Thursday, June 25, 2009

Just Because You Close Your Eyes...

Seen on a handrail in San Francisco

Just because you close your eyes
doesn't mean the world disappears.

Is this good or bad?
Do you want the world to disappear or ar you scared that it might go away when you close your eyes?

For me it is both. Sometimes I just want to exist without any trace of world around me. Fortunately this is rare and in general I would really miss the world - my world - if it disappeared.
Hey world - don't dare to disappear!

A song from one of my favorite German bands "Wir sind Helden" explains that you are surrounded by the world - if you like it or not.

Es ist vorbei du bist umstellt
Um dich herum überall Welt
die dich nicht fragt was dir gefällt
die nur sagt: So ist es

Seen on a handrail in San Francisco.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

"Uuh Uuh" as an Order

Order for now: Listen to the old Blur track called "Song 2" and scream "uuh uuh".
I'm serious - do it -now!
Do it and write in a comment to this posting how it felt.

I just did it and the relieving effect surprises me every time.

PS: "Screaming" means you have to be loud.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Honey Melon Adolf

Every week there are free fruits in the company I work for. Fruits for the employees of a software company? Software developers are supposed to consume only Coke and chips you might plead.
Well, this is only partly true. Usually the free fruits are gone within 1-2 days.


This time it was a bit different because I started an experiment. Clandestinely I painted some strokes on a honey melon - just to see what would happen. My office was perfect for observing the situation because it is directly beside the kitchen.

From time to time I heard a voice saying "Oh, we have Hitler in our kitchen" or "I don't want to eat Adolf" or "this is disgusting" or simply "ha ha ha".

Guess what - the melon was still there after more than one week.

Dunno whether none of the guys dared to destroy the work of the unknown artist or whether the appetite for all things connected to the ugly mustache man is quite low in my company.

Finally one of my co-workers said "I am going to kill Hitler now" cut the honey melon into little cubes, put it on a plate and the colleagues made it vanish within one hour.

I hope the Germans can do a similar thing with all the dirty rotten remains of the ideas of this mustache monster that are still wafting around in some simple brains.

PS: Honey melons make my think of faces or heads quite often. Look [here...] for one of my old postings from June 2006.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Community Spirits / Hilo, Hawaii

I grew up in a very small village in Germany. One could think that community spirit was an essential part of the daily life.
Well, it took me some decades more and a city on Hawaii to get a clue about what I never understood as a teenager living on the countryside.

I spent some days in the relatively small town Hilo on Big Island. Hilo was very sleepy compared to the much bigger city Kona on the other side of the island. It was one of the best decisions I made on Hawaii to prefer the sleepy Hilo to the shiny Kona.

Terry, the guy at the reception desk of my hostel reminded me of the monthly street party this night because its stage was directly below the window of my dormitory.
He told me that some time ago some locals organized a party called "The Black & White Night" to raise money for a welfare project.
The guests were requested to appear in a black & white outfit and the party took place in the streets of the small city center.
The inhabitants liked the event so much that they decided to have a Black & White party every month.

Together with a fellow traveller I strolled the streets at night and was stunned. All the shops were open til late and decorated in B&W. Most of the folks were dressed or costumed in B&W too and dozens of local clubs organized some activity.

The atmosphere was very friendly and all the people were constantly greeting each other with hugs and laughter - everyone seemed to know everyone.

This group was on a kind of challenge trying to accomplish fun-tasks from a piece of paper like finding strangers singing a song or 10 people with a name starting with a certain character. We talked and it turned out that their church had a "Bring your neighbor" weekend. They invited me with a lot of very funny statements and laughter to their service on Sunday.
I never saw believers in Germany living their believes in such a positive and open way.

In one of the shops I saw some globes. While I was rotating one of them I realized how far away from home I was.

The kids danced on every junction and there wasn't a real distinction between audience and members of the band regarding enthusiasm.

The big Irish community knew best how to party and Heike and I watched some Irish girls dancing to the sound of a huge band consisting only of a single family. Really a kind of Hawaiian Irish Kelly Family. I loved it.

My evening ended in a fabulous candy shop. It was funny to watch the customers making a big fuzz about their personal selection of sweets.

I visited a street party in the small German town Herzogenaurach last weekend. It was the kind of event I saw a lot of times before in the last decades. Nothing spectacular but cosy and neat. Without the Black & White Night it probably would have been just one more boring countryside celebration. This certain night in Hilo, Hawaii, helped me to re-gain my sense for community spirit and enthusiasm a little bit. I enjoyed all the small activities like fishing for wooden fishes by the local Photo Club, the choir singing traditional German folk songs or even the very horrible band.
Thank you Hilo.

Four impressions from the town party in Herzogenaurach, Germany

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A Lot About Falling

Slacklining is a bit about balancing - and a lot about falling.
It is still interesting for me to realize that the falling part is really essential to overcome the fear.

Could it be that it is transferable for challenges in normal life, too? No learning without falling and stuff?

Sunday, June 07, 2009


"Nur wenige Menschen sind richtig lebendig
und die, die es es sind,
die sterben nie.
Nur wenige Menschen lieben wirklich,
und die, die es tun, vergisst man nicht."

Beim Abschied ist das Wort "Unüberspürbar" gefallen und ich konnte nur nicken, weil es so gut gepasst hat.

Mach's gut, Du verrücktes Huhn. Deine Energie ist nicht verpufft - ganz im Gegenteil.
Ich glaube zwar nicht, dass Du meinen Blog liest, aber lass Dir trotzdem gesagt sein, dass es sehr inspirierend war, Dich kennen zu dürfen.