11.07.2003
MATRIX 4 - THE PING PONG BATTLE?
11.06.2003
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Those have to be friends of Kazuma. Pretty versatile, and more than funny. It's not too new, I know, but it's still pretty damn cool. Probably better than "Matrix - The Revolution".
We've got a new couch to potatoe-out on. Two matching chairs, too. Ugly colours, but very comfortable. This puts me under pressure - I need to clean up and sort all the stuff that's still in boxes - a little over two months after we moved in. I know it has to be done, and I feel kinda good while doing it... But I still hate it. Sort 10.000 photos... Who wants to do the job for me? I'll pay in stickers!
I never caught myself thinking: "If mom could see me now." Not until a couple of weeks ago, that is. Nowadays, whenever I'm cleaning the kitchen, or tidying up paperwork, or doing anything else I never used to do, I can hardly think about anything else. I can't help it either. It's all good though. It was about time I started to sort the most important things. Bills, for example. I hear that taxes can be a mean motherfucker, so I prefer to be prepared.
There's some changes ahead concerning DavidLuther.com - I won't tell you what kind of change exactly, you'll see it anyway. And if you're wondering what I'm talking about: quit using DavidLuther.de, and you'll be rid of those annoying ads on the bottom. Long live the curb, and the folks that made it happen...
We've got a new couch to potatoe-out on. Two matching chairs, too. Ugly colours, but very comfortable. This puts me under pressure - I need to clean up and sort all the stuff that's still in boxes - a little over two months after we moved in. I know it has to be done, and I feel kinda good while doing it... But I still hate it. Sort 10.000 photos... Who wants to do the job for me? I'll pay in stickers!
I never caught myself thinking: "If mom could see me now." Not until a couple of weeks ago, that is. Nowadays, whenever I'm cleaning the kitchen, or tidying up paperwork, or doing anything else I never used to do, I can hardly think about anything else. I can't help it either. It's all good though. It was about time I started to sort the most important things. Bills, for example. I hear that taxes can be a mean motherfucker, so I prefer to be prepared.
There's some changes ahead concerning DavidLuther.com - I won't tell you what kind of change exactly, you'll see it anyway. And if you're wondering what I'm talking about: quit using DavidLuther.de, and you'll be rid of those annoying ads on the bottom. Long live the curb, and the folks that made it happen...
Even though I feel like I didn't sleep at all, I still managed to dream some ill shit. During my school days (they are long gone) I never got caught smoking the green stuff - until last night. For some reason I went back to what felt like my elementary school, and there were all kinds of crumpled up plastic bags on my desk. Un-crumpling one of them I saw that there were some little bags inside, like, two-gram-bags. They weren't even mine, but Angela Merkel still managed to come into the room at the wrong time, saying something to the likes of: "That was it now, wasn't it?" Shocker. Later it turned out she was on the wacky tobaccy as well. There were a couple of familiar faces from high school as well. Now I know why it's called high school.
Don't be fooled by the timecode to the postings - I'm nine hours faster, because the US is pretty fuckin' far behind.
Have a nice day.
Don't be fooled by the timecode to the postings - I'm nine hours faster, because the US is pretty fuckin' far behind.
Have a nice day.
11.05.2003
This is perfect, if you're hungry, but not done with your work yet. As I type this, I still have a page to write, but at the same time I'm waiting for my Lasagna. Yummy.
Yeah, I got back into writing a little. I'm not sure if I missed it. And, just in case you're wondering, I don't exactly label this blog as "writing". This just flows from my head and hands, it just happens - it's simply me about myself. Writing is something else. As I wrote yesterday, I transcribed a Blumentopf interview for Playboard Magazine (had theit new Photo Issue in the mail today - nice one)... Writing an intro for that one for example, that's writing. Writing about the COS series 2003 right now - that's writing (was I allowed to say that I do that?). As I said, I'm not too sure whether I missed it or not, but I'm having fun doing it. And if I get stuck, I simply write a bill. There's plenty of bills to be written. It makes me think of other stuff, and after a couple of minutes I can return to whatever it is that I'm working on, and type away like mad. The only bad thing about it: my back hurts. My shoulders, too. At the same time I know I'm producing something people will most likely like to read, so it's all good.
