Cairdeas ― Freundschaft ― Friendship

'Is maith an scáthán súil charad.'


'Der beste Spiegel ist das Auge eines Freundes.'
Gälisches Sprichwort

'The best mirror is a friend's eye.'
Gaelic proverb

Jiddu KrishnamurtiFear and love ― La peur et l'amour

Les traductions en français, reprises après les citations en anglais, ont été faites par Colette Joyeux dans «De l'amour et de la solitude», publié par les éditions du Livre de Poche.

'[F]ear comes into being when our comprehension of relationship is not complete. Relationship is not only between people, but between ourselves and nature, between ourselves and property, between ourselves and ideas; and as long as that relationship is not fully understood, there must be fear. Life is relationship. To be, is to be related, and without relationship there is no life. Nothing can exist in isolation, and as long as the mind is seeking isolation, there must be fear. So, fear is not an abstraction; it exists only in relation to something.'
New York, extract from the 3rd public talk, 18 June 1950

'It is only when the mind is really quiet, when it is no longer expecting, asking, demanding, seeking, possessing, being jealous, fearful, anxious ― when the mind is really silent, only then is there a possibility of love. When the mind is no longer projecting itself, pursuing its particular sensations, demands, urges, hidden fears, seeking self-fulfilment, held in bondage to belief ― only then is there a possibility of love. But most of us think love can go with jealously, with ambition, with the pursuit of personal desires and ambitions. Surely, when these things exist, love is not.'
Ojai (California), extract from the 14th public talk, 28 August 1949

«[L]a peur naît lorsque la compréhension que nous avons d'une relation est incomplète. La relation est non seulement le lien existant entre les personnes, mais aussi entre nous-mêmes et la nature, entre nous-mêmes et la propriété, entre nous-mêmes et nos idées. Et tant que cette relation n'est pas pleinement comprise, la peur est inévitablement présente. La vie est relation. Être, c'est être relié, et sans relation il n'est point de vie. Rien ne peut exister isolément, et tant que l'esprit recherche l'isolement, la peur ne peut être évitée. La peur n'est donc pas une abstraction ; elle n'existe que par rapport à quelque chose.»
New York, extrait de la 3e causerie publique, le 18 juin 1950.

«C'est seulement lorsque l'esprit est tout à fait calme, immobile, silencieux, lorsqu'il n'attend plus, ne demande plus, n'exige plus rien, lorsqu'il cesse d'être possesif, jaloux, peureux, anxieux, ce n'est qu'alors que l'amour devient possible. Quand l'esprit cesse de se proteger, de courir après la satisfaction des sensations, des demandes, des besoins, des peurs secrètes qui lui sont propres, qu'il n'est plus en quête d'accomplissement personnel, ni esclave d'une croyance ― c'est alors, et alors seulement que l'amour devient possible. Mais la plupart d'entre nous croyons que l'amour peut aller de pair avec la jalousie, l'ambition, la recherche de visées et de plaisirs personnels. Or il va de soi que l'existence de tels penchants exclut l'amour.»
Ojai (Californie), extrait de la 14e causerie publique, le 28 août 1949.

Eventyrligt ― Fair enough

my translation:
Caption: 'After being in Snow White, the mirror found a new career.'
Mirror: 'Heidi Olsen is the fairest of them all…'

Das perfekte Slogan― einfach, lustig und zeitlos

Das Slogan des Bundeslandes Baden-Württemberg lautet "Wir könnnen alles. Außer Hochdeutsch." Besser geht's nimmer. Einfach genial. Wer sagt, das Deutsche kein Humor haben!?!

Werbe- und Sympathiekampagne des Landes Baden-Württemberg

Und mehr dazu auf der Seite der deutschen EU-Präsidentschaft 2007

One more great photo artist: Luc Kohnen

I have added a new link in the list to the left: Luc Kohnen Photowork.

Among the galleries are wonderful photos from Chile, from Oman, and Luxembourg by Night. See for yourself ― the photos are really beautiful.

How a Pole looks at the World

'When asked to describe the Polish national character, [Barbara] Labuda [Poland's ambassador to Luxembourg] returns to the spiritual model. She gives a powerful example that, for her, represents the sentiments of many of her countrymen. Attending a spiritual retreat in Germany with a thousand people of diverse nationalities, she and all the participants were tasked with an oath of silence for four days. "It was amazing ― all these people together in absolute silence. At the end of the four days, the leader of the conference said that in understanding the power of silence, we can understand the power of the spoken word. Then she asked us to say the one word that lay in our hearts, which had special meaning after so long a silence. Slowly the words came from the nationalities represented there… some said 'gratitude', some said 'love', some said 'beauty'. A member of our Polish group stood up and said the word that reasoned within all of us, after which we all raised our thumbs in unison. The word he said was freedom."'
Rendez-Vous City Magazine Luxembourg 5/2007

Oh, so no cricket then…

Saw this one in a pub called The Swan in South Kensington, London:

Dream 2007 ― Invitation

New World Theatre Club
presents
A Multi-Lingual Performance of Shakespeare’s
A Midsummer Night’s Dream

July 11th – 14th 2007 at the Schungfabrik, Tetange

A visual spectacle and a thought-provoking piece of theatre!

Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream has been performed in many different ways and in many different languages; but never before has it been used to celebrate the distinct cultural and linguistic makeup of the Grand-Duchy of Luxembourg. This, however, is exactly what Dream 2007 has set out to do. Produced by the New World Theatre Club with the assistance of the City of Culture asbl, the project is using a programme of performance workshops to create a production of Shakespeare’s masterpiece in three different spoken languages (English, Luxembourgish & German) and with songs in French.

The first stage of the project began in January 2007 when the New World Theatre Club offered anyone in the Grande Région the chance to take part in a 10-week workshop programme. Over 50 participants from more than 15 different countries took part in workshops led by Luxembourgers Julia Pruy and Bob Braun and English colleagues Caroline Cooper and Tony Kingston. These activities culminated in a Workshop Presentation Show in April 2007. The workshops developed for the participants the skills required to move on to the main project ― a full multilingual production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, to be performed July 11th – 14th 2007 at the Schungfabrik, Tetange. All performances will begin at 20:00.

In A Midsummer Night’s Dream various groups of humans find themselves lost and confused in a forest at night ― a forest inhabited by supernatural creatures (fairies) who are both afraid of and amused by their visitors. At the same time tensions between the male and female fairies are having a devastating effect on the human world. Through their contacts with each other, both humans and fairies resolve their personal conflicts to reach a new state of harmony and understanding.

With “immigration” and “integration” as central themes for the European Capital of Culture 2007, Shakespeare’s classic play provides a startling metaphor for, and celebration of, Luxembourg in the 21st Century. The different groups of characters, each speaking a different language, come to terms with the linguistic and cultural variety of each other’s worlds just as the inhabitants of Luxembourg must in their real world. With original music by Kerry Turner and incorporating dance, song and gymnastics, A Midsummer Night’s Dream promises to be a visual spectacle as well as a thought-provoking piece of theatre!

