it's nice to be number one at msn search for the term "futkarli". rock'n'roll!

btw. if you have seen the movie "lost in translation" you probably got fooled by the stupid idea japanese people could only say "lock'n'loll". (and just for a bad larf.) in fact, japanese cannot pronounce the "l" at all and thus say "ribingu rumu" for "living room".

the smartypanted nitpicker has spoken.

btw. i still wonder why none of the movie's reviews offered the slightest reflection about charlotte's travel to kyoto.

people there told me they moved away from tokyo to escape the megalomanic urban madness of shinjuku. in fact, kyoto represents the traditional japan. it's green, quiet and comfortable.

thus, i am still uncertain if this somehow misplaced and quite irritating movie scene is a pretty reactionary twist or a beautifully poetic subtlety of the plot (just as my mood goes).

figlet is a program for making large letters out of ordinary text, e.g.

             _____ __  
       ____ |__  // /__
      / __ \ /_ 

too much msg after two dinners of asian food. and my mind feels like chewing-gum.

wicked! douglas crockford provides a browser-based jslint to scan a source javascript file for problems and errors. (via Henso.com.)

thus, i already learnt that there is the === operator which does not do type coercion (ie. 0 === "" returns false while 0 == "" returns true).

WMTSongs 1974-1997: heidisan, heidi, 'eidi, heidi and heidi. via euroranch notes.

Karen Lehrman: "The Decline of Fashion Photography. An Argument in Pictures".

drum machine.

both links via kutter.

...is fear itself.

tagesschau.de: "Ann Moore, Chefin des US-Verlages 'Time' stuft die Blogs noch wichtiger als die Konzentration der Medienindustrie ein. Ihr macht die 'Verbreitung unkontrollierter Medien im Web mehr Angst als alles andere'".

the strange thing is, though, that i did not find any reference to where moore could have made this statement, only german quotes. does anyone know the source?

note to self: avoid to mention that you accidentally noticed this weblog became four years old already in december.

dammit.

wie es wohl ist, wenn man eines tages einer verflossenen liebe sagen müsste: mit dir hätte ich das nicht geschafft.

one more time...

"keine atempause, geschichte wird gemacht." – fehlfarben, "ein jahr (es geht voran!)"