I arrived in Cadiz yesterday night – bunk – slight dizzle – now straight to the port Amerika, show my sailor self, do some fancy knotwork, ahoi capitano, vas a Gran Canaria?
Song of the day: Creep – Radiohead (Gare du Nord Version)
x fingers, will you?
San Fernando / Napoleon / Adieu
After Jud’s math we slept about one hour this night. I guess this meeting was too young for being able to spend a last night before an uncertain period of time of separation… So along the line of Norwegian BlackDeath titans “no dreams breed in breathless sleep”
Continue reading →Aquarelle und Digitale Kriegsführung / watercolours and digital warfare
KEep your hands off computers and electronic devices which are not your own, otherwise it might end in … ?!? … ??? … £#%! … #!666!*% …
Continue reading →der Goldene Mittelweg / ZEN
Well shit, this text just gotten deleted due to lack of caffeine while editing the 22nd century version of this post. Sorry guys, just copy paste the German version into google translate…
Schoengeistiger Input: der Goldene Mittelweg ist heute zum Mittelpunkt eines Gespraechs zwischen Judith und mir geworden…
Continue reading →I Hate Facebook & Strings keep breaking
Due to the fact that the first post was only for the Swiss facebook-hate folks (yes, we are not all and always that neutral, you know!), I tell you about my real day, because the before mentioned blog was merely an apologize (and teasing a little, because Facebook is no evil, nor is the Internet, it is the user…blabla sort of adult talk).
Continue reading →and all of a sudden…
Well, you cannot really explain the whole thing. Is it the day, the weather (Sevilla feels shitty with 25 degrees, there has to be at least 33 degrees that people don’t even go out of the house), the approaching full moon (hope this is not the reason, or I’ll go apeshit on the 23rd of September, all Sevillians running around
Continue reading →You can’t play on broken strings / Sie can’t Spiel auf defekten Schnüren (babelfish.com)
You can’t play on broken strings means as much as: go out in the morning (after a delicious breakfast… yeah, I keep telling that, but it is delicious. No, not the…, well yeah, too, but, you know, …ah, forget it!) having a Tom Waits-scruffish …
Continue reading →AutArKTIONismus / autArCTIONism
Today, after another splendid breakfast with my dear Judith (dude, think what you want, right! 🙂 I spent the afternoon together with Luciano at a SQUAT-lunch provided for families and friends. 2 Euros a meal…
Continue reading →The man who listens to the river
Episodic memory in stream of thought: late morning wake after a night of charging batteries – beautiful breakfast with Judith – shaved my head again (without shaving foam, I wouldn’t recommend this method) – off to a birthday party of Eva, Judith’s dear friend – coffee – el Corte Ingles (suxxxxxx) – on Luciano’s roof garden
Continue reading →Judith Mata
Who am I to guess what happens when you pass a door in one of the many “calliers de Sevilla”. You “hola” a girl and she “hola” ‘s back. What is on your mind right then, after a short look into a very beautiful Spanish face, sitting on the threshold in front of a great wooden door, long colorful skirt over her knees, which are bent to the body…
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