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Meine ABF beklagt sich über meine sich verschlimmernde Deutsch. Um meine Deutschkenntnisse fit zu halten, versuche ich mehr Musik auf Deutsch zu hören. Und jedes mal merke ich wieder, wie weltklassig Die Toten Hosen eigentlich ist. Es ist sehr schade, dass sie auf der internationalen Bühne nicht den Ruf genießen, den sie eigentlich verdienen. Hier ist ein sehr witziges Lied, das die Geschichte eines normalen Abends bei einer Hausparty erzählt, wie eine Live Fußball Übertragung.

No other poem describes the dismal state that the world is in right now: "TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity." from the legendary poem Second Coming by William Butler Yeats.

That the world is screwed should not be news for you. People are dying of hunger in Somalia, riots break out in London, political fringe groups in the USA set the agenda for the whole wide world  and the we-know-it-all politicans in Europe are driving the contient to bankrupcy. People are looking for safeheavens. If there is a safeheaven, speaking financially, it must be Apple Inc. You've probably read already, that it has more cash than the American government. Yet, even with Apple there is something that is not right... When I was coding for a research project back in the old days of my PHD, we were working with a modified Mobile IP stack. Not only the code itself was in development phase, but also we were modifying the code here and there to match our needs. For sometime we observed a weird phenomenon. Everything worked fine as long as there was some traffic between the clients and the server. As soon as the traffic died out, we had to restart everything from scracth. As i

Guess I'll have to break the news That I got no mind to lose. Gonna get my Ph.D. I'm a Teenage Lobotomy! R.I.P. Dee Dee, Johhny, Joey Ramone...

I am aware of the danger, that my blog will look like a Dylan fundamentalist website, to someone who's only read the last 2 months posts. Maybe I am a Dylan fundamentalist, but as anyone who's listened to Dylan, or read good poetry, his songs act more as a medium in which one can find not the answers, but other questions that put the original question in a broader perspective. I had written about a peculiar Dylan song, which did not make it to any "studio" albums, called "The Series of Dreams" earlier [ link to the earlier post ]. To this day I am not sure, what kind of dreams Dylan is referring to. The key question is, how does one know that one is not dreaming? I am not trying to go down the Matrix path. How do we know that our perception is different when we are dreaming? Maybe, a series of dreams are not just series of dreams, but a metaphor for life itself? Or even one step further, life IS a series of dreams? Or what do our dreams say of our experi