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Inas night - between fascination and disgust

Jedes Kind weiß, es können schreckliche Dinge geschehen, wenn man unbedarft herumzappt und dabei zufällig auf das trifft, was das Fernsehen als Unterhaltung bezeichnet. Musikantenstadlabende im Ersten zu treffen, kann dabei durchaus noch als das kleinste Übel bezeichnet werden.
Der gestrige Abend begann mit einem noch recht interessanten Bericht über Schiller im ZDF theaterkanal, gefolgt von einer sinnlosen Reportage über einkaufende Pärchen bei "Frau TV" im WDR. Nach halbherzigen rumgezappe traf ich auf das letzte Drittel "Harald Schmidt", der sich nach einer Reihe flacher Witze entblödete, mit seinem Gast, diesmal in Gestalt der Schauspielerin Anne Tismer, etwas, was wohl Improvisationstheater sein sollte, auszuprobieren. Schmidt kroch als Arschschmerzige Ameise auf dem Boden herum und Tismer improvisierte, halb lesend, Schwachsinn. Ein Stück, dass sie demnächst (ab Februar) im Prater der Volksbühne (Berlin) zum Besten geben wird. So, wie ich es verstand, hat sie es selbst geschrieben. Sie hätte es bleiben lassen sollen. Ich weiß nicht, wer sowas auf einer Bühne sehen will. Es geht mir nicht um Ästhetik, Moral oder Kleingeistigkeit. Das, was man bei Schmidt zu sehen bekam, war einfach absoluter Müll, Schund, beliebige Scheiße. Natürlich sind Bühnen auch da, um zu experimentieren; man muss nicht den Faust jedes Jahr neu erfinden oder zum millionsten Mal Beckett spielen und kahle, weiße Bühnenbilder mit grau gekleideten Actors, as androgynous, let the monotonous patter down some classic, only in order not to act normally, yes, all that does not need it. But what is even less need is a piece of the charm of a forgotten slice of bread in the toaster. The only seasoning is made to the wasteful use of preadolescent faecal poetry, a dilettante, and scrawled cardboard knitted by Waldorf children, colorful wool snakes, ants shit, or symbolize Optional sauce. Probably, however, and I presume, this was high art, contemporary theater, moving on a meta level, which for me is not noticeable. It is so, as always: I have it easy not understood;'m trapped in my self-imposed immaturity - I'm there but in this case you.
Then something happened that traumatized me. I ended up in the NDR "Inas Nacht". Ina Müller, one half of the defunct music-cabaret duo "Queen Bee" has its own late show. From the moment I was trapped in a feeling of fascination and disgust - and that ought to end stay that way. Guests of the show Jan Josef Liefers, Ingrid van Bergen and were Element of Crime. Ina Müller's show is set in a pub, in front of a shanty choir is to comment on the grand repertoire of two songs is happening in the pub. reminds itself is a nice idea, I first felt to the legendary film "Underground" by Emir Kusturica, in the ever plays a brass band and rotate. And it would have all the NDR can be as nice if not for Mrs. Smith, the woman with the built-in amplifier in the chest to completely lower the sound engineer can not. It is loud, very loud - even if you reduce the sound to a minimum, the self "Marianne and Michael" bearable, it has still pushing unbearable. But I could not switch, could not look away, the sense all the time, had to be a witness of a terrible accident is hardly surpass in cruelty, from which I can not turn away. Already got the first Guest, Jan Josef Liefers who got the chance not once started a narrative line, which took longer than twenty seconds to complete, because he was constantly interrupted by the carnivalesque Shanty Choir and an ignorant, self-satisfied, Ina Müller. Then, a brief bright spot, the presence of Element of Crime to settle with a usual taciturn Sven Regener, in his presentation that the engineer actually managed to sing along border Ina Müller to a level that could be described as background noise, making the matter in near the endurance slipped. The next guest came Ingrid van Bergen, where it was thematically to guinea pigs, dope and porn, what more women miller Area seems to be, as the now blossomed again correctly and, exhilarated by their own imagination, laugh their beer before rumprustete what the now very out of place acting Jan Josef ran with a subtle "Well, you are to cheer but easy." was commented. Then again Element of Crime, as compensation, I suppose, and then: the end.
reason Gracious!
I just sense something is free it only for private channels?

