Thursday, November 29, 2012
Is Father Christmas a Communist?
He obviously is A red.
And he has a beard like Fidel Castro. Stalin had one too, Lenin had one. Even Hitler grew a beard, and the latter at least was a (national-) socialist.
Like the red-commie Cubans he can´t afford a decent car (Acura, Mercedes-Benz) and still has this shady old clunker-sleigh.
And he´s giving away free shit (like in social security free!!!) to kids.
W.W.J.D.?
What would J. Edgar Hoover do?
Sunday, November 11, 2012
The Antidote
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Drugs are good. Drugs are our mates!
The funny thing about drugs is: they don´t actually work. At least not the way they are expected to. I mean: life is grey, dull and boring. And drugs are supposed to be UBER. Yeah well, still searching.
One of the worst things I know… I mean: heard of… is being on a coke come down. You can´t really sleep. You are fragile, sensitive, not paranoid but you can´t stand disapproval. Or in hippie-terminology: You need someone to hug you, without prejudice. No judging. Sometimes it lasts for days. That´s the only disadvantage of coke, well… and drugs in general: the come down.
On a meta-layer of experience: I tried a lot in my days. But I was never able to reach for the lasers, touch the sun. It still was: dull. Usually it is around 4 a.m. when I quit. I start drinking water or redbull instead of beer. Don´t need another bump. It´s not that I do not want to. I do. But I feel: That´s the peak. There is no more. Even with the best drugs in the world, I wouldn´t be able to reach the maximum. Fucking hell! What´s wrong with me? Where´s the fucking edge for Pete´s sake?!
Meta experience as well: The other night we came home from heavy partying, my last line was like two hours ago, had a beer, had another joint nothing too big. I popped some Mirtazepan to have at least some sleep but eventually I woke up around 9. Tried to sleep for another hour. No way. Got up. Grabbed my stuff and sneaked off. Went to friends of mine where I was supposed to stay that weekend. No. No coffee please. Thank you. Got a toast, some water. No, please. Don’t look me in the eyes. Man, was I down! Do they realize what´s going on here? Do they know? Fuck.
I mean: I was the best, peaceful, endearing person ever. Little insecure, but still. That is the bright side though: you are the absolute opposite of an asshole in those moments.
My little one did not have a good afternoon nap. She was lying on the floor crying. Her mommy, her daddy, her brother: nobody was able to calm her down. She was just lying there, crying. She´s only 15 months. I took her. Held her in my arm…all of sudden she was quite, calming down. That felt good, to be honest. I mean, couple of hours I was on heavy drugs big time. And now there´s a little one that trusts me. Trusts me enough to calm her down. Okay, maybe it was the scent of beer and hops from my hoodie…but still.
Later on I took her and my tall one to a playground. Lots of children there, parents. But cool parents. Parents the way I want to be – later. That was the best come down ever. That really got me down to earth. I just took care of them. They wouldn´t judge me.
Did I put those kids to a risk? I mean, I am a good person, always have been. But no human being with just a hint of responsibility would give a child to someone who´s been partying just a couple of hours ago, right?
On the other hand, the moments I behaved in the worst ways, I was drunk (…and in the company of other grown-ups, no little ones around). But a whole lot of parents gets pissed right next to their children. That´s way worse.
Children – just awesome. Best trip ever
Drugs are good. Drugs are our mates!
The funny thing about drugs is: they don´t actually work. At least not the way they are expected to. I mean: life is grey, dull and boring. And drugs are supposed to be UBER. Yeah well, still searching.
One of the worst things I know… I mean: heard of… is being on a coke come down. You can´t really sleep. You are fragile, sensitive, not paranoid but you can´t stand disapproval. Or in hippie-terminology: You need someone to hug you, without prejudice. No judging. Sometimes it lasts for days. That´s the only disadvantage of coke, well… and drugs in general: the come down.
On a meta-layer of experience: I tried a lot in my days. But I was never able to reach for the lasers, touch the sun. It still was: dull. Usually it is around 4 a.m. when I quit. I start drinking water or redbull instead of beer. Don´t need another bump. It´s not that I do not want to. I do. But I feel: That´s the peak. There is no more. Even with the best drugs in the world, I wouldn´t be able to reach the maximum. Fucking hell! What´s wrong with me? Where´s the fucking edge for Pete´s sake?!
Meta experience as well: The other night we came home from heavy partying, my last line was like two hours ago, had a beer, had another joint nothing too big. I popped some Mirtazepan to have at least some sleep but eventually I woke up around 9. Tried to sleep for another hour. No way. Got up. Grabbed my stuff and sneaked off. Went to friends of mine where I was supposed to stay that weekend. No. No coffee please. Thank you. Got a toast, some water. No, please. Don’t look me in the eyes. Man, was I down! Do they realize what´s going on here? Do they know? Fuck.
I mean: I was the best, peaceful, endearing person ever. Little insecure, but still. That is the bright side though: you are the absolute opposite of an asshole in those moments.
