angry old money. angry with the new euro currency. but new peoples come, old peoples have to go... (via camp catatonia).
what the heck? i still cannot get through to the brandnew antville site, either due to my provider's dns latency or because mac os x does something like a cached nslookup itself... anyway, i know how gorgeous antville now is. the best antville so far. congratulations, robert!
update: now it's working (~18h)...
a collection of idiotic names. totally up the pole!
i prefer to rather not listen to the songs and i am even glad that the already-poor attendants of the international song contest spare most of austrian's unmercyful musical ouput... well, no mercy with them, either.
that's all my eye and betty martin!
database of english-german idioms.
would you believe that i will be at the viennese hofburg tonight wearing a borrowed suit jacket and joining a bunch of weirdos in smokings and costumes which normally gather at lectures about electrical engineering or construction statics? well, although i can't pair dance at all and probably will be looking like a crooked picture from the 7ties with my fat blue tie, i was persuaded to attend the "ball der technik", the annual ball of the technical university of vienna! – provided the bouncers really let me in.
i must have been either quite exhilarated or pretty sleepy at that morning of my consent...
i think i'll take my el cheapo camera with me and some pictures (as crooked as my look) back home for alo.
update: the bouncers made me buy a bow-tie because a simple tie was against dress code (probably a symbolic act of schüssel nostalgia). but this was just a short bothering intermezzo. it did not stop monika and me from getting into the ballroom blitz. inside, we met matthias, one of the platzer brothers.
being my first viennese ball it was a really fascinating experience. wondering about all the hidden choreographies of such an event (not only regarding the dances) i spotted some very beautiful dresses.
if you should be interested in watching how a car (a volkswagen, to be precise) is built you can watch it at "die gläserne manufaktur". this is the first time i have seen animated 3d panorama movies...
the new scientist is doing an experiment in open source: "good ideas are worth money, so why are people giving them away for free? this week, new scientist is doing something no other mainstream magazine has – publishing an article under what's known as a 'copyleft'. we're helping test one of the boldest ideas of our time. the outcome is up to you. to read the article, go to [...] newscientist.com. there, you can provide feedback, copy the article, redistribute it, modify or reissue it, without worrying that you've violated our copyright" (via pimi via xhrc-list. the "hrc" in xhrc stands for hypermedia research center, the "x" probably for exclusive).
a most likely differences between an article in a weblog and an article in an online newspaper about one and the same topic probably are the bloat factor and the use of words like "trend".
these lovely blue midgets!
remember the smurf's communist leanings? it just came to my mind that i always wondered why the cat of gargamel (who gets connotated in the cartoon as the bad guy) is called "azrael" – at the time only by intuition, ie. thinking of the homophone "israel".
azrael is another name for "ariel" or "uriel" (and some say the cat was called "uriel" in earlier times). obviously this name refers to a priest or one of the archangels (the angel of death) but there is a strong emphasis on jewish history.
adding gargamel's appearance as "a parody of a stereo-typical jewish man with dark hair and prominent features" one probably could come to the conclusion that the smurfs are not communists at all, but merely aryan puppets similar to right-wing terrorist groups like the us-american ku-klux klan.
however, political propaganda always tend to pocket popular symbols for the sake of her ideology, either as evangelism or as determent. and maybe, very maybe, communism and national-socialism have more in common than most of us would want to admit?
flames, please.