I am through.

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What sounds like the title of a co-production of Nicholas Sparks and motor form, is ultimately just another heading to another drama. The not nearly Siberian winter is already forcing my car into the knee. Again it strikes a rear light and I get every time a wipe when I get out. The windshield wiper system would need a new filling with some clear winter vehicle and the exhaust roars. First rust eats calmly in the new Dell (and I mean this huge bulge that distorts the whole sliding door) and my braking distance on the right says to me that I need perhaps new winter tires.
I like the winter, but I hate this car.

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cars in the winter ... and the moral of the story.

Somehow you never know whether you are doing the right thing - often not even afterwards. I do not know if it really is so, that at the end of his life, everything again sees 'rate' and can. Should be the case, I empfände this as a highly unsatisfactory means, because you can change then nothing more. This concept, the 'review' might be, it should not be a pain, but one that borrowed from the Stoics, emotional attitude to oppose. One would have to be able to look dispassionately already happened and relatively value-free, quasi-neutral.
It did, without question, certainly one's own life rather, it often would take that stance and would not be too much guided by emotions. But here's a dark valley between normative and descriptive ethics. Without exception, each action are of course moral principles underlying, which, in my opinion, to settle rather in the field of special ethics - ethics and general works only within the social boundaries that I put her, but that's another barrel Where was I? Oh yes: Kant Kant and his categorical imperative. In itself, nothing dramatic, packed very cryptic. Furthermore, it is indeed only, therefore, always to act in a manner that their own actions could also be the basis of action of others. A nice idea, certainly laudable, one sets out to go to so through life. Only the very prompt also implies that there is work something like 'moral law', irrespective of social systems - a parent, not subjective but objective ethics could be the basis of all actions. So here we are in the field of normative ethics, and thus in what should be the basis of my actions. I claimed I could succeed even close to this, my nose would grow spontaneously to a minimum length of 6 meters, because what ultimately determines my actions is far less ehrvoll. Even though I am not directly in any emerging emotion throw, and thus spontaneously and without reflection agiere, I take the time for reflection but often only to the diving tower at the 5-foot climb board and from there now but with distance, time , and emotionally, to this sense of looking pool, but then bravely . Jump in I often swim by the whole thing and just leave, dripping wet and angry (never hot bath day is when I jump!) The basin. Sometimes, however, I think after a couple of trains: "Oh, what's the swimming I just do not anymore." And the active decision to passivity can go under me in my own smelly, emotional broth. Fortunately, some of the pool lifeguards, the attraction for me then learns from the bead. But should I ever leave this savior? Why I can not make it to jump just NOT? broadcast from the top, ok. I could say it but leave it at that: "... today the bead is green Another time, perhaps gray, black. . Or brown, "I do not find it unattractive, that I willingly, knowingly devoting such emotions -.. There is also an aesthetic of 'ugly' but it is miles away from a 'real' action
Despite the fact that I very pointless, if not feel to be almost impossible, something like a universal, ethical principle or law, whatever one may call it to formulate. Again and again we slip, or rather I, while in the field of special ethics, where It is not the one right solution, but about the more appropriate of several alternative actions that are based in their inaccuracy in something you call the optimum Could therefore that what this is all the time, which is, without exception, should act as any. What I really wanted to say
? ... hmm. I suspect it was a matter that I am, despite knowledge of the categorical imperative, not in a position to act ethically - and knowingly voluntarily. Thus, probably from self-imposed immaturity, self-elect. high

head, shoulders down, smiling.

à bientôt
your FrauJ

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forget

I forget much, who knows me knows this is probably the sum of what I forget is greater than the sum of that what I remember. ungracious way it behaves in such a way that what I forget, often quite important, and what I remember, would be much better suited to forget. Unfortunately, my forgetting one, not mine controllable mechanism subject and I try deliberately to forget things, they always form stable milling only in my brain.
things I have easily forget important dates, names and birthdays (which we certainly would have in 'important meeting' can provide).
That I forget my own birthday, I feel each year as the appropriate punishment and compensation for cosmic forgetfulness of foreign birthdays, and here the same foreign Birthdays Translation are with a friend's birthday.
My mother already learned from it and call me now always one day before her birthday, to tell me that, on the following day birthday - which this year for the first time brought anything since I first successful, despite the mother's memory, its Birthday forgot. But she was forgiving, thanks. Also
J. girlfriend received this year only for about 1.5 months later, a birthday greeting - and it looked to me. With such a
just received unexpected phone call, I congratulated the caller as a good four months later - and he gave me a good seven months later # compensation

And since there is one, who had only three days of birthday, and I, shamefully, even forgot. Dear Father, all the best. I owe you another visit, I would like to redeem soon. And I thank you for your patience with the chaotic FrauJ. Please

world, is now all a bit more in order?
Thank you.

