icann – the movie. all the world is a stage at icann.

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haboglabobloggin' revealed (pt.iii): i finally succeeded in napstering bernard wright's "haboglabotribin'". i think i mention this correlation only in my description at euroblogs... interesting.

not too long ago, the track was sampled by snoop doggy dogg ("g'z and hustlaz") and in the eighties joseph bowie and his defunkt people used that piece in a song called "self disclosure" (which seems to be so damn tough rare that i request it via euroranch on demand).

haboglabobloggin' is an amusement park it's there for you from dawn to dark lots of things that you can ?#*% and ice cream, ice cream, §!$%.

i would not boast my stomach being the strongest but still one that can cope even with quite disgusting things (e.g. natto). however, it became quite slack when i accidentally zapped to that horrific video of the jerusalem wedding disaster being showed at euronews.

at telepolis ernst corinth is upset that cnn links to a streamlined internet version of the video. rightfully, the reader comments state that it already was shown almost everywhere and ask if web writers tend to factor out traditional publishing channels.

nevertheless, this video is worth a discussion. it looks so much like a perfect stunt in an average catastrophe movie that for most viewers it probably won't make any difference from fiction. and that scares me slightly. just as it did when a friend of mine stated that he did not feel emotional about it. the same friend once was shocked when there was circulating an audio recording with the last words on a cockpit voice recorder shortly before the airplane crashed.

that leads me to the conclusion that it might depend on one's daily constitution whether or how much one feels or doesn't feel about the perpetual tragedy that's surrounding us.

recently i witnessed the fictional kaycee story being taken for the truth. now a real drama impends to be taken for fiction. is there a perversion gaining weight? or just the disillusion of an ordinary epidermis among numb bodies?

lots of test cards and even more of those at the test card circle.

we have been at the good old bluebox the other night and concentrated on worldshaking textile questions: what's that pattern called "pepita" like? is it really the same as the hahnentritt or esterhazy pattern? and what about paisley? how would you draw that thing?

actually, we were all pretty wrong as those hilarious scans [1, 2, 3] might prove. only this chequered pattern probably comes close to the real vichy.

certainly, it got later, we became spirituously and the drawings more and more weird. i don't have a clue what the "calamari pattern" has to do with all of this, not to mention the "carinthian cheese bean"...

i wish apple would have an order tracker showing where those neat parcels loiter around at the moment. well, meanwhile i am nuzzling through the x-related stuff at res excellence, macosx.com and macosx.org. not to mention macintouch, macnn and macslash.

süddeutsche zeitung: "tüftler versuchen, telefonnummer, e-mail-adresse und postanschrift zu vereinigen. eine idee wurde nun von einem schwedischen ingenieur präsentiert".

0.3.8.1.2.9.8.9.4.e164.arpa – does this really make sense? i mean, besides the fact that not all humans easily read numbers from right to left, who could tell with just one look if a letter belongs to oneself or to the neighbours? that's why i like the way phone numbers are communicated in the states, e.g. 1-800-MY-APPLE or 1-800-UPYOURS. wouldn't that be a good concept to model the holistic address for the future?

what i do understand, however, is that i need to be drunk to watch stefan raab or a german bundestag debate. with a few promille that's quite entertaining and i even laugh about some of the jokes. when i am sober again, i wonder if most of the germans might have a serious alcohol problem.

the reason is probably that there are no cluetrain books for television wrights or politicial pates, yet. and very likely there won't be any, ever...

i'll probably never understand people looking for friendship via the web while being emotionally too twisted to have a proper relationship to the person next door. same for people caring more about a distant phantom apparently being ill from leukemia than rather giving some respect to a close relative's health disabilites. is it simply natural, er, human that the farside concerns us more than the touch of proximity? do we hope to be more reluctant when we reach out far away from where we failed? nah, it's just that american moralelastic acting.

or yet another marketing strategy for yet another emotional overload from hollywood.