2006
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E puer Impressiounen vu geschter Owend
Där waren der 240 do: Ech wees net wéivill Gegrills do war, mee et waren jiddefalls 15 Kilo Broud do (dat do ass och nemmen ee vun de Griller). Keng Ahnung wéivill Drëppen do waren. Där waren der 6 do: Fotoen vun de Leit gin et keng, déi sin zenséiert. :)
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Scandalous
I’m shocked. I’ve just read this post, over at Die Gefühlskonserve, which could make you think Nazi-Germany were still reality. If already children are confronted to xenophobia, sadly it’s no wonder those Alima pupils showed no respect while visiting the concentration camp…
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Net vill (Gescheites)
Mir ass grad opgefall, dass et hei a leschter Zäit ongewéinlech roueg ass. Dass ech dat firdrunner mol net gemierkt hun, läit wahrscheinlech dodrunner, dass ech e puer Deeg guer net u (mengem) Computer war. Negativ Konsequenzen hat dat dann elo och schon: ech krut 126 Spammailen an mäin iTunes ruddert grad kräfteg fir all…
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E Proff aus dem Alima wiergt e Schüler mat engem elektresche Kabel
Ech sin der Meenung Gewalt ass keng Léisung an dat hei ass en extreemt Beispill wéi wäit esou eppes kann ausarten. Dat, wat do vum Här Fischbach geschriwwen gouf, ass déi eenzeg Quell vu mengen Informatiounen, woufir ech mer natirlech net umoossen een Urteel iwwert seng Handlung ze fëllen, mee wann ech mer esou ukucken,…
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Apple is (not that) bad
I agree that we have to fight DRM, but what the heck is wrong these people? Indeed it’s not cool that you have to buy an iPod and not another other mp3 player to take the music you purchased with you, but then why don’t they give their action group another name, for example “Fight…
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Que diras-tu ce soir, pauvre âme solitaire
It is not as if I hadn’t seen it coming. It had approached me with a uniformly continuous pace, wearing its concolourous sheer dress adumbrating what was expecting me. It shouldn’t therefore have surprised me that, once again, it stepped in when I was distracted, as if I had been sidetracking and it had wanted…
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Een erfollegräichen Dag
Dee ganze Metteg an der Klinik verbruecht. Ech hun eng Entzündung am Aan – vum Polwerstëps vum Freedefeier en Donneschdeg den Owend. Wann iergendeen Topert et färdeg bréngt Blosen op den banneschten Aandeckel ze kréien sin dat selbstverständlech ech. Shit. De Start vu Summer TV verschiebt sech domatter leider och em en puer Deeg…
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Nationalfeierdag, déi 2.
An der lëtzebuerger Blogosphär gouf déi leschten Deeg an e puer diversen Artiklen d’Thema Nationalfeierdag a Patriotismus behandelt, beim b352 gouf et dann elo eng Reaktioun dodrobber. Well mäi Post geschter zum Nationalfeierdag pur Provokatioun war, well ech dat Thema dann awer elo och eemol serieux behandelen. D’Geschicht vu Nationalfeierdag misst mettlerweil geklärt sin, allerdéngs…
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Muer ass Nationalfeierdag
Grond genuch eemol dat wichtegst hei am Land ze feiren. An desem Senn: Vive Simon Pils! Vive Diekirch! Vive Poll-Fabaire! Sou, an elo an d’Staat beim Fakelzuch déi englesch Nationalhymn sangen. “God save our gracious queen, long live our noble queen..” Nee, dat ass keng blöd Fantasie, dat ass batter Realitéit. Alles schon mol duerchegzunn.…
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To each country
its own alcoholic drink.
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Losing heart could be a song
After another long fight In one of those nights Dazing and Dazzling went to sleep When little Joy began to weep She had heard their screaming And sadly she wasn’t dreaming Dazzling sang her a song But Dazing moved along Passed Joy’s room It almost felt like a boon A nightly walk through the house…
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A book I definitely have to read after the exams are over
is “Look Homeward, Angel” by Thomas Wolfe: Nacreous pearl light swam faintly about the hem of the lilac darkness; the edges of light and darkness were stitched upon the hills. Morning moved like a pearl-gray tide across the fields and up the hillflanks, flowing rapidly down into the soluble dark.