Damn... I wanted to write about something, but I forgot what it was. I'll move on to the next blog, maybe I'll remember.
Later!
Yeah, I got back into writing a little. I'm not sure if I missed it. And, just in case you're wondering, I don't exactly label this blog as "writing". This just flows from my head and hands, it just happens - it's simply me about myself. Writing is something else. As I wrote yesterday, I transcribed a Blumentopf interview for Playboard Magazine (had theit new Photo Issue in the mail today - nice one)... Writing an intro for that one for example, that's writing. Writing about the COS series 2003 right now - that's writing (was I allowed to say that I do that?). As I said, I'm not too sure whether I missed it or not, but I'm having fun doing it. And if I get stuck, I simply write a bill. There's plenty of bills to be written. It makes me think of other stuff, and after a couple of minutes I can return to whatever it is that I'm working on, and type away like mad. The only bad thing about it: my back hurts. My shoulders, too. At the same time I know I'm producing something people will most likely like to read, so it's all good.
Damn... I wanted to write about something, but I forgot what it was. I'll move on to the next blog, maybe I'll remember.
Later!
11.04.2003
Nice day today. I'm really learning to enjoy a self-made breakfast. It's still more comfortable to buy some somewhere, but right about now ... Eggs, toast, tea of choice, and, most importantly, all the time in the world. Gotta love that.
Finished typing the Blumentopf interview, added an intro, and that pretty much was my whole afternoon. Now I'm waiting for Ben Wes to call, for the gf to come home, and for the guy who called hours ago, telling me he'd drop by, bringing a couple million Euros with him. Wait - I might have dreamed that. in the mean time, I might just
play. Ah, no. Jo is home.
Finished typing the Blumentopf interview, added an intro, and that pretty much was my whole afternoon. Now I'm waiting for Ben Wes to call, for the gf to come home, and for the guy who called hours ago, telling me he'd drop by, bringing a couple million Euros with him. Wait - I might have dreamed that. in the mean time, I might just
play. Ah, no. Jo is home.
11.03.2003
Back ... Had to hurry for a not-as-pleasing-as-expected lunch, but on the way there I enjoyed another strange way of fate. I was just about to explode in the face of some dork pushing a bicycle who made me step into mud, when a new song came out of my headphones. It happened to be some old Genesis song, really quiet and nice. The upcoming outburst was stopped immediately, I still didn't want to hear that song, so I skipped to the next, which happened to be "Wenn Zonis Reisen" by Tefla & Jaleel. This made me think of Jan Richter (+3.Okt 2002), and the moment he crossed my mind, the sun came out. Knowing that Jan alone is responsible for the good weather, which the Splash!-Festival 2003 got to enjoy, I immediatly felt like I was in good company. The ways of my iPod are more than strange sometimes.
But back to Halloween. This Wal Mart I was talking about was packed with young families, and it seemed to me like none of those were really in control of their siblings. Kids were running around everywhere, putting everything they could find into their pockets, while young mothers were chasing them up and down the aisles trying to stop those little bastards from robbing the place. Actually, this was the only funny thing. Even though it got me scared a little. What happens when they grow up? Pretty funny as well were all those older employees that never even heard about Halloween but still had to run around in silly costumes. The worst thing was the noise though. Howling wolves and strange noises, mostly played in two-second-loop, in every fucking corner. The woman at the cashier obviously had had too much of this - she was crosseyed and barked while speaking. Arf, arf! Horrible. Fuck that.