Tickets are available online from http://www.luxembourgticket.lu/,
by writing to ticketlu@pt.lu or by calling 47 08 95 1.
― Make sure you don't book for the show in Bourglinster on 25 June,
which is another company's performance! ―
Adults: €15, Students, Passholders 2007 or NWTC members: €10.

For more information and complimentary press tickets
write to anderson.lux[a]gmail.com or call 621 24 04 21.

New World Theatre Club
präsentiert
Shakespeares Sommernachtstraum

11.–14. Juli 2007
Schuhfabrik in Tetingen

Shakespeares Sommernachtstraum wurde bereits sehr oft in den verschiedensten Sprachen aufgeführt, aber seltener wurde dieses Stück dazu genutzt, die einzigartige kulturelle und sprachliche Realität des Grossherzogtums widerzuspiegeln. Genau dieses Ziel hat sich das Projekt Dream 2007 gesetzt. Träger dieses ambitionierten Projektes ist der New World Theatre Club, unterstützt von „Luxemburg und die Grossregion, Europäische Kulturhauptstadt 2007“. Ziel ist es, aufbauend auf mehreren vorangegangen Theaterworkshops, dieses Meisterwerk von Shakespeare in drei Sprachen aufzuführen: Deutsch, Englisch, Luxemburgisch, untermahlt mit französischen Gesangseinlagen.

Das Projekt Dream 2007 startete diesen Januar mit einer Reihe von Workshops, die der New World Theatre Club für alle interessierten Personen aus der Grossregion organisierte. Während der 10 Wochen, die diese Phase des Projektes dauerte, nahmen über 50 Teilnehmer aus 15 verschiedenen Ländern an den Workshops teil, die von Julia Pruy, Bob Braun, Caroline Cooper und Tony Kingston geleitet wurden. Ihr erlerntes Können führten die Teilnehmer ein erstes Mal im April 2007 in Sandweiler auf, Zwischenstation auf dem Weg zu dem eigentlichen Höhepunkt von Dream 2007: der mehrsprachigen Aufführung von Shakespeares Sommernachtstraum in der Schuhfabrik in Tetingen vom 11. bis zum 14. Juli 2007. Alle Aufführungen beginnen um 20 Uhr.

Im Sommernachtstraum finden sich eine Reihe von Personen nachts im Wald wieder, verloren, verwirrt und ängstlich. Dieser Wald wird von übernatürlichen Kreaturen bewohnt, Feen, Kobolde und Zwerge. Diese fürchten sich einerseits vor den fremden Eindringlingen, andererseit sind sie fasziniert von ihnen und suchen ihre Nähe. Die Irrungen, Wirrungen und Liebesränke, die die Feen und Kobolde in dieser Nacht durchleben, haben ihre Auswirkungen auf die Menschen, die ihrerseits versuchen, eigene Probleme zu lösen. Konflikte brechen auf, doch letztlich endet diese erfrischende Komödie Shakespeares in einem traumhaften Happy-end. „Immigration“ und „Integration“, die Hauptthemen des diesjährigen europäischen Kulturjahres, könnten in diesem Stück nicht besser illustriert werden. Die Protagonisten im Sommernachtstraum haben alle ihren eigenen kulturellen und sprachlichen Hintergrund, schaffen es aber, diesen auf einzigartige Art und Weise mit den Bedürfnissen, Wünschen und Zwängen ihrer Mitspieler zu vereinen, ein Meisterstück was den Einwohnern Luxemburgs tagtäglich aufs neue gelingt.

Musikalische Untermahlung von Kerry Turner; mit Gesangs-, Tanz- und Akrobatikeinlagen.

Ticketreservierung auf http://www.luxembourgticket.lu/,
per Mail an ticketlu@pt.lu oder telefonisch unter 47 08 95 1.
― Bitte vergewissern Sie sich, dass Sie nicht für die Aufführung in Burglinster am 25. Juni buchen,
da diese von einer anderen Gruppe aufgeführt wird! ―
Erwachsene €15, Studenten €10.

Für weitere Information oder kostenlose Presseeintrittskarten
wenden Sie sich bitte an anderson.lux[a]gmail.com, Tel. 621 24 04 21.

New World Theatre Club
présente
un spectacle visuel insolite…
Le Songe d’une Nuit d’Eté
de William Shakespeare

les 11, 12, 13 et 14 juillet 2007 à 20.00h
à la Schungfabrik, Tétange (Kayl), G-D de Luxembourg

Un projet multilingue qui sort de l’ordinaire

La pièce Le Songe d’une Nuit d’Été a déjà été produite dans de multiples langues et sous de multiples formes. Mais cette fois-ci, le New World Theatre Club s’en est inspirée dans le cadre de son projet Dream 2007 pour célébrer la diversité culturelle et linguistique propre au Luxembourg.

Depuis janvier 2007, Dream 2007 anime un programme d'ateliers multilingues et pluridisciplinaires de techniques théâtrales, comédie, improvisation, danse, chant et gymnastique. Ces ateliers, véritables plateformes de créativité, se sont focalisés depuis leurs débuts sur la conception d’une production multilingue du Songe d’une Nuit d’Été de W Shakespeare. Cette pièce sera produite en trois langues (Allemand, Luxembourgeois, Anglais), les accents linguistiques refllètant la réalité multiculturelle de la société luxembourgeoise et de la Grande Région. Les chants seont livrés en langue francaise. Les talents développés au courant des différents ateliers coloreront la production et feront de la pièce un spectacle visuel hors de l’ordinaire. Le visuel complémentera les paroles. La pièce Le Songe d’une Nuit d’Été sera produite les 11, 12, 13 et 14 juillet 2007 à la “Schungfabrik“ à Tétange. Elle s’adresse au grand public.

Le projet global Dream 2007 est réalisé dans le cadre de Luxembourg et Grande Région, Capitale Européenne de la Culture 2007, sous le Haut Patronage de leurs Altesses Royales le Grand Duc Henri et la Grande Duchesse Maria Teresa. Depuis son lancement, le projet a connu un grand succès. Il rassemble une centaine d’ambitieux de quinze nationalités différentes résidant à Luxembourg ou en Grande Région, témoin de la multiculturalité de notre pays et de la Grande Région, et du rôle de l’art comme vecteur de rapprochement entre les personnes d’expressions linguistiques différentes. Le projet se déclinera en fin de parcours en une animation en écoles.

Dans Le Songe d’une Nuit d’Été, plusieurs groupes d’humains se perdent une nuit d’été en pleine forêt – une forêt abritant des créatures surnaturelles (les elfes) qui sont tant effrayées que diverties par leurs visiteurs humains. Les tensions entre les créatures féériques se transposent sur les humains. Ce n’est que grace aux aprivoisements des uns et des autres, que humains et elfes finissent par résoudre leurs conflits personnels et par retrouver harmonie et compréhension. Les sujets centraux de cette pièce sont l'amour, le combat des sexes, la magie, la métamorphose, la réconciliation.

