Aaaa, this is so cool, on the right there's a photo of Bob and her classmates taken some 10 years ago.Big discovery on the internet!
Cheers,mates!
Showing posts with label History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label History. Show all posts
Monday, April 07, 2008
Bob
Aaaa, this is so cool, on the right there's a photo of Bob and her classmates taken some 10 years ago.Big discovery on the internet!
Cheers,mates!
Monday, November 19, 2007
Prime time
Over the weekend, I visited my parents. It was literally a breath of fresh air, as they live at the mountain side.
But also, as they both are strong believers in the utility of a television set in a home (unlike me: I resisted their attempt to persuade me to buy a TV successfully over the past 5 years;-)), I found myself sitting on the couch and zapping through the dozens of channels cable TV provides my parents' home with.
And, of course, I landed among others on the show about Elodia. This Elodia is some woman missing since i dunno when, who is supposed to have been killed by her husband, my father informed me with a grin.
Thing is that they speak on a talk show about her. And what stunned me was, that they did 64 (!) episodes about her story so far.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but wonder: were somebody to do a show after my life tomorrow (of course without me being dead:-)), would it fill 64 episodes? Would it even fill 10? Or is my (somewhat short) life so far suffering from such a lack of sensational, that people wouldn't even proceed to the series, for it would be rejected after the pilot show? Would it be a cultural show or a sitcom? Or maybe even a soap-opera? Hmmm...maybe a smart documentary?Action movie? Thriller?
But also, as they both are strong believers in the utility of a television set in a home (unlike me: I resisted their attempt to persuade me to buy a TV successfully over the past 5 years;-)), I found myself sitting on the couch and zapping through the dozens of channels cable TV provides my parents' home with.
And, of course, I landed among others on the show about Elodia. This Elodia is some woman missing since i dunno when, who is supposed to have been killed by her husband, my father informed me with a grin.
Thing is that they speak on a talk show about her. And what stunned me was, that they did 64 (!) episodes about her story so far.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but wonder: were somebody to do a show after my life tomorrow (of course without me being dead:-)), would it fill 64 episodes? Would it even fill 10? Or is my (somewhat short) life so far suffering from such a lack of sensational, that people wouldn't even proceed to the series, for it would be rejected after the pilot show? Would it be a cultural show or a sitcom? Or maybe even a soap-opera? Hmmm...maybe a smart documentary?Action movie? Thriller?
What would you go with, were it your life to be filmed?
HERO OF THE DAY: Bob, for having such a sensationally un-sensational life.Monday, November 12, 2007
Second thoughts
Following a link I thought interesting, I landed on a website where you can create a website for loved ones who died.
Meanwhile, I familiarized with the fact that you can have a second life on the Internet, but now you can also have a second death. Wicked!
Meanwhile, I familiarized with the fact that you can have a second life on the Internet, but now you can also have a second death. Wicked!
How the kitten made my day
Today I met the kitten and the chick again for a short cup of coffee - a very short cup of coffee, as we all had shit to do...
However, in the short time we talked, the kitten managed to stunt me again: when looking back to the last 6 years of my life, he said, I can't see more than a dozen things I would do exactly the same if I had the choice.
Yeah, I answered, but if you hadn't lived the way you did, you wouldn't be the person you are right now anymore.
Yeah, the kitten answered, that's exactly my point.
I never was the reflective type - my life is a continuum of heres and nows, and I never really stopped to think about the past and what went wrong or right in my life. Actually, I always regarded the past as something that is given to you and that couldn't be changed.
But on second thought, actually, I think you could change something, as your individual past is build up of all your memories and the weight you give them in your personal history. And while facts cannot be altered, the way you relate to them can. So you can chose to have happy memories or sad ones, to have done wonderful things or wicked ones, and finally, to love who you have become or hate it.
HERO OF THE DAY: The kitten. He might not be able to change his past, but he is definitely able to change his future.
However, in the short time we talked, the kitten managed to stunt me again: when looking back to the last 6 years of my life, he said, I can't see more than a dozen things I would do exactly the same if I had the choice.
Yeah, I answered, but if you hadn't lived the way you did, you wouldn't be the person you are right now anymore.
Yeah, the kitten answered, that's exactly my point.
I never was the reflective type - my life is a continuum of heres and nows, and I never really stopped to think about the past and what went wrong or right in my life. Actually, I always regarded the past as something that is given to you and that couldn't be changed.
But on second thought, actually, I think you could change something, as your individual past is build up of all your memories and the weight you give them in your personal history. And while facts cannot be altered, the way you relate to them can. So you can chose to have happy memories or sad ones, to have done wonderful things or wicked ones, and finally, to love who you have become or hate it.
HERO OF THE DAY: The kitten. He might not be able to change his past, but he is definitely able to change his future.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
My, my, my, Delilah!
I just remembered some of my former issues. I missed it to get public with thoughts and emotions, guess i was too lazy and caught up in the everyday mess to stop and think.
Some time ago, I had a discussion with the little monkey about long distance relationships, and how they are hard to keep alive, but still the most intense type of relationship, because in the short time you actually are together you enjoy every single second.
The little monkey and I have a long distance "thing" of our own. It's not really a friendship, it's more some kind of communication over favourite movies. But it's still very special having our little quests of "who knows his movies best".
There's again the little mouse, with whom i share so much, that we actually are two of a kind. And the deer with her boyfriend, the meerkat, who were the first two persons to give me the feeling that i am worth loving after all. And the elephant back home, who just called me to complain about a girl he likes. She drives him crazy, tra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra...
When looking arround, I find all these nice persons, whom I often like and sometimes admire, but my little zoo with all those little characters I love and connect with is spread all over the world.
Actually, if I hold still and think, all my special things are long-distance. My best friends are long distance, two of my relationships were long distance for some time (the best two, i may add), some of the most impressing moments i had in life were - say it with me - long distance.
I guess long distance allows you to see only the good in people. It's like being part of this absolutely gorgeous '40s movie, where people don't ever take a piss, where they always smell good and where they are absolutely glamourous arround the clock. It leaves you with the feeling that you live in a sane world after all.
Am I just fooling myself? Maybe, but what keeps you going?
HERO OF THE DAY: The elephant, for telling me: "If you want me to, I'll call you, and if you don't, I'll still call you, because that means you really need me."
Some time ago, I had a discussion with the little monkey about long distance relationships, and how they are hard to keep alive, but still the most intense type of relationship, because in the short time you actually are together you enjoy every single second.
The little monkey and I have a long distance "thing" of our own. It's not really a friendship, it's more some kind of communication over favourite movies. But it's still very special having our little quests of "who knows his movies best".
There's again the little mouse, with whom i share so much, that we actually are two of a kind. And the deer with her boyfriend, the meerkat, who were the first two persons to give me the feeling that i am worth loving after all. And the elephant back home, who just called me to complain about a girl he likes. She drives him crazy, tra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra...
When looking arround, I find all these nice persons, whom I often like and sometimes admire, but my little zoo with all those little characters I love and connect with is spread all over the world.
Actually, if I hold still and think, all my special things are long-distance. My best friends are long distance, two of my relationships were long distance for some time (the best two, i may add), some of the most impressing moments i had in life were - say it with me - long distance.
I guess long distance allows you to see only the good in people. It's like being part of this absolutely gorgeous '40s movie, where people don't ever take a piss, where they always smell good and where they are absolutely glamourous arround the clock. It leaves you with the feeling that you live in a sane world after all.
Am I just fooling myself? Maybe, but what keeps you going?
HERO OF THE DAY: The elephant, for telling me: "If you want me to, I'll call you, and if you don't, I'll still call you, because that means you really need me."
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