yesterday i went to see mr. scruff @ snowbombing = snowboard festival in villars in the swiss mountains.
the place was filled with attractive, very stylish and extremly lively english urbanites.
i did not speak to one person all evening.
well, except a very drunk irish man, who smoked cigars [!] and showered me with his spittle …
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mr.scruff tonite. snowbombing.com. it ll be good

hip hop:
sage francis ::: hey bobby
zack de la rocha [rage against the machine] & dj shadow ::: march of death
mac lethal ::: pass the ammo

art:
bush is borg

amazing stuff !!!
has there ever been such a creative and widespread movement opposing a war ???

today i received the following spam:
by: HotelCams
title: Watch Brad fuck a sheep in the ass slhfhrsodvwlfC|dkrr1frp

are you shure it is not the other way around? the sheep fucking brad ??? *hopefullglare*
and which brad you talking about?
so brad pitt is not only pro-war he is also a sheep fucker?
he the pitts, white trash, honkey bitch

finally some american actors [and artists] are taking a stand against the war. they tell it to us with their botoxed out expressionless faces, but still, the finally do.
in comes brad pitt and says he is pro-war…
now here’s a piece of news that got a totally mixed response from me.
on one hand i was totally shocked. what an idiot. how could he? he must be outta his pretty little head
on the other hand i wanted scream “strike” and dance around singing “told you so”. finally little mister perfect shows fault. the ladykiller admits how truely shallow he is.
hah, brad, why dont you go hang out with yer peabrain friends gw “LL” bu’shit and tony b.Liar.
or is this you already working on yer retirement plan?
wanna become the first genX president?

yesterday i went to see Young Boys - FC Basel.
great game.
young boys lost, so that was sad.
but what really pissed me off is the exsessive mentioning of sponsors in all imaginable situations.
blah!
say YB scores a goal, the speaker will immediatly afterwards piss you off by saying: ‘this goal was brought to you by … [place name of some taxicab company here]’ followed by an endless speech about the merits of this particular taxi.
when they announce the results from the other grounds, that’s brought to ‘you’ by some flicking mover’s company.
i mean if the sponsoring would at least be logical…
or do they mean to imply, that if i move to a different city i would not be a YB supporter anymore? well, think again …
and even our cherrished YB-viertelstund [the last 15 minutes of each game, when YB traditionally plays very well] is now sponsored by some bloody sponsor; i thankfully forgot whi it is. so see! it does not even work !!!

i am worried. i mean what’s next ?
‘this offside is brought to you by … [place name of some optician’s here]’ in refrence to the fact that the ref is obviously shortsighted …
or maybe:
‘diese blutgraetsche wurde ihnen praesentiert von [place name of some butcher here]’
or:
‘this red card [fuck you carlos varella!] was sponsored by … [place name of some company using red in their logo, maybe swiss?]’

and how about sponsoring useful things?
like somebody sponsoring my tickets and my food/beverages/programm etc.
i would be glad to say in a loud and clear voice: ‘this packet of crisps was brought to me by … [place your name here!]’ before digging in.
payment through paypal is possible…
cheerz!

you can finally buy my mix_cds with credit cards, paypal.
and you could even make a donation, but why would you … ?

oiii weiiii

a friend sent me this here pdf.
looks nice, but what the hell could it be for?
any ideas?
i am clueless …

:-? :-? :-?

first separating the laundry into heaps of whitish smelly sox and other heaps of blackish smelly sox and panties, untill you have in front of you mountains of smelly stuff.
then lifting up a first smelly basket, stumbling with it down the stairs, trying to hold your nose outta the way, if that is at all possible, which it never is! so you take a walk in smell.
next the soap-disaster. soap smell giving you an allergic attack. soap is ugly, made of bones. u hate soap. but smell is just a bit worse.
then timing the whole thing right as you don’t wanna come back down to the machine to find that some neighbor with greasy smelly hands dumped yer load, fortunately not his load, back out into the smelly basket.
and still to come: hanging all this wet, cold, lumpy stuff on the clothlines, separating [again!] sox and panties. pulling out sleeves that somehow got tangeled inside. opening knots.
hours of my valuable life are wasted with doing laundry. it happens every other week and it never gets better.

laundry is bad.
and i mean bad bad, not michael jackson good bad.
bad! please make it go away, please?

article number 1 in a series of articles about urban living in high-rise buildings written by p. townsend and p. plastic [??? now, who could that be ;-) ???]

so far the article is only available in german …