Le projet Dream 2007 s’inscrit dans la thématique de l’immigration ; ses thèmes sont les rêves et les réalités, la richesse dans la diversité, la Grande Région comme creuset transfrontalier, la communication dans un environnement multilingue, l’ancrage de la communauté anglophone à Luxembourg, et l'anglais comme langue véhiculaire à l’usage d'autres communautés linguistiques de Luxembourg. Dream 2007 est géré par Tony Kingston, directeur artistique professionnel anglais résidant à Luxembourg, assisté par quatre professionnels résidents, de différentes disciplines connexes : Julia Pruy pour le chant, Caroline Cooper pour la danse, Bob Braun pour la gymnastique, et Christine Probst pour l’atelier d’improvisation théâtrale pour jeunes. Un encadrement musical original a été assuré par le compositeur Kerry Turner, résident luxembourgeois lui-aussi.

Laissez-vous emporter par la créativité de cette production.

Les billets sont désormais en vente via http://www.luxembourgticket.lu/,
ou ticketlu@pt.lu ou par tél. 47 08 95 1.
― Assurez-vous de ne pas réserver pour la pièce à Bourglinster du 25 juin
qui, elle, est d'un autre groupe de théâtre! ―
Prix: adultes €15, étudiants, Passholders 2007 ou membres NWTC: €10.

La presse est invitée à entrer en contact via anderson.lux[a]gmail.com ou le tél. 621 24 04 21.

Ce projet est réalisé dans le cadre de Luxembourg et Grande Région, Capitale européenne de la Culture 2007,
sous le Haut Patronage de leurs Altesses Royales le Grand Duc et la Grande Duchesse.

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Pour une fois, ils ont pensé à quelque chose d'original et assez marrant pour un campagne sur un sujet sérieux...

Meta-stripje

'k vind deze heel leuk...

Bureaukrati er åbenbart ens overalt i verden

»En offentlig embedsmand må fra sin første dag på kontoret forstå, at ethvert tilløb til initiativ bliver enden på hans karriere, for han er der ikke for at gøre sig fortjent til noget, men for værdigt at nå sit eget niveau af inkompetence. Formålet med at flytte papirer med mærker og stempler fra et sted til et andet er ikke at løse problemer, men at blokere for løsninger. Hvis problemerne blev løst, ville bureaukratiet miste sin magt og mange ærlige mennesker stå uden job; hvis de tværtimod bliver værre, øger staten budgettet, ansætter flere folk og formindsker således arbejdsløsheden, og så er alle glade.«
Isabel Allende
i sine erindringer

Réaction en chaîne

On m'a donné le défi suivant:
«Les défié(e)s doivent écrire sur leur blog 7 choses à leur propos, ainsi que ce règlement. Vous devenez ensuite défieur, et vous devez défier 7 autres personnes en les énumérant sur votre blog. Vous laissez alors un message sur les blogs de ceux et celles que vous souhaitez défier, en leur indiquant qu'ils ont été défiés et que vous les invitez à lire votre blog.»

Comme je connais qu'une autre personne qui a un blog ― celle qui m'a défié ― je ne peux de toute façon pas continuer la chaîne. C'est pourquoi j'ai remplacé le défi par sept petits maillons formant une chaîne qui tourne en rond. Comme ça, la chaîne ne se termine pas…

Le premier groupe de rock que j'ai libellé «mon préféré» était Asia.
Asia est aussi le nom par lequel les polonais appellent celles qui portent le nom Joanna.
Joanna est une chanson du chanteur danois Kim Larsen.
Kim Larsen était chanteur du groupe Gasolin'.
Ne pas confondre gasoline et gasoil, nom sous lequel le diésel est parfois vendu au Luxembourg.
Diesel est aussi une marque de jeans.
La plupart des jeans sont produits en Asie.
Bjørn

Four things to do before you die

1 ― Mix the world's weirdest cocktail
Now you stir it, now you can't

It has to be one of the most mind-bending experiences you can legally enjoy in your kitchen: manufacture your own dilatant liquid ― one whose viscosity increases as soon as you try to stir it, or do pretty much anything else with it.

The easiest way to make it is a simple mix of about 300 grams of cornflour (cornstarch) and 250 millilitres of water. The mixture ripples like water, but instantly solidifies if you dip your finger or a spoon into it. Go slowly and you can put your finger in, but just try pulling it out in a hurry. You can roll the stuff into a ball in your hands, but stop rolling and it just runs through your fingers. Hit it with a hammer and it can even shatter.

Coolest of all, broken-off pieces liquefy and pool together, just like the shape-shifting T-1000 robot in the film Terminator 2. Well, almost. But then the T-1000 couldn't thicken sauces for you.

2 ― Visit Tuvalu
Enjoy it before it sinks

As sea levels rise, this clutch of South Pacific islands is poised to become the first nation to disappear beneath the waves ― possibly as early as 2050. Currently located halfway between Brisbane and Honolulu, soon Tuvalu may exist only in cyberspace as the prized internet domain ".tv".

Tuvalu's smallest islands are disappearing fast. Already you've missed the chance to visit the coconut groves of Te Pukasavilivili. Tuvalu's paradise world of coral lagoons, swaying palms and international sex phone lines is doomed because not one speck of land is more than 4 metres above sea level and spring tides regularly take 3 metres of that. Almost every tropical cyclone could bring down the curtain.

So why not board the weekly flight from Fiji to the capital Funafuti while you can? As you travel from one of Tuvalu's four guest houses in its single taxi to its lone bar, speculate on who will own the rights to the .tv domain and the tuna-fishing rights in its vast territorial waters, after the last of its 11,000 Polynesian inhabitants has left. Go now, before it dies.

3 ― Win a fortune the mathematical way
Who wants to be a millionaire?

If you're time-rich and cash-poor, then have a go at winning one of the many maths prizes up for grabs. If you're a hotshot mathematician, set your sights on one of seven $1 million prizes offered by the Clay Mathematics Institute in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

To win, you have to prove one of seven conjectures that have given mathematicians sleepless nights for decades. They include the Yang-Mills mass-gap hypothesis, which asserts that if a particle has mass, there is a lower limit to what the mass actually is.

Or you could try hunting for giant prime numbers. Prime numbers, such as 11 or 13, are divisible only by themselves and 1. If you find the first prime with 10 million, 100 million or a billion digits, a US campaign group called the Electronic Frontier Foundation will award you a prize of between $100,000 and $250,000. Your home computer could do all the work. Aproject at www.mersenne.org offers free software that sifts sets of numbers for primes, although if you hit the jackpot, you'd have to share the bounty with the organisers. Failing that, there are maths prizes starting from $10 at www.mathpuzzle.com.

Or maybe you should just get out more.

4 ― Find happiness
What does it look like?

Why do some people manage to skip through life shrugging off disappointments and setbacks like discarded clothing, while others struggle to survive the daily grind?