My little one did not have a good afternoon nap. She was lying on the floor crying. Her mommy, her daddy, her brother: nobody was able to calm her down. She was just lying there, crying. She´s only 15 months. I took her. Held her in my arm…all of sudden she was quite, calming down. That felt good, to be honest. I mean, couple of hours I was on heavy drugs big time. And now there´s a little one that trusts me. Trusts me enough to calm her down. Okay, maybe it was the scent of beer and hops from my hoodie…but still.
Later on I took her and my tall one to a playground. Lots of children there, parents. But cool parents. Parents the way I want to be – later. That was the best come down ever. That really got me down to earth. I just took care of them. They wouldn´t judge me.
Did I put those kids to a risk? I mean, I am a good person, always have been. But no human being with just a hint of responsibility would give a child to someone who´s been partying just a couple of hours ago, right?
On the other hand, the moments I behaved in the worst ways, I was drunk (…and in the company of other grown-ups, no little ones around). But a whole lot of parents gets pissed right next to their children. That´s way worse.
Children – just awesome. Best trip ever
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Game Changer
My new
phone came today. Okay: lame. But that´s not the point. A couple of years ago,
I had a drink with my professor. He is…well, old fashioned. He is a paper guy. It
is only news if you can print it and wrap your sandwiches in the next day.
Period. Even back in the day …EeePcee´s were the next big thing… I could not
agree. When I woke up in the morning, first thing I switched on my computer
then go to the bathroom. During my first cups of coffee I browsed my favorite
news-sites then went off to university or work. That was – and is – my breakfast
routine.
Around this
time we sat with the editor-in-chief of Spiegel Online, Rüdiger Ditz. (SpOn is
like the CNN of German online news.) He said, the publishers in Germany (!)
were planning something big, something that would be a revolution in online
journalism. I am still waiting. But there was a lot of progress in the field of
hardware during the last three years. Most important: tablet-computers and
smart phones.
Back at the
“paper” I work for, we founded only a few weeks ago a new department: mobile
media. Okay, we try to sell apples Ipad in a special LVZ-version to the less
smart of our readers, so we are in need of some custom content. But still: tablet-computers
and smart phones are a game changer.
You
couldn´t read the paper on your laptop in the subway, or on the
breakfast-table, while waiting at the dentist. It was just inconvenient. But
not with smart phones and tablet computers. It is as easy to handle as a
newspaper, with the multi-media applications of any given online news product.
Furthermore: everyone has a smart phone or a tablet. Even the … how to put it delicately…
less fortunate in terms of education. Reach! Fucking reach! A whole new market.
Ad sales will go through the roof!
Plus. Yeah,
there still is another plus. Mobile hardware provides a whole lot of new
advertising models. GPS and stuff. Whilst you´re reading a text about fatal
heart-diseases due to red meat and carbonated drinks, there could be ads for
sushi-restaurants and organic food stores popping up. Shit like that.
I hope it´s
a big time money maker. Need a Porsche.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Election Night
Well, over here, it already is election night. So, who´s gonna make it?
Read some old Thompson articles the other day on the ´88 campaign. Good stuff. A group of whore-mongers, villains, crooks, scum of the earth. I guess, that´s what it takes.
Four years ago, they - all the girls, the students, the leftists, everyone - got super excited about Obama. Like a Jesus model II, the better and improved version who´s giving away candy and free vodka-shots. He still has a 90 somewhat percent approval rate in Germany and the EU.
But their expectations were too high. They got disappointed. I saw it coming even before the election.
What I thought on day one B.O. : No matter how cool he is, how much power he can crank up, it takes more than just one man to save the world, or the U.S. for starters.
I like to think of Obama as a cool guy with whom you can go out have a beer, have a little fun. A decent guy - not a crook. Works for me, don´t expect too much.
Over here we have a saying: The office changes a man more than a man changes the office. If he managed to stay upright for the most of his first term...That´s more than most people would have been able to. It´s a crazy war out there in the politics theater ...the most ruthless occupation ever.
What ever the morning brings...don´t mean nothing. Not a thing.
I just don´t feel ready for a 45th president of the United States.
Read some old Thompson articles the other day on the ´88 campaign. Good stuff. A group of whore-mongers, villains, crooks, scum of the earth. I guess, that´s what it takes.
Four years ago, they - all the girls, the students, the leftists, everyone - got super excited about Obama. Like a Jesus model II, the better and improved version who´s giving away candy and free vodka-shots. He still has a 90 somewhat percent approval rate in Germany and the EU.
But their expectations were too high. They got disappointed. I saw it coming even before the election.
What I thought on day one B.O. : No matter how cool he is, how much power he can crank up, it takes more than just one man to save the world, or the U.S. for starters.
I like to think of Obama as a cool guy with whom you can go out have a beer, have a little fun. A decent guy - not a crook. Works for me, don´t expect too much.
Over here we have a saying: The office changes a man more than a man changes the office. If he managed to stay upright for the most of his first term...That´s more than most people would have been able to. It´s a crazy war out there in the politics theater ...the most ruthless occupation ever.
What ever the morning brings...don´t mean nothing. Not a thing.
I just don´t feel ready for a 45th president of the United States.
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