The Scarlet Stare

Of course I can not offer a Big Pink Bush, like Ms Scarlet ; and of course I will not supply images of towel model TURNER, like IDV & Ms Scarlet. So logically all that is left for me, is to present my gomjunigeider on a pink towel, ha !
Here you see the new one :

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Who would have ever thought that we’d use black tiles for “communication” ?

And here is for Your viewing pleasure, an image of the old gomjunigeider. Served for more than fifteen years : Well done !

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For What It’s Worth …

The Ilias , or Iliad (Ger., Eng.), without doubt one of the most important European works of art standing at the very beginning of our literature, starts with the words “Μῆνιν ἄειδε, θεά, Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος“, phonetic “/mɛ̌ː̂nin ǎei̯de tʰeǎ | pɛːlɛːiǎde͜ɔ akʰilɛ̌ː̂os”. I learned that it should be translated into German as “Den ZORN mir singe, oh Muse, des Peleussohns Achill'” – the first word is not “love”, not something about “Hey, I’ll tell yah an old story” (“Uns ist in alten mæren || wunders vil geseit / In ancient tales many marvels are told us”, as the Nibelungenlied (Ger., Eng.) starts) – no, the first word is “mῆνιν“, accusative of “mῆνις“, the wrath, der Zorn, der Groll des Achilles.
I am not Achileus, but at some points over the last days I felt more than anger, I was in a strange mood for days, maybe since last week, a mixture of anger, weariness, exhaustion even.
I could not read blogs, I barely looked into the news – listening to the radio in the morning and the evening while driving is really enough. I did not want to see somebody, listen to somebody. The only thing I was interested in regarding human interference was (and still is) a daily phone call in the evening with a loved person, anything else … I like the driving part of my job right now very well, driving into the light, see it change ; concentrate on the road, the vehicle, and nothing else.
My colleague of some years takes to her own things, it is benign neglect, if need be we work together, of course. I remember that at one point, it may have been last week, the days blur a bit into one, I established order in the vehicle when it all (seven year olds going berserk) pulled a little too much on my nerves, but it happened once, and it seems there is no need for a repeat. Nevertheless it is a very god thing that we have just one more week before the Easter holidays.
Terribly frustrating is the corona situation around here. The numbers of infected people rise daily, it will soon be around twentythousand. One can wait for the death toll to rise. The beds in ICUs are filling up. All this opening was stupid from the start (if I have to see the visage of one Saxonian PM again I’ll vomit over my keyboard ! These bastids pushed for it recklessly). There were enough voices raised by medical professionals who warned against this approach, of course ignored. A friend put it right, when he said that “opening up”, and hence accepting severe sickness and death for “business”, shows capitalism’s face in all its glory usually reserved for war times. It is just a matter of time until the next “lock down” will be unavoidable, like in Paris right now. Add the mis-management of the whole vaccination situation, and it is becoming even more damaging. The Brits have reached a vaccination rate of fifty percent of the adult population (as I read, did not verify, and want to believe), while here people are sent home despite them having a confirmed date, jumped through all the loops – but there is simply no goddam broth they could have injected in their arms ready, it is simply not available.
And on top of all this nonsense we have to learn that some oh so honourable members of diverse parliaments earned six figures sums and more by orchestrating “deals” with masks – some parliamentarians had seemingly absolutely no difficulties to reach Trumpian levels of greed. Sadly branding an “S” for “swine” on one’s forehead is no more punishing method around here, the cost of civilisation, I guess.
The final frustration was served by wordpress this evening : They simply do not allow me to upload a mp3-file for “security reasons”. Yes, wonder of wonders, I finally spoke into a device that recorded my voice, and produced said mp3-file. I thought that would be the bog standard solution, and wanted to finish my stupid rigmarole here with the long promised recording, but no, not even that. I think it is the first time in ages that I did not come up with a Sunday Music, or at least a “Sunday Music on XXX-day”, the self-recording could have been a meagre substitute. Right now I have no idea what to do about this, they surely will accept some stupid file format, I just have to find out. But, please excuse me, I am really royally brassed off right now. Service will be resumed on Sunday. Thank you for your patience.

Interlude

I do not like loose Enden, things just started / mentioned, and then forgotten or tossed aside ; feels always like a broken promise, a bit.
Due to circumstances, mainly my inability to develop an apt idea, and then the onslaught of the curse of the blogging & drinking (blinking ? drogging ? ) classes – work ! – I did not take part in the contest the venerated MsScarlet hosted in memory of our blogging friend LẌ : The “Did I Win Yet ?” competition, here the results. One should answer two questions (Q1 : b ; Q2 : b), and finally, in the important and artsy part, write down a quote, put it on a chair, and send in the result. Strange vogue that things on chairs, just saying. Yesterday evening I did what had to be done to take part : I grabbed a very soft pencil with my left fist, wrote down something I remember well having heared from L, put the paper on a chair and a little further down you will see the result. The text reads “Are we there yet ?”

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Die Botschaft. Sorry, not zoomable.

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And while we are at it : Here is the first picture I took this year – ah the unbearable symbolism :

Die Thüre

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And here is what I saw this midday three stories down :

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So sieht’s aus hier.

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