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Long & boring mid-life-crisis-blah ahead. Better skip it, there’s not even (slightly) interesting music in the links.

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Not the best of ideas to crawl through youtube with a line of text in one’s head, like “Why don’t you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see, and Baby do you like it?”
I heard variations of it in my head, but it always was Mr Plant calling at me, and finally I identified it as a line from Led Zeppelin’s Misty Mountain Hop. “There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin’ / Ah, not trying to fight it.”
Exactly.
I looked into a mirror, and tried to describe what I see. It is not flattering. Maybe all this greyish non-colour is just a trick of the lightning ? The thinning hair – there is no real translation for the German word schütter that sadly describes it all too good ; the wrinkles under the nose and around the mouth, hewed in with a dull axe – thankfully glasses hide the bags under the eyes.
No, I do not like it.
“Misty Mountains” – ah ja, Flucht, escape. As if there would be a possibility to hide.
Why not go ? EH ?!

For the first time, since a very long gone & unhappy day, I feel alone. Not lonely – there are people, who are near me and to whom I am allowed to be near, people in whose life I am a part, perhaps even an important one – but a daily phone call is not the same like jump into the elevator, walk into the kitchen, cook a meal, spend an evening, living together.
Over time, over the year, über’s Jahr, I will move too. I do not want to stay alone here. Feeling left behind.
So I check websites for jobs in the area, for rooms to rent, try to imagine an other existence in a different place. Why not live in a village, work in the administration there ? What do I want ? What do I need ? What can I afford ?
All I know is that Led Zeppelin’s music does not help me here. I watched interviews with Jimmie Page, and all I could think is : Gosh, darling, you are old and frail – quit it, please. I then trundled to tapes with Waddy Wachtel, and Keith’s X-Pensive Winos – all old white dudes, who hide their bellies behind long black t-shirts, and play music from yesteryear. In Wachtel’s case at least with some furor that has to be admired.
So what has the tragedy of these men to do with me ?
The Stones, The Who, Gentle Giant, of course Steely Dan, achherrjemineh, all this was the soundtrack of my youth, and I wanted it to stay the soundtrack of my adult years. I stuck with this music, never developed a feeling towards Hip’n Hop, found Grunge laughable, like all what was pushed ever since, after Punk and NDW.
There is so much to discover in music – but I always returned to those noisy idiots from the late sixties to the early seventies, basically white dudes with guitars.

I always was too passive, I always allowed things to happen – what is basically not a bad feature – but I never found the “umpf” to make things happen. And that is not good, especially in the long run. Now I am in “the middle of my life”, what is nonsense – I am in my earl fifties, what means that I have, in the best case, another thirty years to live. I can not repeat what I have done, I can not go on repeating how I met situations in my life : I can not go on and react the usual way !
I have to change something. I can not keep on listening to old Stones records and assume it is going on this way, as it clearly never was – I must change.
A friend’s re-construction of life took a little bit more than two years. It was successful, hard and demanding, but successful. What teaches me (a) that such an enterprise is possible, with the correct amount of preparation, and a little luck of course. And (b) that the whole effort is worth it.
I do not want to end like Keith and other heroes of my youth, who seemingly endlessly repeat what they have started forty or more years ago. I can not stay in this dead-end job for the next – what ?! – twenty years ? I can not stay in this appartement that slowly kills me, until I finally succumb to the dust : At one point, not so far away, it will be down to “Breath” or “Books” – and I am not sure who’ll win.
But I know that I can lose.
And, as the last move showed me, I have not the power anymore, my body becomes weak.

Summa summarum : I have to collect my brains together, check out the area I wish to live in, search for a job there, and get rolling. And I have to get rid of old routines : I’m not Keith …

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… Maybe …

Long & unfunny nonsense ahead, sorry.

Over the last few days I read not only texts about, but also by the chief advisor of the orange actor-in-chief (for example here, follow the links in the article to the original sources). Boy – it is much worse than I thought.
I will not, by any means, discuss contents, the man’s worldview or ideology. This is absolutely futile. I am interested in the actual situation and what follows, especially for Europe. The White House is now a court, go and read your Macchiavelli : It is all about “simulatio” and “dissimulatio”. Nothing else.
I think the advisor faces two problem areas, one is the “instrument”, the other is time.

