Sunday Music

Enough of that silly whine, enough of the grump(f) – let’s happily jump around to this 1938 tune by Count BASIE (Ger., Eng.) Jumping at the Woodside (Ger., Eng.). (Here are Count BASIE and Oscar PETERSON playing the tune, just for your pleasure.)
I hope you enjoy the music, may we face a bearable new week.

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This song was first published 1938.


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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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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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Back in Blog

This turn of the year did not feel like others. There was not that optimistic feeling, the more or less happy outlook unto something new. Simply because there was nothing new to be expected. A bit like when you move to another place, you always take yerself with you. And when the problems are in you, when you are the problem, you face it the other morning, as usual.
The virus did not go away miraculously. In fact we have an even more serious situation as some week(s) before. The numbers do not go down, more and more people do get infected ; more and more people die from the illness ; the feeling creeps in that our arrangements, and sanctions, are less effective than we thought. And of course, the deniers, the know-betters, cheap yellers who have no idea about the practice and use anything that may be less than optimal to produce themselves, oh ihr Schaumschläger, ihr Gleissner !
The lockdown is tightened, I will not work until the end of the month.
Trump did not go away, miraculously. We will have to carry this load of garbage for another two weeks, and GOd alone may know what will happen in Amurga until & after the 20th. There is really nothing left to say about all this malarky. Vlad laughs his arse off, the Chinese smile is inestimable.
Europe, Germany, Franconia, myself, we all are soldiering on, blundering on, wursteln weiter.
Is PASCAL (1623-1662) (Ger., Eng.) right when he says that das ganze Unglück der Menschen rührt allein daher, daß sie nicht ruhig in einem Zimmer zu bleiben vermögen ? Man’s misfortune origins only in his inability to stay calmly in a room ?
I have books, music, and a microwave. What else do I need ?
A blog. Obviously. Night People, and MsScarlet’s QUEST.