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me
now that I wrote my essay (re)defining the self-concept in e. lovelace’s the dragon can’t dance and b. mukherjee’s jasmine, for the post-colonial literatures course, i thought why not try and define myself. :) thierry is lazy; dreamer; geek; anarchist; poet; writer; open-minded; idealist; pessimist; tired; hungry; sad; zestful; self-ironic; sarcastic; loyal; podcaster; student; designer;…
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Sven’s WM Wette
Nee, ech maachen keng Reklamm dofir. Mee liest dat hei emol, do gett alles opgeklärt. An dat Ganzt war eng illegal Aktioun. Kennt een en gudden Affekot, ech verkloen en an besuergen mer déi 10’000€ :D Link
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Quietus
A hazel wind is dreading past this bleak landscape Whisperings are streaming through the air If only I could follow your lost track Now that I understand A wailing purple is superimposing itself on all colours Thoughts are heterodyned by lamentations of a dead You who decided to have her soul take Its lonely, ultimate…
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deciduous
perishable eons wreaking havoc and heaping scorn on the world pour ethanol down our throats taking a shine to this pain of these floundering souls a devilsend wresting rifts larger now, heretofore and henceforth in the timelessness of death throes exhausted tears thwarting crying festers bleeding the body dry unshod wenches streetwalking over shards reflecting…
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FRAK! [explicit]
I’M STILL QUIVERING WITH EMOTIONS. NOW I’VE TOTALLY SCREWED EVERYTHING UP. AND IT PROBABLY WAS MY LAST CHANCE. VERY, VERY LAST CHANCE. LIKE IN “ULTIMATE”. DAMN I HATE MYSELF. REALLY, REALLY HATE MYSELF. LIKE LOOKING IN THE MIRROR AND WANTING TO VOMIT. I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO LOOK INTO THE MIRROR. I FEEL SICK ONLY…
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Voll Sauerstoff!
– Hey Digger, nimm deine Kommunikationskeule und sag’n paar Checkerbräuten sie sollen sich auf ihre Studentengurke schmeissen und zum Schnellfinktreff stratzen. Ich besorg noch schnell’n paar Rammelbeutel. Aber schlepp keine mit’nem Clearasil Testgelände an! – Was sagt’n dein Entsafter dazu? – Die Rotzschleuder soll nicht dissen! – Hau rein! Alles verstaanen? Wars de och scho…
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Recommendation
Last week I wrote that, in the course Practical Approaches to Poetry, Kirstine had presented a poem dedicated to three friends of hers who were raped. I just noticed she put it online a few days ago, you can now read it here (at the very bottom of the page). Worth checking out! :)
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Oh, I almost forgot…
… she wore a black halterneck net top over a white shirt.
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Disconnected – A chronicle of June 7th
to uncle Siggi, because Elias understood that “all the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams” I was about to leave that shopping mile where I had already been so many times before and which always looked the same boring way. It seemed oddly different today, though I couldn’t tell what unavowedly gave…
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Ik ben Lucky Luke
A couple of months ago I wrote a post which basically was only a quote by Sir Peter Ustinov, saying that now are the good old times that we will wish back in ten years. I hadn’t realized the enormous truth of that statement at the time though. Since September my greatest wish has been…
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A day like no other
Sometimes life is just weird. Fortuity often toe-dances so gently you hardly notice anything, but every now and then it seems to take all loose ends – most of which you never even noticed – and fastens them with knots, a lot of times without anybody being able to tell how fast. This Friday was…
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“The Regulars” – An excerpt
The room slowly but surely plunged into a weird atmosphere. We were all so happy about finally being reunited again, but at the same time sadness occupied the Stage. We weren’t really all back together, there was someone missing, perhaps the most important one – and there was not even a remote possibility that we…
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I don’t love you or so and then I do or whatever
Anyone ever wondered how different three poems with the same motif can be? Well, here are three poems, all talking about the same, yet on the surface about something completely different. :) scallywag hand around your neck wreck it all colour it black lilac and then crack up slash your skin here’s a tack hang…
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Playlist
Sleepless again, so this time I did something more or less productive: I reworked my late-night playlist. Got songs for over three hours now, which should be enough. :) Anyone wanting to know what I’m now listening to early in the morning / late in the night (depends on your point of view ;)), or…
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Bürokratie
Fir ewech, heimat well ech mech net opreegen, ech well meng Lieser just e bessen ameséiren: Zwou kleng Anekdoten fir déi Leit, déi sech froen wéi bürokratesch eng Uni eigentlech kann sin. :) Fänken mer un mat der Umeldung fir d’zweet Semester op der Uni Lëtzebuerg. 1. Schrett: Et muss een sech op der Uni…