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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.

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Why Raining Is Not Laughing desember 21, 2008

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First of all: Obviously raining and laughing respectively not laughing are two things that are not necessarily connected. Sometimes even raining is the cause for tremendous outbursts of laughter, for example if it rains heavily and people just did their traditional rain dance before. What a joy that has to be can hardly be imagined by someone who never did rain dancing before (yes – I have to admit – this includes me).

However, it is also a fact that raining (drops of water crashing down on the ground) and laughing are two different things. In this respect the thesis claiming the above (namely that raining is not equal to laughing) holds – even though in quite superficial semantic way.

In other respects, I hereby mean something in a more contextual sense, raining may be a perfect symbol for not laughing. I mean: Imagine relaxing but feeling somehow unable to laugh (yes, these things happen) it may be a good thing if it rains outside. Consequently: Raining is not laughing. But: This conclusion raises another point for further discussion: Would consequently be sunshine laughing? And: How moody is the whether? What does mood do to the climate and: What does every individuals weather look like? Hm.

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.

On and on nóvember 12, 2008

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Yes, dear friends!

Cold, grey, boring: this is autumn.  But in every dark hour there’s a small but strong light that’s digging its way up to the surface. Just like [braingnash] a good sip of whiskey spreading out in an undercooled, starving body. In the case of this autumn, this paradoxically means the anticipation of winter. To cut a long, disturbing story short:

Tübingen’s own, world famous HipHop band Lingua Loca is on tour from December 26th to January 10th, 2009! They will be kickin it madly in a whole bunch of places and teach you what headbanging means in its best sense. Check it out:

Burn, motherfucker, burn.

Don’t miss out this crazy hell of a party – even Hamlet would go there and forget his existential sorrows for a while by nodding his head just for the sake of living.

So, tell your friends and be there!

Why Shoes talk, oh just so suddenly október 28, 2008

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Just one word ahead for this web-feeling-detection machine to bring some confusion to its surely-finely-adjusted mechanical emotion detection system [coughs] Well [some paper is touched] [coughs], I [pause] feel today like I just talked to my shoe the whole night and day long [pause] well [sigh] you might consider that weird [desperate silence] but if you just had a night of plain shoe complaint you possibly would think different about that [pause] [small cough] weirdness.

Of course, from time to time I [emotion robot: follow] I FEEL (!!!) that a shoe life might be not one of the finest experiences. Getting worn out and yes [subtle silence] [gulp] then you fade away.

Well, yes. The mountains are high and valleys are deep. Shoes have to be tied. Il le faut, as some French people would have put it. However, I prefer to take the plums after my shoe-ish conversation. They are so fresh and so delicious. Even in April. I feel it.

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.

Don’t eat that quark! september 10, 2008

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What would you do if you knew that the four horsemen of the Apocalypse will come down with their sabers and their flamethrowers and their black holes to bring terminal fate to our world? In the next three months? Well, in fact you can do pretty cool things: The first thing that came to my mind was getting some bricks, go into town and have maybe a new TV or fancy clothes. Who would care? You could also pack your stuff (plus enough Red Bull) and start walking to wherever it takes you. Maybe you manage to play with some wisents in the Cech Republic when the black hole comes to eat us. Do drugs. Build a spacecraft. Pray. Just fuck around. Write an e-mail to Barack Obama to stop this whole mess. Watch football. Get a wife or two. Try to learn the language of the universe and change the code of the earth in negating a thing like „end of the world“. Read Heidegger. Take EPO. Burn books. Destroy all internet floppys. Wath the river flowing. Reach Nirvana and hope for the best. Or maybe just get your batteries loaded to take a spectacular video of the end.

Well, watch this and prepare for your revenge tour: Satan has a name: Cern

To put it in the words of the great Jon Bon Jovi: Have a nice day!

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.