The secret partly lies in our genes. These account for around half of the variation in happiness between different people. What's more, good-looking people tend to be more contented, if not downright happy. Granted, there's not a lot you can do about your genes. But don't despair, there's plenty else you can do.

Being sociable, helping other people and having lots of friends all help. And getting married boosts happiness for a couple of years at least.

Then there's money. It certainly won't do any harm, but beware: wealth is a short-term fillip. We quickly adapt our expectations to new-found riches and end up always wanting that little bit more. Envy on the other hand is a sure-fire route to misery.

One last tip: consider moving to Denmark. It's the only industrialised nation where people are happier than they were 30 years ago. Why? The Danes are keeping the answer very close to their chest.

Selected extracts from '100 Things to Do Before You Die (plus a few to do afterwards)', from NewScientist and Profile Books.

Tadeja's strong poems

English translation below each of the two poems. The original language is Slovene. 'Krik' was recited by Urška at the preliminary 'Dream 2007' show in Sandweiler (Luxembourg) on 20 and 21 April. I will let them stand in their own right.

Pridi
Pridi. Pridi in spusti se
z mano v neskončne
globine.
Na dno oceana.
Tam bova kapljici.
Solzi trpljenja
in žalosti, nesreče
veselja in smeha
solzi življenja.
Z roko v roki
ko val naju odnese
stran od obale
stran od ljudi.
Pridi, da se izgubiva v valovih,
v toplih globinah,
da se potopiva skupaj
s sončnim zahodom.
Pridi!
Morje šumi.

Come
Come. Come and descend
With me into the endless
Deepness.
To the bottom of the ocean.
There, we will be mere drops.
Tears of pain and suffering
And sadness, unhappiness,
Of joy and laughter,
Tears of life.
Hand in hand
Dragged by the billows
Away from the coast
Away from the world.
Come, let’s get lost in the waves,
Into the warm depths,
Let’s dive together
With the sunset.
Come!
The sound of the ocean.

Krik
Šla bi ven in zavpila.
Zavpila bi tvoje ime
tako močno, da bi se
ob kriku spremenila
v sončni prah.
Le Bog in jaz bi ga slišala
in ti, daleč stran, bi vedel.
Ne moreš ubežati kriku
mojega hrepenenja
in nemir iz moje duše
bi se preselil vate.
Ti si kriv.
Tebi bodo sodili
zaradi mojega krika,
sonce, ljudje, drevesa, reke....
In nikoli, nikoli več
ne boš mogel ubežati
mojemu kriku.
Preganjal te bo
v najintimnejših trenutkih,
vedno bo tam.
In jaz s teboj
kot večni sodnik z razsodbo:
KRIV SI.

Scream
I want to scream out.
I want to scream out your name
So loud, that the scream
Would turn me into
Sundust.
Only God and me would hear it
And you, far away, you’d know.
You can’t escape the scream
Of my desperation
And my restless anxiety
Would capture your soul.
You’re to blame.
You will be judged
For my scream,
By the sun, the people, the trees, the rivers….
And never, ever will you
Be able to escape from
My scream.
It will hunt you down
Into the inmost recesses of your soul,
It will always be there.
And I will be there
Like an eternal judge with the verdict:
GUILTY.

Norwegian Helpdesk

Usually I wouldn't give a penny for Norwegian humour but this little film is indeed a classic! Watch how text was stored in the Middle Ages, and how helpful helpdesks were at that time.

Kunst fra hjertet

»Alt, hvad der bliver sagt om teksterne og musikken, er for så vidt efterrationaliseringer, for når det bliver skabt, er det med hjertet og ikke med hjernen.«
Mikkel Max Hansen, tekstforfatter, guitarist og sanger i epo-555
i et interview til Politiken 28/4-6

Cojan sus ovejas y váyanse ― Take your sheep and go ― Prenez vos moutons et allez-y

«[¡A]caba de decirnos que nos vayamos al infierno, pero lo ha dicho de una manera tal que estamos deseando irnos!»
El presidente del Sheep Council en Australia, a el encargado de negocios de la delegación de la Comisión Europea en Australia, después del discurso de esto, en 1981
Fuente: «Acercando Europa al mundo ― 50 años de Servicio Exterior de la Comisión Europea» ― que puede pedir GRATUITAMENTE

'[Y]ou just told us that we should go to hell, but you said it in such a way that we are all looking forward to getting there!'
The President of Australia's Sheep Council, to the chargé d'affaires of the European Commission's delegation in Australia, after the latter's speech, in 1981
Source: 'Taking Europe to the world ― 50 years of the European Commission's External Service', which you can order FREE OF CHARGE

«[V]ous venez de nous dire que nous pouvions aller au diable, mais vous nous l'avez dit d'une telle manière que nous nous réjouissons tous d'y aller!»
Le Président du Sheep Council d'Australie, au chargé d'affaires de la délégation de la Commission européenne en Australie, après un discours de celui-ci, en 1981
Source: «Ouvrir l`Europe sur le monde ― 50 ans du service extérieur de la Commission européenne» ― que vous pouvez commander GRATUITEMENT
(La version française de la citation a été modifiée par moi-même, comme elle n'était pas correctement traduite.)

Design made by humans ― for humans?

On his website Bad Human Factors Designs, Mike Darnell collects examples of all kinds of design ― from taps over mobile phones to road signs ― in which the designer, if there was such, seems to have forgotten to take the number one aspect into account: That people have to use it!

What's really great though, is that for every example he lists, Mike gives a simple and creative suggestion on how the design could be improved.

I have also added a link in the link list to the right.

Proof that oranges are good for you

(What wouldn't it be if you cut out a kiwifruit like that then…)

A colourful way to funding

'You cannot pretend you are a real witch
if you cannot help a businessman get the EU funding he wants.'
Florica, a witch from Piteşti, Romania
according to Commission en direct, quoting Guardian

Enig…

»Lene Espersen er et godt bud på en ny borgerlig regeringschef.

Hun er ikke udpræget grim, og hun snakker godt for sin sag.«

fra leder i Ekstra Bladet 7/4-7

Three more signs

The first one is from the Slovenian town of Piran. What's funny about it is that a Frenchspeaker would easily tend to pronounce 'Kud Sac' similarly as 'cul-de-sac', which means 'dead end street' (actually, the term 'cul-de-sac' is also used in English). Fancy sign to indicate a dead-end-street…

The text on the plaque means 'Cultural-artistic society' in Slovene ('Kulturno-umetniško društvo'), then in Italian (SAC), followed by the name (Karol Pahor) and the town in both languages.

The next is also from Slovenia. One you see quite a lot near schools, in many countries ― I just thought it's pretty original to let the kids actually break the frame and thus create a meta feel about a simple road sign!

The text translates as 'We are here again! ― School ― Drive carefully!'.

The third is not really a sign actually. The pic was taken in Cusco, Peru, at the San Pedro market. Odd phenomenon that they sell perfumes, which so explicitly, in pictures and words, advertise that they are supposed to attract women.

