies
The Beatles movies Help and yellow submarine?
Do you think Peter Max is not colorful enough?
Do you like the Aussies sense of humor?
If you answered more than one question with Yes, than Derek Haines is your man.
I really think this is the best of his books I have read so far. Whould rate it 42 if I could...
I am not going to comment to much on the story, others are way better at it than me... And you can buy it at Amazon anyway so... Just giving you my personal overall opinion...
Derek Haines juggles with words, like others with balls. The mix of pythonesque and dry accuracy while describing the different characters is hilariously funny. And never boring, because short and precise, yet full of life.
Gloth (the planet the major character lives on) and its history sounds so very familiar to any swiss person, that I came to think we might have inspired someone a wee bit, with all those laws and regulations, the politicians and dose boring pencil pushers etc....
The humoristic and imaginative narrative level is perfect for someone who likes well written, stories about humans in all their incarnations and states... because did we not all suffer from Acne once or twice...
And to those who think its just another Sci-Fi Novel I say: And the fab four where just another band...
February the fifth is like a song from Paul McCartney or a gag from Monty Python, it starts in one direction and leaves you in a totally different place, then you excepted. Love it!
I thank you deeply for bringing yourself and your work to my attention! This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Do you like quirky?
Did you like A Hitchhikers guide trough the galaxy?
Monty Pythons flying circus?
JRR Tolkiens Phantasies
The Beatles movies Help and yellow submarine?
Do you think Peter Max is not colorful enough?
Do you like the Aussies sense of humor?
If you answered more than one question with Yes, than Derek Haines is your man.
I really think this is the best of his books I have read so far. Whould rate it 42 if I could...
I am not going to comment to much on the story, others are way better at it than me... And you can buy it at Amazon anyway so... Just giving you my personal overall opinion...
Derek Haines juggles with words, like others with balls. The mix of pythonesque and dry accuracy while describing the different characters is hilariously funny. And never boring, because short and precise, yet full of life.
Gloth (the planet the major character lives on) and its history sounds so very familiar to any swiss person, that I came to think we might have inspired someone a wee bit, with all those laws and regulations, the politicians and dose boring pencil pushers etc....
The humoristic and imaginative narrative level is perfect for someone who likes well written, stories about humans in all their incarnations and states... because did we not all suffer from Acne once or twice...
And to those who think its just another Sci-Fi Novel I say: And the fab four where just another band...
February the fifth is like a song from Paul McCartney or a gag from Monty Python, it starts in one direction and leaves you in a totally different place, then you excepted. Love it!
I thank you deeply for bringing yourself and your work to my attention! This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein
Enzo the dog, named after Enzo Ferrari says goodbye to life in a very special way...
The Art of Racing is a book you've got to read, if you love good old fashioned heartwarming story's, captivating writing, and of course dogs and other four legged friends in general. It has a wonderful storyline and characters you become immediately attached to, because of the passion for details Garth Stein put in developing Enzo and his entourage...
I read it one day after having to put my good and loyal old friend Cliff to sleep after 15 years of common life. He had sufferd a stroke and after two days, and when i told him it was time to leave and ok to let go, he did.
Enzos Loyalty, his devotion, patience and profound believe in his "master" is something you can only understand if you shared some time with a four legged friend and if your lucky enough to have had that kind of intimate friendship, you can learn as much from them, as Enzo did from Denny.
To me the book raises some more philosophical questions: While Enzo wants to come back as a man, wouldn't we be better of, if certain man came back as dogs? Enzo final aims are to make himself more/better than he was, when being born. Is that not what drives the best of us to...
About the racing car parable IMHO: Brilliant thought. Thats what survival of the fittest means right?! (Not the fastest in the first round, but the observing, vigilant, best prepared and sometimes most patient is finally gonna win the long races like le mans or Indy 500)
My favorite part: "Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me, and listen to other people rather than steal their stories"
The Art of Racing is a book you've got to read, if you love good old fashioned heartwarming story's, captivating writing, and of course dogs and other four legged friends in general. It has a wonderful storyline and characters you become immediately attached to, because of the passion for details Garth Stein put in developing Enzo and his entourage...
I read it one day after having to put my good and loyal old friend Cliff to sleep after 15 years of common life. He had sufferd a stroke and after two days, and when i told him it was time to leave and ok to let go, he did.
Enzos Loyalty, his devotion, patience and profound believe in his "master" is something you can only understand if you shared some time with a four legged friend and if your lucky enough to have had that kind of intimate friendship, you can learn as much from them, as Enzo did from Denny.
To me the book raises some more philosophical questions: While Enzo wants to come back as a man, wouldn't we be better of, if certain man came back as dogs? Enzo final aims are to make himself more/better than he was, when being born. Is that not what drives the best of us to...
About the racing car parable IMHO: Brilliant thought. Thats what survival of the fittest means right?! (Not the fastest in the first round, but the observing, vigilant, best prepared and sometimes most patient is finally gonna win the long races like le mans or Indy 500)
My favorite part: "Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me, and listen to other people rather than steal their stories"
Save Human Target!
ATTENTION ALL HUMAN TARGET FANS WHO WANT TO SEE A SEASON 3:
Please write to Kevin Reilly President of Entertainment at Fox Broadcasting,
10201 West Pico Boulevard
Building 100, 3220
Los Angeles, CA USA
90035
This is the real address. Send POLITE postcards, send letters, give a polite phone call, we can save HUMAN TARGET and after the last episodes the comments on Facebook and other Fanpages show a definite love for this show.
FIGHT FOR HUMAN TARGET! CHANCE WOULDN'T GIVE UP! NEITHER WILL HIS FANS!
when my mind goes AWOL
Recently read Eureka´s Colin Fergusons Tweet about almost running his new test Prius out of gas, and my mind
just went AWOL again.... Picture the next Prius Add Campaigns:
Question from the narrator: How environmentally safe can the new Toyota Prius get?
Answer: Depends on how far Colin Ferguson can push it trough the Hollywood Hills!
Next Add: Question from the narrator: Need a new and effective work out?
Answer: push your Prius trough LA! Need an even more effective one, with some guaranteed chills?
Push it trough Compton!... Latest Hollywood workout... Ashram Yoga? No, pushing your Prius!
I could go on for days....
just went AWOL again.... Picture the next Prius Add Campaigns:
Question from the narrator: How environmentally safe can the new Toyota Prius get?
Answer: Depends on how far Colin Ferguson can push it trough the Hollywood Hills!
Next Add: Question from the narrator: Need a new and effective work out?
Answer: push your Prius trough LA! Need an even more effective one, with some guaranteed chills?
Push it trough Compton!... Latest Hollywood workout... Ashram Yoga? No, pushing your Prius!
I could go on for days....
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