FrauJ

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say all, will happen to me yet what

Only what?

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EndeNeu [EmoPosting]

I think I wrote here before about emotional chaos, right? It is so basic a latent state in this mess on an emotional level. A lengthy separation after many years of love, men in front of house doors, or those who send me a ticket or even your house keys; One I wrote a song and two pictures which I devoted a couple of poems, one who means it seriously, three waiting for me and one who do not know what is right.
And I stand here and am in love once Actual really, quite seriously, without ifs and buts. And everyone else I have to say I'm sorry. I wanted that's all not so, so in love with men. I would like for each time, would like to explain to me in peace - but we can not. And I can only say: You have to understand that now. And I throw like something kitsch by: Mir does too painful. I cordially greet
P., P., T. and A., which I so much Zeit widmeten und mich, glaube ich, ganz aufrichtig liebten. Vor allem Euch wünsche ich jemanden, der diese Gefühle erwiedern kann.
F.:Durch, Ende, vorbei - es ist besser so für uns Beide. Und das, was mal war, war schön und brachte uns beide so viel weiter. Danke.
M. und P. möchte ich sagen: Ihr seid Arschlöcher - und zwar ganz große! Aber das wisst ihr selbst und ich weiß, dass Ihr nicht anders könnt. Nur euch will ich wirklich nie wieder lesen, sehen oder hören.
A., M., S. und B.: Danke.
C., A., und M.: Das waren Schubse in ganz wichtige, richtige Richtungen. Es sollte nicht sein.

Und der Eine ist nicht nur ein Buchstabe - und soll es auch nie werden. Trial and error.



EndeNeu.
again with feeling

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sore throat Week 2

Review Week 1: colds, neck pain and slight scratching the tube. At the end of the week, a moderate pharyngitis.

far, so good. Nothing unusual in this weather.
It seems that my method of treatment that are in copious lamentations on twitter and a lot of extended lack of sleep, not the right thing.

After looking at my neck with diagnostic lights and wooden spatula (JUCHHEE gag), I was two days ago discovered a wonderfully lush landscape > Purulent pharyngitis.

Today saw the next change: lateral column angina. Fantastic. Looks like a textbook - and feels like that.
addition, a formerly mild ear infection, which was now also a textbook mature otitis media.

After a phone conversation with my mother, where I once again learned a lot about virtues such as patience and frugality, I can now exclude diphtheria. Mother suspected initially, with reference to above symptoms, it was stated that my disease is diphtheria. It took about half an hour to explain to her that I'm vaccinated against diphtheria, in recent weeks was not in Kiev and elsewhere my symptoms rather little in common with this disease. First a photo of my throat it was convincing at all.

And now I'm sitting here with a neck wrap, onion bag on the ears, scarves around the neck and head, and drink chamomile tea.

will clean feeling Technically, I never found again.

Ade.

your
FrauJ

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She moves

Yes, I'm still alive. Anyone who was holding a mirror in front of the mouth could say yes, because he beschlüge.
Christmas and the time around it over, new year dawned, and now?
There is a deadline that I absolutely must maintain, is nothing else FrauJ from the bookshelf. The research work is currently somewhat pointless. Oh, what I say, idle? It is exhausting and unproductive at the moment. Yeah, right associated, it is not a blog-like writing work, but anything longer, much longer, more substantial nature.
Soon you more, but enough for today. Wanted to 'report' only once.

And another thing: FrauJ is moving, so for now only weaving. The blog I delete but not this time;) (although it was really nice, as some people found me again: *)
In the near future should there be a right FrauJ page, so did his own thing, what 'correct' but just .... because you have to you be patient.
Should you have any requests or ideas for the new, improved, smart and wonderful FrauJ page have, so it tells me the know.

à bientôt
your FrauJ