Notice especially the one called '7 Machos' ― wonder if such brand name would sell in Europe…

Thank you to Luka for the translations from Slovene!

"Du kannst nicht emotionsfrei an eine Liebe herangehen."

Christoph Daum
im GeißbockEcho, Heft Nr. 13/2007

Pink Water 4

Repeatedly, I am listening to Indochine's wonderful song 'Pink Water 3', as well as the 'June' disk's hidden track, which is the same song but with exclusively English lyrics …and I was wondering whether I could find the English lyrics somewhere. Turns out there's a whole discussion about it. Maybe a justification for these hidden tracks, aka ghost tracks?

Sky, I'm gonna leave tonight
You know, I've got a life to live
And it's getting late
So, I'm gonna leave tonight

I can't decide if I'm the one you need
Or what you want out of life
I always thought you'd be the one to leave
The one to change your mind

I'm on a rocket to a dying star
You have to stay behind
Can't take you with me 'cause it's very far
And you don't have the time

(Get out me out this place
Get out me out this place
Get out me out this… place)

Sky, I'm gonna leave tonight
You know, I've got a life to live
And it's getting late

I can't decide if I'm the one you need
Or what you want out of life
I always thought you'd be the one to leave
The one to change your mind

I'm on a rocket to a dying star
You have to stay behind
Before I met you I was crashing cars
And I was doing fine

Get me out of this place
Get me out of this town
Before I drown in your deep pink water
I won't remember your face
I can't remember your frown
Because I'll drown in your deep pink water

(Ten, nine, eight, seven…)

Sky, I'm gonna leave tonight
You know, I've got a life to live
And it's getting late

I'm on a rocket to a dying star
You have to stay behind
Can't take you with me 'cause it's very far
And you don't have the time

I'm on a rocket to a dying star
You have to stay behind
Before I met you I was crashing cars
And I was doing fine

Get me out of this place
Get me out of this town
Before I drown in your deep pink water
I won't remember your face
I can't remember your frown
Because I'll drown in your deep pink water

Get me out of this place
Get me out of this town
Before I drown in your deep pink water
I won't remember your face
I can't remember your frown
Because I'll drown in your deep pink water

based on the lyrics discussed at the abovementioned forum, with my own modifications

I feel sprightlyyy, oh so sprightlyyyyy...

A friend of mine used this adjective (without the singing though), which I had never heard before. But I liked it, the sound of it, the meaning, it is one of these words where you can feel its meaning without ever having heard it before.

Main Entry: spright·ly
Pronunciation: -lE
Function: adjective
Inflected Form(s): spright·li·er; -est
Etymology: obsolete spright (sprite), alteration of sprite
1 : marked by a gay lightness and vivacity : SPIRITED (a sprightly musical)
2 : having a distinctively piquant taste : ZESTY (a sprightly salsa)
synonym see LIVELY
― spright·li·ness noun
― sprightly adverb

definition from Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary
where you can even listen to the word being said

Men and intelligence

'If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?'
Linda Ellerbee
Source: De røde støvler

See also this blogpost.

Malt og malt imellem

Sjovt som ting kan hænge sammen:

Biobrændsel lavet på fx raps er på vej frem, og den øgede efterspørgsel gør det attraktivt for bønderne at dyrke raps.

På bekostning af malt. Derfor bliver der et mindre udbud af malt, hvorfor prisen på malt også stiger.

Og dermed på øl.

Det søger bryggerierne nu udlignet ved… at tilskynde til at udvikle biobrændsel baseret på malt, så alle dyrker malt og vi kan få vores øl billigere og køre bil (naturligvis ikke samtidig) uden at forurene.

Bjørn
baseret på artikel på Politiken.dk 26/2-7

Var det Kung Volmers djuparöv som gick upp och ner?

»[B]yer med […] spektakulære navne […] findes [der] en del [af] i Sverige […,] blandt andre: Onansbygd, Rumpsjön, Lem, Bögholmen, Muslickberget, Ballekkåtan, Kukasjärvi, Brittas Hål, Snålkuk, Valefittan, Djuparöven.«
artikel i Ekstra Bladet 26/2-7

At work: Win rather than whine

'It’s about […] working close together. We don’t need a strong daily leadership. We […] use the innovation force. We don’t need direct instructions on everything because we know that it’s our workplace, that we are part of the company, that the company is nothing without us. That’s a winning attitude.'
Hans Skov Christensen, director general of the Federation of Danish Industry
interview for EurActiv

Hvor bliver glæden/smilet af?

I 30 år har jeg arbejdet som selvstændig indenfor servicefaget. Hotel/Resaturation og butik. Nu er jeg desværre ikke i arbejde mere grundet sygdom, og savner meget den pulserende travlhed.

Som gammel i gårde indenfor branchen, kan jeg ikke lade være med at "studere" både kunder og ansattenår jeg er ude.

Efter min mening bliver ingen ansat bedre end konceptet/chefen vil uanset hvilken brance der tales om. Den bedste service gives, stadig en subjektiv betragtning fra min side, af de store koncerner. Der er det bogstaveligt talt "banket" ind i hovedet på de ansatte, at det forventes de giver kunderne den service.

Ofte har jeg set de ansatte blive overfuset af utilfredse kunder, og de har dog stadig formået at smile venligt til kunden. Det er mig en gåde, hvorfor mange ikke evner at kommunikere på et ordentligt niveau.

Det er mig en glæde, når jeg har fået en god behandling og service, at gøre den ansatte opmærksom på det. De bliver glade, og jeg bilder naivt mig selv ind, at det er en god bagage for dem resten af dagen.

De værste kunder, har jeg observeret i discauntbutikkerne. Mange gange har jeg hørt kunder beklage sig højtråbende over manglende kassebetjening. Ja men hallo, du kan jo ikke forvente samme service i en skrabet lavprisbutik som i Føtex eller Quickly.

En gang om ugen har jeg hjemmehjælp. Der bliver da ikke gjort rent som jeg selv ville ha' gjort det, men det ødelægger nu ikke min dag. Når der så kommer en som virkelig kan sit kram, ja så skal hun sørme da også have at vide, hun er god til sit arbejde.

Nogen vil nok sige: det jo det de får deres løn for. Ja, men et tak for veludført arbejde hører de ikke arbejdsgiveren sige, så i det tilfælde må jeg/vi som brugere huske det.

I min utrættelige iver efter at observere god kontra dårlig service, er jeg nået frem til, at taxa, og nu omtaler jeg kun observationer fra min egen by, er de dårligste for ikke at sige de har slet ingen. Måske er jeg gammeldags, men jeg giver ikke en krone i drikkepenge til en chauffør som ikke gider åbne døren, ensige næsten ikke orker at sige goddag. Jeg har haft brug for taxa til handicapkørsel, og skulle have taxa til døren. En chauffør ringede på min dør, og blev meget fortørnet og sur da jeg forklarede ham jeg ikke kunne gå hen til bilen. Han var sur fordi de ikke havde givet ham den besked på centralen. Sådan en chauffør burde spørge sig selv, om det nu er det rigtige job han har taget. Han gør mig som bruger harm over opførslen, han overfuser garanteret senere en travl dame på centralen, og han har bragt sig selv i dårligt humør. Et smil, og et venligt: øjeblik dame, den henter jeg i løbet af ingen tid, og måske en venlig påmindelse til centraldamen om forglemmelsen ville ha' gjort hans dag mere behagelig. I hvertfald for hans omgivelser.

