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Red Wool & A Warm Welcome janúar 11, 2009

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It happens to everybody. Even the great Odysseus (some of you maybe remember his famous quest through the labyrinth (unnecessary to mention his fight with the evil and notorious Cyclop here)): Sometimes it is hard to maintain grip on live, to stay warm and nice with yourself having chats in front of the chimney with a nice Earl Grey and the friendly glowing warmth of coal.

No. Even Odysseus did not always welcome himself warmly to accomodate between his eyes. Sometimes (and very likely even often) he was probably also keen on giving himself a good discussion between his lobes (not to speak of the difficult situation concerning his language centres, which would then be obliged to mediate between speaking and understanding respectively).

Thinking of this, it might be good to know , that the labyrinth issue was finally solved by red wool. Something which has really nothing in common with any person but is (and surely was) produced by machines. Red Wool! Red Wool gives orientation in the windy paths of the labyrinth. You can imagine how happy O. was.

Auglýsingar

Good To Be Outside In janúar 5, 2009

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He opened the door and slipped in. Slowly. Yes – it was a damp evening in december and temperature just dropped vastly. It was cold. Very cold. He opened the door and slipped in. Slowly. Carefully. Yes – the sun was already gone, as was dawn. It was dark. Very dark. He opened the door and slipped in. Slowly. Carefully.Anxious. Yes – the air smelt of animal, the disgusting stench of fur and carnivoral transpiration. It was dangerous. Very dangerous. He opened the door and slipped in. Slowly. Carefully. Anxious but ambitous. The room was dark. It was cold. In the back of the room a cat was mournfully meouwing.  He could notice he was trapped – one moment before his rationality dissolved.

It’s All in The Numbers! desember 3, 2008

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Have you ever wondered why people study mathematics? Undisputedly because it is so easy. Everything is basically connected to numbers. And – to be honest there are not many of them:

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and if you want to be complicated 0.

Just imagine the alphabet in contrary: 24 letters plus additional special letters depending on the language the letters correspond to.

But back to mathematics: Of course there are combinations of numbers but once you got the system (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,0 you remember) it’s easy. Too easy maybe, that is why the operators come in: Addition, substraction, division and multiplication plus ridiculous things like curves, parables and maybe the geometrical figures (but even here, the magic pi-figure is just a mere combination of the basic numbers, though it never ends which makes it hard to memorize (3,14 and so on and so on).

Combined with logical rules of deduction (yes, yet another level of complexity) and probability (yes yes yes) the system evolves: BUT: It is and always will be based on numbers and their combinations. A Shakespeare sonett should be harder to memorize (more characters) than an simple calculation – take for example the function of bacteria growth in a lake which also uses the „magical“ Eulersche Zahl (which itself is of course a combination of numbers and therefore easy to use). Let’s get it on – math mates!

Nice & Violent Confusion: Doubtlessly nóvember 29, 2008

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Nice to have some champagne. Funny when the bubbles do their lively bubbling in your mouth and stomach, wandering to your brain. Nice. Ce dur, en fait. I want to cry. I want to laugh, I want to destroy something and eat strawberry joghurt afterwards, I want to chill out, I want to break any limit possible, I want to bake a cake with my tears and feed it to some laughing owls in the middle of a black night in Transylvania. I want to grow vampire teeth to suck myself empty and fill my undead life with blood at the same time. I want to dance, I want to hurt, I want a bloody wrist and a rope to salute a circus wandering by – with beautiful bears and lions.

Explode for Geysir, but in Bible style október 13, 2008

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It is tough. Undoubtedly one of the most fascinating things to happen – the first time actually a piece of nature is going to earn money for its own well-being. On Sunday several sulfates and dioxides decided to act against the trend and participate on the exchange market. Yes. The formula is stunningly easy:

456 Geysir explosions x 99 degrees of warmth x 1.000.000 tourist busses x Edda = price for one certificate.

As it is easy to discover, growth for this highly secure investment will be more than merly extraordinary – it will come close to natural power.

