still amazing: 60×1; also check out: kenneth tin-kin hung against the war

i am proud to announce that i just got done reading my first e-book and i was surprised to find out, that it is flicking possible. well, i must explain, i always thought i could not read on screen. but then that’s what i been doing for some years now; staring into this flicking screen - the one i am sitting on the other side of.
*waves ‘ello!*
i even read the e-book on my flicking palm! now that’s rad….

the book is a very nice read in fact, deliriously whacky science fiction. down and out in the magic kingdom is cory doctorow’s first novel, cory being one of the brains behind boingboing.net, one of the most thriving blogs around. the book can be found as a free download on craphound, in the formats .html, .doc, and even various pda-files.
why free? this is what the author says: excerpt from the note about this book “i’m releasing the entire text of this book as a free, freely redistributable e-book. you can download it, put it on your site, email it to a friend, and if you’re addicted to dead trees, you can print it.”
good point, well taken.

cory you are my hero!

errrr is one of my heroes, okay?

10 years! gasp! wow!

send chocolate instead of flowers!

i am in milano tonight.
inter milan - fc barcelona.

if you watch t on tellie, i am the guy with the sillz smile on his face, waving stupidly, starryeyed, with saliva running down from the side of his mouth….

oh, i will love it soooo much! nevermind

only in switzerland! - where the citizens are more cop-like than the cops themselves.

oh the embarassment!
i had a public fight yesterday.
what a shame….

here’s how: i was riding my bicycle in the city, there was some roadwork on the street ahead of me, traffic blocked, and i had to get onto a sidewalk for a short stretch. this fat ugly guy was heading straight towards me. i stopped to let him pass, but he got right in front of me and blocked my way. he got hold of my bike and was blocking it with his big fat ugly arms, demanding of me to get off the bike and walk.

unbelievable!

i asked him, if he was a cop. he said, no, but that he was a tax-paying citizen paying for these sidewalks and that he did not want any bikes on them.
i asked him to let me pass, he did not budge. i tried to push him aside, so i could drive on. then things got messy. he kicked the backwheel of my bike. i kicked his balls!
please understand; i simply had to make shure that this guy could not have any kids…. that was the least thing i could do.

god, do i hate this counrty!
please get me outta here…

excursion: the rise of aggression between pedestrians and bikers in inner-city traffic

what puzzles me is this rise in aggression from pedestrians towards people on bicycles. i hear this from lots of friends, it’s gotten worth and worth. i have this backlash-theory about this, wanna hear it?
in the 80’s and 90’s in switzerland, as in most of central europe at the time, the bicycle got back into fashion. but it became not only fashionable to ride a bike, it was even socially very rewarding, politically correct, to do this. the car was the common enemy against which bicycles and pedestrians formed an alliance together. it’s quite simple: cars can kill both people on bicycles and people on foot, while the other way is unlikly. have you ever heard of a cardriver killed in a accident with a bicycle?
cars are huge, smelly, dangerous. the drivers are protected in their box, seperated off from the rest of us, kings in their little micro-environment.
bike-riders noticed that for them the only way to survive against the car was to drive bold and fast.
while pedestrians had known all along that for them the only means for survival was to duck and cover.

so things started to change. maybe the hirearchy had shifted. of the three central players in modern urban innercity trafic, the car, the bicycle and the pedestrian, the pedestrian suddenly found himself on the bottom of the ladder. they now started to project their anger about this unfortunate position from the cars to the bike-rider. after all you can scream at a car as long as you want, to no avail, while the people on bikes will at least hear you.

so please you pedestrians out there:
remember, our enemy is the car!
we bike-riders have to drive like this in order to survive.
stop projecting your bent up frustrations on us.
we are family.
one love.
peace out.

okay okay, i admit it.
i did watch ‘wetten das?’ on saturday.
curiously enough this is something i only ever do, when i am in our house in the mountains - where we only get one channel.
‘wetten das?’ is the epitomy of german pop-culture, it’s so bad, that it becomes good again, you know?
it’s always time well spent! a sociological study in cultural pop-trash as the stars and starlette’s parade through.

plus: they did show j-lo ass in super slow-motion twice, dressed in a supershort skirt, as she was walking off the set.
unbelievable!
why isn’t anybody sueing ?
it’s like feminism never happend.

is it sunday? well i think i found the perfect thing then.

the following are patients complaints, collected by the nurses at a veneral disease clinic in st. paul. sex somehow does not look so tempting after reading them…
if you can stomach it, find the whole list here

“I have reason to believe my penis was exposed to LSD. When I ejaculate I have flashbacks.”

“I went to a party, had a few beers, woke up in a closet later on and my face stunk and my dick hurt.”

“How am I supposed to do lap dances smelling like a dead fish?”

“I got the dripper.”

“I have food chunks in my urine.”

“I be messin’ with my ex-wife and my girlfriend and I don’t trust either of them.”

“My whole body smells like a menstruating woman, especially my armpits.”

“From the looks of my penis, I believe they are sucking the adrenaline out of me.”

“I think they hypnotized me and put implants and poltergeists in my brain and had sex with me.”

“My pee smells like ham.”

my first image of the day as i opened my eyes this morning: a huge spider on the floor running towards my bed….
arrgggghhhhhh how awful!
and when i say huge, i mean HUGE! not quite hairy-legs-huge, but what-comes-just-before-that-huge…

my question is however: was it instant karma?

why? well, last night i was sitting in front of my computer, having fun, when this other huge spider came running into the room and headed straight towards my feet. i took a glass and put it over the spider, as you do, and then gently picked it up to try and carry it out. good buddhist that i am, i try never to kill any animals deliberatly. yet somehow two of it’s legs got stuck under the glass, and were ripped off. i felt bad, but what can you do? i could not really perform a leg-operation, since i am not a spider doctor [yet!].

so then the very next morning this other spider attacks me in bed… makes you think, huh…

have u read mrs buendchen’s - flicking ANGRY comment ?

it’s huge poetry!
contemporary, raw, great.

thanx so much!!!
[who are u? did u write this?]

been thinking about sex all day…
!!!???
one of these dayz huh…
not much to blog about… i guess
errrrrr ???
sex is sexy!

oh maybe this: here you can order the “i fucked [celebrity name here]” t-shirts that got gisele buendchen sooo flicking ANGRY