Lad os få lidt mere smil og glæde ind i hverdagen.

af Lundgren, blogpost 14/2

Not that kind of theme park

In my series of surprising signs, the idea is to have a good laugh. In some cases, however, there is a serious story behind. This is the case of the...

...which exhibits the 1944 Warsaw Uprising.

Read the story, and visit the Muzeum Powstania Warszawskiego if you go to Warsaw. It's not a museum that rises into the air as the English translation of its name might suggest. But a visit there should widen your awareness.

My first online mixes ― All of Archive's 'Sane'

Don't forget to rate them, so I can win some cool stuff!

Stripped Into Space
Less vox, more spacy, kinda sectionised and wobbly.


A, Er, Chive Insane
Groovy, playful, synths and guitar, with that evident drum machine to hold the pieces together.


Bones
Airy, synthy, discreet yet funky, dancy, plain ― complete!


Skin
A complete, keyboard-dominated mix, with only just the necessary scent of rhythm section, bringing the vocals in a well-balanced forefront. (Now THAT sounded academic, dinnit?)


All Or Nothing
Just synths and vox. Simple yet melodic. This one'll stick in your head.

Himba beauty

'It is a trait of the Himba to consider the body a face. The body is essentially 'neutral' or like the sheet of paper on which their culture is written. This is not nudity, just as it would be absurd to think of the face as nude. Such neutrality expresses a lifestyle in which the body is at one with the surrounding landscape and animals. The beauty of the Himba is amazing and surprising because it conforms to criteria that are very different from ours.'
Photographer Colin Prior
in KE Adventure Travel's image gallery

Happiness in black & white

I don't remember where I stumbled over this photo but I think it's really beautiful. It has a 'DDR 70s' look to it but most of all I believe it radiates savoir-vivre, harmony and love.

Wish list ― just in case

Practical stuff


iriver H340 (MP3 recorder and player)


Gift voucher for IKEA Saarlouis, Arlon or Metz

Plants, preferrably medium-sized or big

Voucher for poster and/or picture frame shop

Long-sleeved T-shirts

Event stuff

Travel gift voucher

Spa/massage gift voucher


Ticket to the Indochine gig on 24 March in Rockhal


Ticket to the Kim Wilde Gig on 11 March in Den Atelier


1.FC Köln membership or just tickets for their games

Audible stuff


Incredible Expanding Mindfuck: 1996 - 1999


The Klaxons: Myths Of The Near Future


Incredible Expanding Mindfuck: Arcadia Son


various artists: We Will Bock You


Blue Man Group: Audio


South: 4 Track Sessions

Watchable stuff


The Front


At Last The 1948 Show


Do Not Adjust Your Set


Prozac Nation


Picking Up The Pieces


Blue Man Group: The Complex Rock Tour Live


It! The Terror From Beyond Space

Readable stuff


Mario Pricken: Visuelle Kreativität


Detailtypographie


Lennart Gotlieb: Michael Kvium — Malerier Og Motiver
(Lindhardt & Ringhof)


Palle Schmidt: Den Nye Generation — Dansk Møbeldesign 1990-2005
(Nyt Nordisk Forlag)


Subscription to GEO Special

Plus a bunch of 'real' books ― but I've already got sooo many waiting to be read, so I prefer to eliminate that pile before adding further to it…
…Except:


Footprint Central America & Mexico Handbook 2006

En hyldestode komponeret spontanten mandag formiddag

Min Mor hun er en heks
Men staver det med 'x'
Der' lissom mere sex
I å' hedde Hex med x

Ham nissen er Min Far
Han ser jo ganske rar…
…ud med sit skæg og vom
Men lader kun som om

Thi faktisk er han slem
Og ganske fingernem
Når Moders ting han gemmer
Og han bli'r stadig slemmer'

Jeg har en Far og Mor
De' cirka lige stor'
De drikker meget vin
Og spiser som to
Yderst civiliserede og velopdragne mennesker

Kundendienstbrief #2:Sonderzüge zum RheinEnergieStadion in Köln

Nach ein sehr enttäuschendes Erlebnis beim öffentlichen Lokalverkehr in Köln am 20/8-6 habe ich diese Anregung an die Kölner Verkehrs-Betriebe geschickt (gekürzt, da die Anzahl der Zeichen auf dem Kontaktformular begrenzt ist), mit Kopie am 1.FC Köln sowie an der Kölner Tageszeitung EXPRESS.

Bis heute habe ich, trotz einer Mahnung, nichts von KVB gehört. Nur der 1.FC Köln hat reagiert, die Sache aber anscheinend nicht weiter verfolgt.

An der KVB

Ich habe Ihnen vor 1½ Monaten folgendes durch den Formular auf Ihrer Webseite geschickt, habe seitdem aber überhaupt nichts von Ihnen gehört:

Sonntag sind wir 2 Personen von Luxemburg nach Köln gekommen um das Heimpremierenspiel der FC gegen Burghausen mitzuerleben.

Nach einige Stunden im Zentrum wollten wir gegen 13.20 Uhr vom Neumarkt zum Stadion fahren. Da Spielbeginn 14 Uhr war und wir unsere Karten schon im Voraus gekauft hatten, habe ich ― auch aus früheren Erfahrungen ― eingeschätzt, dass das genügen würde.

Zunächst wollten wir der Linie 1 nach Weiden West nehmen, wurden dann aber auf den Sonderzügen aufmerksam. Diese wurden auf Anzeigetafeln sowie alle 5 Min. durch den Lautsprechern am Neumarkt empfohlen.

Da standen wir dann mit ungefär 10 anderen FC-gekleideten Fans, sich darauf freuend, der FC bei der Heimpremierenfete anfeuern zu können. Nur… es kam kein Sonderzug. Kein einziges.

Wie gesagt waren wir gegen 13.20 auf dem Neumarkt, und die Sonderzüge wurden stehst annonciert. Gegen 13.40 bin ich dann runtergegangen um zu fragen, ob irgendwelche Probleme aufgetreten waren, da kein Zug kam. Die Schalter waren geschlossen und ich habe mich daher an ein Paar KVB-uniformierte Herren gewendet, die gesagt haben, dass die Sonderzüge "so spät" nicht mehr fahren.

Wir sind mit der Linie 1 zwei Minuten vor Ende der 1.Halbzeit angekommen. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt stand es 3:0 ― nur hatten wir nicht an dieser Fete teilnehmen können.