However, elves and dwarfs (the latter not as conservative as you might think) decided to let potential investors swear on the Bible (namely „Genesis“ and the New Testament), so nature is not gambled on dulled and obscure poesque narrative-bonds (which got lately known under the abbreviation LitBo). Consequently, buyers have to stick to the letter – especially in concerns of nature and its needs. Especially stakeholders should benefit from this elve&dwarf agreement.

By the way: As the news was published by moose-press and LitBo analysists, Geysir was reported to have doubled its explosions. Nice expectations for the future. Nevertheless.

Good to Meet Up október 5, 2008

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This is just were Piet Rosengrün had a nice Melange back in the Vienna days. And a nice portion of delicious sausages suisse style.

Secret Dream of Deduction ágúst 10, 2008

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Just yesterday I happened to read an interview in some magazine whose name I cannot remember. In fact, the person interviewed, some cognitivistic linguistic claimed that he painted the brain in many colours. Colours for joy, love, happiness, drunkeness etc. etc.

Well, a colourful brain is not very stunning. In deed a small image query on any search engine on the web will find you a coloured brain. Surprisingly enough, the linguistic also told the journalist that deduction as we know it from detective fiction is a way of structural influence of the brain to the real world, meaning that the strict logical form of deduction shapes the world by its terms.

Consequently, Sherlock Holmes is creating criminals and criminal cases by his strict use of his deductive faculty. And Watson? Maybe his role is somehow the deductive trigger or a quite paradox paranoid projection of a facette of Sherlocks identy. Who knows. Undoubted.

Why Unhappiness Is A Bee ágúst 3, 2008

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Just silent. Wind is slowly humming in hot breezes through the little trees which have been planted on the right and left side of the small road in the city of a small French town: Montlucon. Summer is idle. The morning air smells of early summer-sunday coffee. On late saturday night it even rained. Rain that covered the city in the aromatic smell of rain drops on hot asphalt, red street light bulbs, the silent whistling of tires and the magic realism of flashes und thunder. Calm. An idle day, perfect. Bees are humping from flower to flower. Honey. Summerstung.

Inside the little flat summer is hard boiled. White words and black minds in a fatal martial arts battle for righteousness and self-esteem. The windows are open, blossoms awaiting the joy of summer sounds and air. Incommidity, Inconvenient. Inside, glas is dull. Dull and harmfull. Blackness is lacking every lightbeam while words once tied together struggle to unpronounce or regrammaticize. Outside, in the little French gardens, bees are unaffected. Humming and Humping.

Red. Summer has an aggressive side. Heat and violence can hurt. Honey may turn into vinegar. Salt into poison. One stitch. One try. One trial. Humming, Humping, unhappiness in flowers, honey its essence. Bees its carrier.

Riding Noir Boiled júlí 22, 2008

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I always wonder what makes a hard boiled detective in particular hard boiled. Yes. It may be argued that it is the thin line between legal, illegal and criminal action closely tied to violence and a certain attitude towards women. But: Is that hard boiled? Does hard boiled mean to be familiar with all these traits? Or is it a romantic view on the detective as character with a subversive machismo underneath – at the end of the day Philipp Marlowe is a nice guy?

Consequently, hard boiled means good natured. Personally, I feel like a little coffee with a such a detective would be nice. Maybe some Gimlets to pour down the espresso. And, by the way, I like the light glowing through those windows – black and white like hard boiled with colour change.

Nevermind Rain Drops in Colour apríl 26, 2008

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Yes. I considered it.
considered it, to be good, to be full of sparkling
thought of glowing ice during the day
and singing happy tunes at night.

Yes. Whatever it ist.
Anywhere. I dared to think of it as miracle
friendly and exciting but never to hurtful
shanty at clouds pouring concrete

Nevermind rain drops in colour.
Yes. But care for the changes they imply.
Run for inspiration that is not only covered
by mere sonnets and skilful pentameters

Yes. Coffee is steaming, while green is dampling in it
the window is open
singing sweeps away the murmuring rain.
What remains is colour.