Walpurgis night

So...

I could make a long story of how and when it all exactly happened but who really cares. I have a boyfriend now. And he's wonderful.

That's what withes' night is for, I guess: magic happens.

First month evaluation

30 days down, 90 days to go.

My crowdfundig project is now a little over a quarter on the way. So far the response and enthousiams of my immediate surroundings have been very good. I might not make it to the initial goal of 1000 EURO but then since I know I need about half of that to break even I don't really care.
I would in advance like to thank everyone who has already pledged an amount however small and for everyone who'd like to pledge but hasn't yet. Here's a link: Moheli Print

Let there be buttons!

April 1

No jokes or surprises just a pretty picture of a pink fish.

We have a winner

Once again. And I'm proud to announce that this year it took me a great deal less effort than it has the years before. I'm starting to find my groove I think. And for those who are curious about the word count it's 55077. Of which about 2/3 is doomed once editing December comes around the corner. Also the official website puts my word count at 55171 after validation. But I've decided to believe my word processor.

For every still typing away: best of luck!

From... to Stereo

This may seem like a normal, even a little outdated loudspeaker. For me and five house mates it's spells the horizon of a new era.

Until now, our kitchen has been if not under the reign of silence indeed devoid of ballads, battle screams and epic rock. But we will suffer no more. Whatever vinyl selected it will sound everywhere and the poor volunteer that has to check the oven for pizza's is now greeted with the sound that he left behind in the living room and not by bleak silence.

All is well.

I'm a cheat

Check my word count!

If you are not one of us. Don't bother trying to make sense out of it. Some people grow a moustache in November. Some people write novels.

Halloweeeeeeeeen

Happy All Hallows' Eve. Or not.
Make it as scary as you like. But don't forget to have comfort food ready. I recommend  thick pumpkin soup,fried proteins and lots of warm milk, hot tea and biscuits.

First Impressions

It's nothing serious, rest assured that my heart is in no danger of any hurt you might imagine befalling one in love. I'm not in love. But it isn't so very often a guy makes an impression this lasting in just a few hours.

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age
name
reads thrillers

0
accent
general geographical location

+
well-groomed
strong hands (with clean fingernails)
plays a teamsport that isn't football
actually has a zombie apocalyps plan

 

For Shirahime

A healthy, fun-filled, exciting ride on tramway 3!

Bibliobibuli

I've already self-diagnosed. Keep clear of me, my living room and any books, stationary, tea cupboards and comfortable chairs that I might have sat in to lower any risk of contamination.

Bright Sunshine

For fear that this might become one of those horrible horrible 'look-what-I've-got'-blogs, I doubted almost four second weither or not to post the picture below. But just look at it! It's super-flat, super-light, has a German keyboard and it's sunshine yellow. What's not to like?

I AM an addict

That's no lie. The count is a now 143 rounds of washi tape. And the worst part is that in my heart of hearts I haven't got nearly enough.

I'm not an addict

Maybe that's a lie.

129 not counting doubles.

Healing

A day to day account starting last week; that is when the burning by steam of my lower left arm happened, might have been more interesting. But as you can see it is healing well, it hurts but very little now and even the crazy-ass itching is almost over. This does not mean however that I will not  e very happy with moisterizsing ointment left as present on my doorstep.

Tea : The list of July 2014

1. Sencha Munt - Mattheus B
2. Earl Grey Souchong - Mattheus B
3. Duizend heuvels - Mattheus B
4. Nachtparels - Mattheus B
5. Lapsang Souchon - Mattheus B
6. Pai Mu Tan - Mattheus B
7. Rozenthee -  Mattheus B
8. Japanse Kers - Mattheus B
9. Yoga Thee - Mattheus B
10. Japan Sencha - Mattheus B
11. Amandelthee - Mattheus B
12. Gember Fresh - Mattheus B
13. Organic Dandelion - Clipper
14. Love Me Truly - Clipper
15. Organic White - Clipper
16. Lemon & Ginger - Clipper
17. Organic Green - Clipper
18. Cleanse - Pukka
19. Refresh - Pukka
20. Love - Pukka
21. Morning Time - Pukka
22. After Dinner - Pukka
23. Night Time - Pukka
24. Ginger - Yogi
25. Lime Mint - Yogi
26. Green Balance - Yogi
27. Earl Grey - Premier's
28. Chocolate Spice - La Courtisane
29. Imperial White Tea - Four O' Clock
30. Jägertee - Goldmännchen
31. Prince Of Wales - Twinings
32. Liquorice - Kruidvat
33. Green Tea - Heath & Heather
34. Blooming Teas - Jasili
35. Pu'er Blueberry - Ahmad Tea
36. Shooting Star - Numi
37. Sencha - Javana
38. Matcha - Maruyama Nori
39. Lapsang Souchong - De Draak
40. Genmai-cha - Yamamotoyama
41. King Hsuan Oolong Tea - Taiwan Tea
42. Tsui Yu Oolong Tea - Taiwan Tea
43. Indische Chai Masala - Curiosi/thee

Writing Frenzy

Tonight's the night.

