flowers

the electric company

( television was really much cooler back then.. )

jack johnson - mudfootball

time

                                                                                                                                                                 ( imagine a bank, which gives you 86.400$ every morning and takes the money you didn't use back in the evening. What would you do with the money? Spend it all, of course! Actually, we all have such a bank. It's called time. Every morning you get 86.400 seconds, which you can use as you want. But there is no possibility to get a loan or to save time for the future.. )

( pink floyd - time )

inability

television

( yesterday evening i was staring at the ceiling of my room while the tv was on. this is what i saw..
i'm afraid you have to watch it in fullscreen mode, otherwise you won't recognize anything )

( this version is a bit brighter, you can see the light better, but the quality sucks somehow.. )

ducks

chasing clouds (2)

( most boring video ever.. )

 ( fast forward version )

see chasing clouds (1) 

façades

( "a  façade  is generally one side of the exterior of a building, especially the front, but also sometimes the sides and rear. the word comes from the french language, literally meaning "frontage" or "face". in architecture, the façade of a building is often the most important from a design standpoint, as it sets the tone for the rest of the building. many façades are historic, and local zoning regulations or other laws greatly restrict or even forbid their alteration." )

marjane satrapi - persepolis

 ( "guns may shoot and knives may carve, but we won't wear your silly scarves!" )

 

 

( yes, i was reading it the whole day.. )

skyscrapers are boring.

       

 ( victoria-tower, "victoria-turm" in mannheim. built in 2001. 97,5 meters high.  )

billie holiday - strange fruit

         

southern trees bear a strange fruit,

blood on the leaves and blood at the root,

black body swinging in the southern breeze,

strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

pastoral scene of the gallant south,

the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,

and the sudden smell of burning flesh.

here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,

for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,

for the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,

here is a strange and bitter crop.

( poem written by abel meeropol )