The advisor said that the actual actor-in-chief is just an instrument, a tool he uses. But he is not fully and exclusively in control of this tool, there is the chance that the tool’s son-in-law also plays a role and has a word in. GOd, how must the advisor hate this orthodox Hebrew, with every cell of his bloated body.
I think here will step in “the leaks” – I read in some articles that professional observers & journalists are baffled by the leaks through which not too friendly stories about the tool drizzle out. I am sure these leaks will be jammed close with some heads in the near future. And I am also sure that after the purge the advisor will still be standing behind the throne, smirking. I am not so sure about the son-in-law.
The other problem with the tool is the possibility that it breaks.
I believe that the tool has a mental problem, be it diagnosed or not. And as far as I can see there is still no public medical record of this person : For every simple job one nowadays needs a fitness assessment, but not for running the USofA into the ground.
I now believe that there is a real danger of a very public meltdown of the tool – perhaps he slaps someone at one of the conferences next summer. If he hits our chancellor I only hope that Vlad punches the shit outta him …

This leads to the second problem area : If, for some reason, the tool is found unfit for office, the advisor’s days are counted too. If all & everything goes “smooth” and the tool works for four years, the problem will arise too : I think it is not imaginable that the orange one will be re-elected in four years – granted, everything is possible in Amerga, but let’s assume the world is still turning then … if the tool is out, the advisor is out.
But the man has so much to give to the world, and what about the crusade & stuff ?
The advisor needs time to get things going. His bad temper, his lack of patience, and utter disrespect for anything outside his narrow-minded world-view hinders him most, but he can not realise this – thankfully. He must cement his position.
I see three possibilities. Either the kingmaker makes another king if need be, what is entirely possible, but this would not necessarily buy time. Or the advisor does away all this democratic nonsense, what would mean an open putsch – but the advisor is not cut out to be dictator (and time is not ripe yet). Also there is a strong possibility that the military would not accept something like this. Best option will be to secure his position by eliminating all possibilities to rightfully remove him from it. The advisor must stay close to the centre of power under all circumstances, and work the system from the inside. Tools may come and go, advisors stay.
I think the advisor will start a nice little war in the near future. And make the best out of it.
Against inner resistances, an outer aggression always works best : It is so unifying.
There is the possibility to orchestrate another war in the Mid East. But this could easily get out of hand and even become contra-productive. Alternatively one could let this heap of conflicts simmer on, vent it a bit, meanwhile allowing these Islamic devil adorers to kill themselves. A nice side effect would be that more refuguees will emigrate to Europe. They will take the Northern route through areas of the former SU and come to the East of Europe, thus nicely helping to destabilise the EU, allowing Vlad to play tag with the Baltic States, perfecting “ukrainification” and non-linear, asymmetric warfare. Additional economic warfare from the homeland – what are tariffs for ? – will teach those wonky Europeans a lesson.
It would help to open a “second front” to appease the military, let them win something, they need it. And it would help to distract from anything ugly in the Mid East.
But where is the bogeyman ?
The bogeyman sits in the Far East and is called Kim.
Next to “the” “Islam” the advisor hates nothing as badly as the “arrogant” Chinese.
It would be unwise to start a direct attack, now, at least. One would need another “incident”, but the tool just has pissed off all the professionals who can stage an “incident”. To start a fight with the oh-so-close ally of the Chinks, this crazy Korean, this would be viable – or at least, this could be the advisor’s lines of thought : A small war, just to get in the mood, to see how things are done and work, an exercise for major things to come. And, if done and played well, bolstering the personal position in diverse administrational panels & councils, gaining personal reputation, allowing the nation a period of irrational Besoffenheit, jaggedness, allowing the tool to feel great too. Harbours a lot of ideas. Would show the Chinks & all these slitty eyes that it’s serious and they better not mess with The White Man. Even nukes are possible. Economically positive too. Good domestically possibilities.
Let’s see – the tool is meeting all these European loosers in summer, Vlad too, so what about autumn ’17 or spring ’18 ? Until then the professionals will be accessible again too …

Yes, I think similar things are actually thought, perhaps even planned, at the Washington court. It all depends on limits. There are lines that can not be overstepped unharmed. The tool and his gang need to be contained. But in anonymous polls his scores go up. As sad as it is, America has nobody else to blame than herself for this, it is a disaster mit Ansage.

Safety First

Pointless, boring story ahead.

The first man came in the late morning and marked the positions. The second one carried a box with devices and a laptop. He sat on the floor and busily scanned codes in, marked the devices, sorted them and left, remarking that they’d be “scharf” now, loaded. The third hauled a large power drill and fixed the devices, all three in less than seven minutes. He left with a grin and gave me a xerocopied instructional paper.
You may already guessed it, venerated reader, I am talking about smoke detectors that were installed in my rooms. All for safety.
What I do not understand is that these things must be so terribly ugly.