And I might gonna make it happen. It'll just take a little longer than one night. But one second past midnight is the beginning of National Novel Writing Month. As you will read on the official website : 30 days, 50,000 words! One month, one novel.

All previous attempts of mine have indeed reached the 50K mark but to call them novels would be rather .... well: wrong. This year I promise to do better.  And if life doesn't interrupt me too often, I will even promise to keep you up to date.

 

Rant XII

or:  'real literary gifts'

This is not so much a rant as an observation that I've cherished, nurtured and allowed to bloom into a proper well-rounded thought. A little like parenting a small annoyance until it fruits as a full-blown grudge.

Knowing me, you know for certain -for if you do not, you don't know me - how fond I am of reading. And yet in all my live, I have received but one -ONE- literary gift. And even that one - though comical - half blown. But before I give you the details here, I must first explain what en-nerves me so much about what people call literary gifts.


Literary gifts DO NOT include book shop gift certificates.  Neither do paperback bestsellers all too neatly wrapped by expert employees at chain book markets. They are at best a safe way out of the misery finding a present for someone, one doesn't exactly know. A literary gift is not about giving a book, it's about giving a story.

And that is why I consider,  despite the many vouchers, discount tickets, fancy cooking book and 'complete works of ...'* , Jonathan Swift's 'The Benefit of Farting' securely packed in a cardboard shoebox accompanied by a can of beans and a note stating "please render your colleagues lives miserable", as the only gift coming anywhere close to the honorary adjective 'literary'.

*insert 19th Russian or British author

Nekko-do

It sprang into my head as an idea as clear as tap water pours into a glass. And it is as simple as it is genius. So much so that I suspect I'm not the first person to think of it.

Let us begin with the name. It means 'the way of the cat'. In Japanese. Why Japanese? Because it instantly sounds cool. It involves cats  and meditation and perfectioning one's mood, posture and attitude, so it might as wel have been inveted or first thought of in a remote zen buddhist cloister.

What you do is this: you sit in a chair or bench or grassy spot in the sun, it matters little as long as you are secluded from eletronic distractions and major city noise. Now sit perfectly still until a cat selects your lap for a little day time nap. Immediately you will experience the urge to reach for a book, a cup of tea, a glass of wine, you will think of a million chores and feel an irresistible urge to use the bathroom or some long postponed telephone calls. Ignore all these impulses. Slowly and deliberatly stroke the cat and clear your mind of anything but the purring of your feline friend. Continue unil the cat leaves voluntarily.

Et voila.

Happy Birthday

Sweat dreams and best wishes, my darlings.

... she hides in the library, reading... *

" I turned the warm water on and threw in a bar of soap. I soapd her crotch with tingling fingers. by this time my prick was chewing her lips, her ears, her hair. Her eyes sparkled as if she had been struck by a fistful of stars. every part of her was smooth and satiny and her breasts were ready to burst. We got out and, letting her straddle me, I sat on the edge of the tub. We were driping wet. I reached for a towel with one hand and dried her a bit down the front. We lay down on the bath mat and she slung her legs around my neck. i moved her around like one of those legless toys which illustrate the principle of gravity."

Sexus, part I of the' Rosy Crucifixion' Trilogy, Chapter Four - Henry Miller

Thank you, Marl Oliver Everett, for writing the song 'Manchester Girl'*. I might have never read any book by mister Miller if it were not for you.

*Machester Girl
She hides in the library reading
Henry miller books
'til they flash the lights it's time to go
When she was a little kid she said
"dad, i don't know why
I feel so penniless inside"

She's on the promenade
She's looking for a dress
She's locked outside a world
Just a manchester girl

Oh i'll meet you there
By the old newsstand
Oh i'll meet you there tonight

Shoot-out at the neighbor's house
She pulls the covers on her head
She's counting the shots as they go by
And pandora's litter box
Well it's gettin' mighty high
That cat's gonna keep her up at night

Another scary dream
Another cigarette
She's locked outside a world
Just a manchester girl

Oh i'll meet you there
By the old newsstand
Oh i'll meet you there tonight