Daher bitte ich Ihnen, die 46 €, die wir für unsere Eintrittskarten bezahlt haben, rückzuerstatten, da wir nicht für eine Halbzeit 200 km fahren. Restliche Kosten verlange ich Ihnen nicht ab.

Ich werde diese Beschwerde in naher Zukunft auf meinem Blog http://clasen.blogspot.com veröffentlichen.

Auch auf der Seite http://www.kvb-koeln.de/german/news/press.html?NID=621 sind die obenerwähnten Infos nicht besser erklärt.

MfG Bjørn Clasen, treuer aber enttäuschter FC-Fan aus Luxemburg

Antwort vom 1.FC Köln

Sehr geehrter Herr Clasen,

vielen Dank für die Zusendung einer Kopie Ihrer an die Kölner Verkehrsbetriebe gerichtete E-Mail. Wir bedauern die Ihnen widerfahrenen Unannehmlichkeiten im Vorfeld unseres Heimspiels gegen den SV Wacker Burghausen sehr.

Am Fortgang des Vorgangs sind wir, auch im Interesse aller mit öffentlichen Verkehrsmitteln anreisenden FC-Fans, sehr interessiert und würden uns daher freuen, wenn Sie uns eine Antwort der KVB ebenfalls in Kopie zukommen lassen würden.

Wir hoffen, dass es bei zukünftigen Besuchen des RheinEnergieStadions zu keinerlei Unstimmigkeiten kommt. Vielen Dank für Ihre Unterstützung sowie für Ihre Treue zum 1. FC Köln!

Mit freundlichen Grüßen
1. FC Köln GmbH & Co. KGaA

i.A. Rainer Mendel i.A. Tobias Schmidt
Leiter Mitglieder & Fanservice Fanservice

película — pellicule

Have you never asked yourself the question why the Spanish word for 'film' (película), is so close to the French word for, well, 'dandruff' (pellicule)?

No matter whether you have or not, here's a short explanation.

According to this Universitat de València page (notice the Catalan name, and check out the homepage if you wanna read some Catalan; it's not that difficult if you know some French and/or Spanish) , película means 'little skin'.

Now that already starts making sense.

It turns out 'pellicule' in French can actually also refer to film. Wikipédia (notice the accent…) has an article on that meaning but not on the dermatological one. However, when referring to the latter, usually plural 'pellicules' is used, as it's probably rare to have just one dandruff.

Basic Japanese

寿司 Su-shi means thing that makes happy.

What is often referred to as 腹切り hara-kiri (belly-cutting),
is more formally called 切腹 seppuku (cutting the belly).

Sources: GEO Special Nr. 6/2006 and Wikipedia

Care for a slice of Trabi?

'The car's body was made from a specifically designed fibre-reinforced plastic called Duroplast, a mixture of cotton and ground wood pulp soaked in artificial resin […]. Duroplast is notoriously hard to recycle, but strangely enough, is edible, and stories of Trabants being devoured by farmyard animals are quite common. Emir Kusturica's 1998 film Black Cat, White Cat contains a scene showing a Trabant being slowly eaten by pigs.'
from the article 'Around The Bloc' by Matt Robinson, in easyJet's in-flight magazine, December 2006 issue

Kids Are Getting Older Younger

…or, as the insiders of the children's toy developers know it: KAGOY. As the name says, it refers to the fact that children have an increasing number of appliances such as PCs or mobile phones at an increasingly earlier age. Toy manufacturing companies have to operate with this in mind when launching and competing on new products.
Thanks to easyJet's in-flight magazine, December 2006 issue

L'egoïsme dans la transparence

»Souvent, les aveux et confidences partent du besoin de se décharger émotionnellement. L'autre n'est plus alors un interlocuteur privilégié, mais un réceptable dépersonnalisé.«
Isabel Korolitski, psychanalyste

»Sous couvert de transparence, on se décharge […] sur son partenaire«.
Frédérique Hédon, médecin sexologue

dans l'article 'Eloge du silence' de Flavia Accorsi, dans 'Psychologies' hors-série

Ich nehm' mein Frühstück abends um 8

Dies ist das erste meiner Fotos von Schildern, die irgendwie auffallen:



Tatsächlich kann man hier, im Bar-Restaurant 'Die Eins' in Berlin, bis Mitternacht frühstücken. Der Grund ist warscheinlich, dass ARD- und RTL-Mitarbeiter, die ja oft untypische Arbeitszeiten haben, hier essen gehen.

Der Titel dieser Artikel ist übrigens ein Zitat vom Herbert Grönemeyer-Song 'Alkohol'.

Mahlzeit!
Bjørn Clasen

To those who dare taking the riskof doing something big for themselves

It is about seizing the moment, seizing life. Seizing yourself. Actually doing something that a whole lotta people dream of, many think of, but only very few get as far as planning let alone doing. Leaving your luggage behind, maybe returning to the locker and opening it but with hands guided by a richer mind. A mind that had the courage, which it oddly enough does take to feel inside yourself and act to make things better for yourself.
Bjørn Clasen
to a friend who did dare

Brazilian bikini wax

The mission

I was picking lint from my collar when my editor called with a dangerous mission: to get a Brazilian bikini wax and report back to you, the reader. Apparently, men are ripping hair from the shyest parts of their body, and no one knows why. They needed someone on the inside.

I arrived at the day spa without a reconnaissance. Lauren the hostess guided me through the cutting and curling and dyeing to a waiting room. Scratch that. Any room so fancy should technically be called a foyer. The chandelier tinkled to the sounds of Beethoven, and cinnamon candles warmed the room. I sat on a couch with entirely too many pillows and tried not to touch anything. Lauren hurried away to do hostess things.

Odd place for a man condemned to wax.

Men are not cut out for hair removal. A man can eat nails, drive a Harley, become a Navy Seal, and still snivel before a pair of tweezers (or as I like to call them, Devil's Chopsticks). It is baffling that women endure this pain ― repeatedly ― for any cause, including their own salvation.

Lauren circled back for me and soon I lay in the waxing chamber, where everything was fresh and folded and blindingly white. Was I in for surgery or hair removal? As instructed, I removed my clothes and assumed the position. It was like lying on a chiropractor's table, only face up with legs spread in gynecologic uncertainty and, on second thought, nothing like the chiropractor at all.

A cheery voice interrupted my willies: "You muss be the lucky man."

And in she walked, a stout Argentine woman whom you liked instantly even if she was about to rain terror on your netherparts. Her name was Blanca, but she answered to anything that sounded like cries for mercy. Blanca was an older woman, better for the wear, and had an accent straight out of Evita. Her voice soothed like a lullaby, but you sensed that she could beat you silly if she had to.

For some reason, it only now occurred to me that Blanca would see me naked. I felt like we should get to know each other, have a drink or something, but she went right to work like a mother changing a diaper. She had seen every size, shape, and color, and mine did not bear mention. So it goes.

Blanca showed me the instruments of destruction: liquid wax, cloth strips, and a box of Kleenex (for my eyes). Her arms were brawny as if from subduing previous customers. I asked Blanca what made a wax Brazilian. Despite my hopes, it had nothing to do with live samba dancers.