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They successfully searched for the ugliest smoke detector available in Europe.
They successfully searched for the ugliest smoke detector available in Europe.

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They look like anti-personal-mines.
I chatted with my neighbour who is living in a pretty large appartement. They had six of these things bolted to the ceiling. Also another neighbour some floors up found six of these design disasters decorating her flat. So I wondered when in a friend’s flat of the same design only five abominations were installed. I met laptop man in the lift when he carried a new box of devices and said something along the line that they surely fitted some hundreds in this large appartement house. He was a little upset and complained that he had been told to bring more than 300 of the things, but he only had 200 mounted, at the utmost. If it would have been better organised they’d be at home already.

Yesterday I walked past the janitor’s office, found the door open and him sitting at his desk. I looked, he waved me in, kicked a chair in front of the desk and asked “What’s up ?”
I expressed my astonishment about the not mounted safety device and the lack of coordination. He rolled his eyes and explained that laptop man & friends were clearly instructed to nail a smoke detector at the ceiling of every room that is possibly a sleeping room, and in the exits or hallways (“Fluchtwege”). Of course not in bathrooms and kitchens, obviously. Laptop man decided to install the things only in rooms that right now are used as sleeping rooms. The large room in my friend’s flat is actually used as a bureau – no bed, no smoke detector.
And while they were at it, they ignored the basement level completely (six appartements) and were busily searching for the “Dachgeschoss”, the attic, that is miraculously not built.
There will be another date to fix the mess. It is not clear whether laptop man & friends will do this.
While I sat there I asked him what would happen if I heard such an alarm ? “I mean : Thursday morning, 09:30, I’m back from my morning drive, ready to sleep an hour. All my neighbours are at work or at the university, usually I am alone on the floor. I hear an alarm two doors down. I knock at the door, no reaction. My janitor is not reachable, he has to take care for other objects too, some miles away. Even if you’d be here, you are not allowed to open the door.” “That would be burglary”, he chipped in.
“I call the firefighters. They go in, false alert. Do I pay the operation ?” “Nice question”, he said, “especially because it was not asked before.” “So what does my landlord say ?”
He thought for a minute and told me that if he would ask this in the centre office they’d kick him and tell him to mind his own business. Very nice shop morale.
As he knows his company, they would pass the question to the firefighters.
He pulled out a file card and called the village firefighters, 70something.
No one reachable, even after several tries.
He called the village administration and asked for the number of the force – 70something. And, after complaining that it is useless, he got the number of a portable.
Which is not working. We tried two times : Number not taken, not connected to a customer.
“Better not burn here” he said. “Commander’s out for lunch”, I agreed.
So he called the emergency number.
“Yes, relax, no alarm” – and he told his story and asked the question. Their answer was clear : They are the professional force. If someone calls them they need to know where the emergency is, then they alarm the local force. The local force deals with it and decides whether they need professional help. The cost is not their business, that is between the local force and the local administration. For this village, they call 70something.
“Thank you.”
Two middle-aged blokes with too much time to spare and a telephone.
All in the name of safety, of course.

Here We Go

Good Morning America. I’ve saied it before, I willingly repeat it : All will be better under President Trump. My sarcasm was sadly not delivered to you, or you did not understand it ; you took it a tad too serious, my dear.
I can say nothing about North-American domestic politics, I do not live there. I only look at the foreign politics, and what President Trump announced through the crusade was not very nice. Like that treaties are not always binding, so-called allies should “pay” “more”, notably Japan and Germany. And if we do refuse to pay for your “protection” ? Will “slits” and “krauts” join the rest in the camps ?
I read on a news site the names of possible candidates for President Trump‘s cabinet, and as foreign minister a person called Newt Gingrich was listed. I only hope that this is a very sad joke. If not, Hunter S. Thompson is approved as so often, when he assessed : The scum is always rising.
I had to remember Thompson now and then over the last weeks, and think it is possible that he would have liked this outcome. President Trump is more rock’n roll than Billy Boy honking his sax ever was and could be. Maybe after some bottles of whiskey and a pound of mind altering substances it even makes sense, and could give a real kick, like flirting with disaster always does. One can only hope that America’s flirt with President Trump will not hurt the rest of the world, at least too much.
Speaking about the rest of the world, I think I hear the machinegun-like sound of corks popping out of champagne bottles from the East and a Homeric laughter, maybe there’s party in the Kremlin ?
Now the man is legally elected, as were other important Fuehrers too, good luck with the one and only President Trump.

We life in magical times.