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Here is tonight’s great playlist. […]

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playing tabletop soccer at Grégory’s (November 2003)

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After having discussed the blog.lu issue here and in comments on some other blogs, and having reproached that website for not being in Luxemburgish, I asked myself why not make a post in Luxemburgish on Thoughts for once. It might not be good, but that’s why I normally blog in English. ;-) […]

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Maybe it were her eyes, there were supernovae inside each of them when she looked at me. Or perhaps, it was her smile that would have made everyone in the world happy if they had seen it. Or mayhap, it was her holding my hand and the warmth this made me feel throughout the whole

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Whether they read the critics on doofblog, on egalwaat or here I don’t know, but at least they’ve changed some things now, and state that the site is still in a beta version. I find it a bit obvious that now after I posted some things that don’t work, they corrected it, although it should

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Saying that my Christmas was a catastrophe would be an understatement. I won’t go into the details, but believe me when I tell you I prayed for the day to be over. Well, I went to see The Chronicles of Narnia after finally having gotten out of that hell, so I guess it wasn’t such

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As Raff critized the new platform blog.lu, I had to check out that site too. 1. The design is bad, whether these rose-babyblue colors are a good choice or not might be arguable, but for what considers me, they hurt my eyes. The font used (Bauhaus 93) for BLOG.lu in the header is nothing original

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Thank God we have champagne Shrimps and caviar On this lavish feast. Now that we have switched off CNN We can forget the sorrow and pain Throughout the world, Enjoy ourselves over wine Ang get sloshed before midnight. The ladys drink their babycham, Gentlemen smoke Cuban cigars Lit with Abe’s capes. Thank God we are

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She was sitting on her bed, eating the crackers he had bought that afternoon. He sat on a chair next to her desk, looking over at her. She smiled. He’d have asked if he could eat some of the crackers himself, but he knew how much she liked them. It was 1 a.m. in the

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metamorphosis of a classroom (March 23rd, 2005)

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A long time ago, my ancestor Paikea came to this place on the back of a whale. Since then, in every generation of my family, the first born son has carried his name and become the leader of our tribe… until now. […]

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Begl?�ssen Sie mit mil den Hell del Langsamkeit! […]

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I don’t like Christmas markets. Or at least I thought so. For years I haven’t found anything Christmas-like on the Luxemburgish Christmas market, which takes place on the Place d’Armes. So, my brother and I decided to go searching for a real Christmas market abroad and went to Trier this afternoon. It’s probably the first

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tired headaches melancholic hearts old thoughts sad spirits in dead bodies they don’t want to see crying feelings dreaming through life a nightmare on this end of eternity forever more unconcious

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only a classroom (March 18th, 2005)

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Finally it’s here! After an ingenious teaser, where I’m still asking myself how long it took them to render the whole thing, Sony Pictures released the first full length trailer today. It’s available in the three normal sizes, as well as three HD formats and in M4V for those geeks who own an iPod Video.

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An afternoon with friends at the Art Scène (January 9th, 2003)

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As you probably have heard, the first sunrise period for the new .eu domains has been launched five days ago. Now today I’ve found this document, which lists domain names that are blocked. While I think it might be a good approach to block domains such as 3reich.eu or heiminsreich.eu, I keep asking myself the

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I felt like a change, so here’s a new design. It’s based on the Red Train theme. Hope you’ll enjoy it. And stay tuned, for the third part in the Anarchy series is coming. :-)

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Why do we feel? (song of the moment: Sarah McLachlan: Angel)

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Goddess, Wage wars! Thrill about our inner hate Throughout eternity. Sun, bleed and shine Over the red sky, Explode and take us Out of this sickening feeling, This love.

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Justice. Does it exist? Could it exist? Or is it an ideal, an illusion we only create to have the hope to confront ourselves to the future – and the present? I claim there is justice. The fact that we still need laws and courts proves that we haven’t found it yet. If we knew

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Over the last centuries we hated and killed American Indians, the Maya, Jews, Afro-Americans. The striving for power is it what makes us weak. Humanity gave up on the future when a man killed another man the first time. Their could be some hope if only some more people could see the escape. But, our

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dedicated to someone there was a past hovering maybe but so decent out of another sphere and to it all was white what was black to others beloved remember remember and moan too rare is chance when autumn comes and leaves a memory forever ice burns what is eternal a past so present hovering truly

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I’ve just stumbled over this page: http://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/lu.html So in 2003, Luxembourg obviously spent over 230 million dollars on military expenditures…

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egalwaat.lu has published a list with Luxemburgish weblogs. It’s a wiki, and everyone is invited to add new blogs, if he knows of any who are still missing in this index. I think it is a great idea to get an overview on who’s blogging in our small country. There seem to be some interesting

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underneath endearing might poor surfaces in the deep rubicund sky hold and suffer you cursing world sad and beautiful

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For all those of you who like a bit more complex prose: here’s the edited version of Lunacy. Enjoy. :-) […]

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Upon several requests, I finally decided to publish another one of my prose texts. My special thanks go to B. for the inspirational conversation. […]

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