Wine Country


They called it Wine Country. What it was, in fact, was an area south of Market Street, adjacent to the Tenderloin, where liquor stores sold a high volume, yet small variety, of fortified wines like Thunderbird, Richard’s Wild Irish Rose, and MD 20-20 (known in the wine world as Mad Dog, for the propensity of its drinkers to urinate publicly and turn around three times before passing out on the sidewalk).

Bite Me: A Love Story (Christopher Moore)

The greatest monologue of them all….

One of the greatest speaches i one of the best films ever: Ladies and Gentleman, I present: The Box-Monologue from „Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead„.

Rosencrantz: Do you ever think of yourself as actually dead lying in a box with a lid on it?

Guildenstern: No.

Rosencrantz: Nor do I really. It’s silly to be depressed by it. I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box, and one keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead… which should make all the difference… shouldn’t it?

I mean, you’d never know you were in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I’d like to sleep in a box, mind you, not without any air, you’d wake up dead for a start, and then where would you be?

In a box.

That’s the bit I don’t like frankly. That’s why don’t think of it. Because you’d be helpless? Stuffed in a box like that, I mean, you’d be in there for ever. Even taking into account the fact that you’re dead, it isn’t a pleasant thought. Especially if you’re dead, really…

Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off… I’m going to stuff you in this box now, would you rather be alive or dead. Naturally, you prefer to be alive. Life in a box is better than no life at all. I expect. You’d have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking well, at least I’m not dead! In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid and tell me to come out.

*knocks on the table*

Hey, you! What’s yer name! Come out of there!

Guildenstern: I think I’m going to kill you.

Cooking and sex.



He’d noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: It fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination—but at the end of the day they’d settle quite happily for egg and chips, if it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato.

The Fifth Elephant (Terry Pratchett)

Bunt. Soooo Bunt.

Kamelie aus dem Botansichen Garten München

Nachdem ich Letzten zum Kamera testen (Mit der Nikon D800) unterwegs war, kamen natürlich (natürlich? wo kommt dass denn her? Ist Scheiße viel Arbeit und hält vom rumkaspern im Netz ab!) Bilder dabei raus, welche ich nicht vorenthalten möchte (auch vollkommen gelogen. Könnte ohne Gewissensbisse vorenthalten. Überhaupt kein Problem!). Zuerst: Der Botanische Garten.


Da isses

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So, hier sind Sie endlich – die Belegexemplare fürs Buch. Müssen natürlich genau dann ankommen, wenn ich gerade auf dem Animago rumkaspere (was auch dieses Jahr wieder spaßig war, aber eben ein Stück weit weg vom Briefkasten). Ein paar Leute werden also demnächst Post bekommen – Ob ihr richtig steht, seht ihr wenn das Paket aufgeht.

Und jetzt?

Evtl endlich mal wieder Zocken.
Gitarre spielen (Gelenke sind so eingerostet, dass ich keine Schaufel mehr im Sandkasten brauche).
In den Kneipen hängen.
Wohnung grundreinigen.
Lohnsteuer 2010-2012.

Shit, ich glaub ich schreib ein Zweites.

Jemand Interesse an einer soziologischen Beobachtung des Zusammenhangs zwischen Möbel-Design und zerschrundenen Schienbeinen? Verbrennungs-Muster und Tassenformen? Kopfschmerzen und Saisonale Getränke?

Oh, fuck, were his precise thoughts.

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Since it has been to long, I got around to Douglas Adams again – and at this paragraph I nearly swallowd the chair I was sitting on, at the time:
‘Earl Grey or Lapsang Souchong?’ called out Reg.  ‘It’s all tea bags anyway, I’m afraid. And none of them very fresh.’
‘Darjeeling will do fine,’ replied Richard.
‘Milk?’ called Reg.
‘Er, please.’
‘One lump or two?’
‘One, please.’
‘Er, what?

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency (Douglas Adams)

For some reason I also started to read the columns of Jeremy Clarkson – whom I up until now largely regarded as „that guy from that show bout cars“. Surprisingly, he has a rather balanced worldview and is a exceptionally witty writwer of columns. These are from his collection „And Another Thing: The World According to Clarkson. Volume Two“

I should also explain to those who have no allergies that the four most terrifying words in the English language, if you suffer from hay fever, are ‘shall’, ‘we’, ‘eat’ and ‘outside’.

Of course, there is no doubt that the world is warming up, but let’s just stop and think for a moment what the consequences might be. Switzerland loses its skiing resorts? The beach in Miami is washed away? North Carolina gets knocked over by a hurricane? Anything bothering you yet?

My eye was caught recently by a photograph in a magazine called The Spectator. It showed an old man in a nineteenth-century setting, and underneath it read ‘Samuel Hahnemann, the founder of homosexuality’. This seemed odd, partly because the old man in the photograph, with his mutton chops and his frock coat, looked about as gay as Sean Connery, and partly because I thought homosexuality had been invented long before the 1800s. I therefore plunged into the lengthy story that accompanied the photograph and pretty soon my curiosity turned to bewilderment. Because it just went on and on about alternative medicine. Only when I reached the end and turned back for a better look at the old man did I realise my mistake. Samuel Hahnemann was not the founder of homosexuality. He was the founder of homoeopathy.


The Title is from „The Algebraist“ by Iain M. Banks.

Jetzt gehts los

Die Wehen sind vorbei, die Druckerei hat anscheinend schon gearbeitet (nein, ich habe noch keine Belegexemplare in der Hand gehabt) und es geht los:

Das Buch ist fertig

Im Versand, und die Seite dazu ist online! (Hauptsächlich, weil ich auf der Photokina nicht dazu kommen werde, die Seite anzuschalten…). Und wer will, kann schon mal in den Anfang hinschauen: Beim Verlag hier.

Quotables. Part 4,02 von …

The idea that a handbag has something to do with style was backed up by a spokesman for Jimmy Choo, who said that if you have good shoes and a good bag you will look right. Rubbish. If you are fat and you have only one tooth there’s no handbag in the world that will mask the problem, unless you wear it over your head. And I don’t recommend that because if you put your head in a handbag it would take two years to find it again.

For crying out loud!: The world according to Clarkson (Jeremy Clarkson)

Spirituality: the last refuge of a failed human. Just another way of distracting yourself from who you really are.

Napalm and Silly Putty (George Carlin)

 “Does it work? Are they happier ?” “Sometimes. Mostly, no. It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.”

The Graveyard Book (Neil Gaiman)

Instead of warning pregnant women not to drink, I think female alcoholics ought to be told not to fuck.

Napalm and Silly Putty (George Carlin)

“What’s that?”

The Fifth Elephant (Terry Pratchett)