The rest of the weekend? Nice. My hangover didn't stop me from shooting some decent pictures of "Wir Sind Helden", and the sunday consisted of basically nothing. That is, until Opa Cobra, Patrick Eling, and Tim Taylor raided our place and almost drank all of our Jim Beam. They even made me get out of my chill clothes, because they insisted on showing me some bar, but when I was ready to go, they had already forgotten that plan again. After another hour of pretty senseless babble between Opa and Patrick I asked what was up with that bar, and they were wondering why I was in such a hectic mood out of a sudden. They weren't really able to say goodbye to our kitchen and ended up standing around trying to freestyle rap ... At some point I was fed up with it, kicked 16 bars off the top of my head, and told them what was on my mind. Pretty much put a verbal foot up their asses ... That was fun. After that no one seemed to be interested in rapping anymore, and we were finally out of the door. I checked out the bar, went back home, and enjoyed an evening with the gf. Large dinner, cinema, a nice walk through downtown Hamburg ... What a good evening that was. What a good weekend that was! I need more of those. Minus folks that come unannounced and empty my bar, of course. That sucked.
Hamburg is not that cold anymore and the next days are supposed to be nice. Maybe I'll manage to pull Patrick off the bottle to shoot some pictures with him, but it seems like quite a task. Keep your fingers crossed.
Read Danny, if you're capable of the german language. Really funny.
But back to Halloween. This Wal Mart I was talking about was packed with young families, and it seemed to me like none of those were really in control of their siblings. Kids were running around everywhere, putting everything they could find into their pockets, while young mothers were chasing them up and down the aisles trying to stop those little bastards from robbing the place. Actually, this was the only funny thing. Even though it got me scared a little. What happens when they grow up? Pretty funny as well were all those older employees that never even heard about Halloween but still had to run around in silly costumes. The worst thing was the noise though. Howling wolves and strange noises, mostly played in two-second-loop, in every fucking corner. The woman at the cashier obviously had had too much of this - she was crosseyed and barked while speaking. Arf, arf! Horrible. Fuck that.
The rest of the weekend? Nice. My hangover didn't stop me from shooting some decent pictures of "Wir Sind Helden", and the sunday consisted of basically nothing. That is, until Opa Cobra, Patrick Eling, and Tim Taylor raided our place and almost drank all of our Jim Beam. They even made me get out of my chill clothes, because they insisted on showing me some bar, but when I was ready to go, they had already forgotten that plan again. After another hour of pretty senseless babble between Opa and Patrick I asked what was up with that bar, and they were wondering why I was in such a hectic mood out of a sudden. They weren't really able to say goodbye to our kitchen and ended up standing around trying to freestyle rap ... At some point I was fed up with it, kicked 16 bars off the top of my head, and told them what was on my mind. Pretty much put a verbal foot up their asses ... That was fun. After that no one seemed to be interested in rapping anymore, and we were finally out of the door. I checked out the bar, went back home, and enjoyed an evening with the gf. Large dinner, cinema, a nice walk through downtown Hamburg ... What a good evening that was. What a good weekend that was! I need more of those. Minus folks that come unannounced and empty my bar, of course. That sucked.
Hamburg is not that cold anymore and the next days are supposed to be nice. Maybe I'll manage to pull Patrick off the bottle to shoot some pictures with him, but it seems like quite a task. Keep your fingers crossed.
Read Danny, if you're capable of the german language. Really funny.
Apologies. Of course I should have written an E-Mail right away, I know that I started this mishap. Seriously. I'm sorry.
Thank you, Kazuma, for your wonderful thought about Halloween - Karneval is more than enough, I totally agree. Went shopping last friday ... The Wal Mart was halloweenerd-out to the fullest. It must have been the most horrible thing I've ever seen (so it kind of was what they wanted to accomplish), but when I see people that don't seem to know how to even fucking spell Halloween encouraging kids to sceam at the top of their lungs and the record lies at 122 dezibel ... I'M OUT. There were shitloads of young families... Hold on, phone rings...
Gotta jet. I have a lot to tell - come back later.
Thank you, Kazuma, for your wonderful thought about Halloween - Karneval is more than enough, I totally agree. Went shopping last friday ... The Wal Mart was halloweenerd-out to the fullest. It must have been the most horrible thing I've ever seen (so it kind of was what they wanted to accomplish), but when I see people that don't seem to know how to even fucking spell Halloween encouraging kids to sceam at the top of their lungs and the record lies at 122 dezibel ... I'M OUT. There were shitloads of young families... Hold on, phone rings...
Gotta jet. I have a lot to tell - come back later.