"The Brazilian es when everything goes, even where the sun no shine. The French, however, es when you leave a leetle strip…" She demonstrated.

I asked her if we could start with a colder, more conservative country, say, Poland.

Blanca laughed as she dipped her rag in hot ― extremely hot ― wax. She laid the strip on my skin and, coaxing me in tender tones, rrrripped the hair from Mr. Giggles.

It is hard to describe the pain that attended. Normally we are present to a range of sights and sounds, grounded for the most part in reality. The moment Blanca took back her strip of cloth, my awareness of Other came to a searing standstill, and nothing existed outside the sting between my legs. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked.

I yelped in some new language and had a mini-seizure.

"Es okay, beautiful, see." Blanca showed me a strip of fur that belonged somewhere else.

So it went, strip after strip, my torso arched backward like one demented Slinky. Blanca assured me that "es almost over," then rrrripped again. I looked to her the way one does a flight attendant in turbulence: her smile was all I had.

"Beautiful, es almost over," she said, and I, in my fever, believed her. We were almost done for 30 minutes.

Tears welled up, but I sucked them back in with my eyeballs. Women wax all the time, right? I thought about my wife. Maybe she would take me for ice cream afterward.

With every pass, the wax got hotter. I asked Blanca if the heat would max out at some non-scalding temperature.

"Hot wax es better," she said. "It grabs the hair from underneath."

Her perfectionism was killing me.

"Es almost over."

Blanca told me to close my eyes and relax, but every time I got to my happy place, she ripped it out of me. It's a little-known fact that the man who coined "mind over matter" died of a Brazilian bikini wax. I've endured tattoos, carpentry stabbings, and a bee sting that made my lips look like Meg Ryan's, and none of it could have prepared me.

Finally, mercifully, we reached the end ― the real end. Blanca had clear-cut Florida, Georgia, and Alabama, leaving no shrub unfelled.

She wiped her hands and said brightly, "See, I told you eet was almost over."

I looked down at my new friend, a turkey made hairless, waddle and all. Blanca told me to let it air out for a while, be naked if possible. Good thing I work at home; that could have been awkward for everyone.

"Thank you for trust me," she said. "Will you do eet again?"

"Perhaps if I encounter some issues with my memory down the line." I tipped Blanca not for the wax but for the psychotherapy.

Aftermath

It has been a week, and I'm still not myself. I've acquired a facial tic and other hints of post-traumatic stress disorder. The draft in my basement won't go away. I feel less manly, Samson without his pubic hair. I've stopped showering at the gym, and it may be years before I can eat Brazilian nuts.

My hair is returning slowly, in patches, like Earth after nuclear winter. Blanca said that if I wax often enough, the hair will stop growing altogether, but then what will we do for fun? My compulsion to scratch is severe ― greater, in fact, than my need to be accepted by other people in the restaurant.

As nice as it was to clean Richard and the twins, I have decided that my private parts will remain private. Some say that waxing improves sex, but I don't think I'm good enough at it to tell the difference. I did find this, however: shavers and waxers don't mix. My wife is a shaver, and I, bless my editor, am a waxer. Now when we make love, it feels like grating glass down there, which, of course, is not enough to keep me away.

Blanca sees musclemen, swimmers, and guys who like to roam the beach showing off their circumcision, but still it is mostly women. They are the only ones tough enough to return. Blanca would like to have more male clients, but something tells me I didn't help her cause.

Still, I will always recall fondly this woman who knows me better than do most of my ex-girlfriends. Even now, as I scratch and scratch, her accent echoes in my mind: "Es almost over, es almost over…

by Jason Love on Free World Group

Danish mentality explained ― Janteloven

Denmark hardly has social classes. The excruciating tax levels basically leave an enormous (lower-)middle class, a tiny upper class and an even tinier lower class.

As evened-out as the country is geographically, it also is socially. The popular writer and politician N.F.S. Grundtvig desribes both aspects very well in his song
'Langt Højere Bjerge'. The final line says it all: 'når få har for meget og færre for lidt' ('when few have too much and fewer too little').

Now, this equality idea may sound like a good thing to outsiders. But imagine a society where one has to be ashamed of standing out… This particularity is referred to as 'Janteloven'.

'Jante' is a (fictional ― it's believed to refer to Nykøbing Mors) provincial town in the novel 'En flygtning krydser sit spor' by Aksel Sandemose. So 'Janteloven' is 'the law of Jante', i.e. the rules of conduct that people in Jante (= Denmark…) are living according to.

Janteloven is listed on this site, along with a counter-code of conduct. As for the site-owner's interpretations, take'em or leave'em.

And good luck in understanding the Danes.

Bjørn Clasen
European
who only kept his Danish passport
because there is no European one yet

Rhythmic Rap Rock

Last Sunday, I had forgotten to bring a tape for my car stereo, so for once I switched on the radio. And caught this one, which I think is pretty good:

(Click play to, er, play)

Kundeservicebrev #1:Bedre lukning til Castus Frugtstænger

Dette ellers yderst enkle forslag til, hvordan Castus bør forsyne sine lækre frugtstænger med en mere brugervenlig lukning ― eller rettere åbning ― har jeg to uger efter end ikke fået svar på.

Se Castus' glimrende netsted her ― et mønstereksempel på hvor enkelt, praktisk, overskueligt og samtidig smukt det kan gøres!

Kære Castus

Når jeg er i Danmark, køber jeg som regel et lille lager Castus Frugtstænger, da de ikke alene smager godt, men også er et kærkomment sundere alternativ til fx chokoladebarer og hvad man ellers kan finde på at fylde i sig for at stille den lille sult.

Dog har jeg et enkelt hjertesuk, eller rettere et forslag. Jeres pakninger til frugtstængerne. Der står godt nok i hvilken ende, de bør åbnes, men den lille revne (er der et fagord for en sådan? Det kunne jeg godt tænke mig at vide; det kunne være et godt quizspørgsmål…) sidder i midten af den endes lukning, hvilket medfører, at man kun river halvdelen af lukningen af, når man vil åbne sin frugtstang. Derfor er det lidt af en kamp at skubbe frugtstangen op gennem den halve åbning, så man kan spise den på rigtig snackfacon.

Jeg foreslår, at I i stedet sætter den-revne-som-jeg-endnu-ikke-ved-hvad-hedder i siden af lukningen, således at den småsultne kunde ved at rive op fjerner hele lukningen i den ende.

Jeg håber, I synes om mit forslag, som jeg måske vil lægge ud på min blog: http://clasen.blogspot.com.

Det er i øvrigt en rigtig flot hjemmeside, I har! Grafisk indbydende, dejlig enkel, nem at finde rundt i, og meget informativ! Til lykke med den!

På forhånd tusind tak!

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Bjørn Clasen

Se hace camino

caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar
Antonio Machado

Still stark raving...

Did Alfred E. Neuman ever grow old?



Physically yes.