Speaking of karaoke, I’ve dreamed of performing ‘Paradise By The Dashboard Light’ by Meat Loaf since I was 11 or 12. When I was about that age the videoclip still used to be played on MTV now and again. I had memorised the text completely and imagined I would sing it together with the boy I was secretely in love with . We would put on a brilliant and passionate act at the end of which we would realise our love for each other. That was before I could understand that the song is actually about a boy trying to get into his girls’ pants.
As we decided to throw out tons of money to artists who do awesome things, we were left with poor options for our Christmas party. But creative as we are, we managed to make something out of it. This was my first visit to a karaoke bar. The next time I’m there, I’m definitely going to have almost sung something. Possibly.
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The downside of working in a start-up company: we haven’t earned those millions to throw at marketing campaigns just yet. That is why when it came to promoting our awesome Evolution contest, we had to get nekkid.
What is truly awesome about the Hobnox Evolution contest, obviously beside the fact that it has posters with naked people on it, is that you can win an artist support budget of 25k if you do something awesome in one of the three categories music, film and urban culture. What are you waiting for? Click the boobies, submit your project and win! Awe-some!
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This is odd. I was going through some – OK, a huge pile of – papers, sorting them out, looking for unpaid bills or other things I could throw out. Then I found this piece of sheet music. It looked vaguely familiar yet I couldn’t place it, so I sat down at my keyboard and tried to play it. And somehow, I did. The partiture was still in my fingers, they started playing the partiture almost automatically. I recognized the melody only bit by bit as my fingers moved along – awkwardly smoothly by the way, without missing a key or beat.
The second time I played – and recorded – it, all smoothness was gone. I had to focus hard on reading the scores, and my fingers moved slightly uncoordinatedly. I still don’t remember practising nor playing it at some point in the past. What’s certain is that it must have been a long time ago. It’s the last sheet of a sonata, probably Mozart. It’s simple. And it’s really known, in an awful, cliched kind of way. And I know there is a story to it. I just can’t remember. But it’s thrilling. That I know.
This is some exhausting mystery. I’m going back to bed now. Who knows the piece wins the prize!
It has happened. The most unsexy, inconsiderable thing in the whole wide world has become cool: muesli.
I first noticed it around breakfast hour in Berlin. In a city where culinary hipness is achieved just by presenting things in ridiculously large bowls, things go fast. Rolled oats, raisins, yoghurt, honey and a pile of ordinary fruit topped with an exotic piece of fruit that is not supposed to be eaten: no longer embarassing. Consumed with a side of latte, also in a ridiciously large bowl, it’s even become an undeniable scene hottie. Undeniable and unbeatable, because it’s healthy, too.
No wonder that good old healthy muesli had to go online. More even: go web 2.0. MyMuesli.com is a German-based website that lets you compose your personal mix of muesli. From the type(s) of oats and wheats up to every individual piece of dried fruit you can define exactly what your breakfast looks like.
I dare to admit: the concept has not left me untouched. This goes back to childhood, when I used to be nicknamed “muesli-monster”. Growing up, I went throught several phases of independency during which I was suspicious of any wet, cooked or just generally suspicious looking food. Among the few things I was always prepared to eat – morning, noon and night – were dry bread and dry muesli. I will eat any kind of reasonable looking food now, but my preference of having my muesli without any milk has stayed and continues to freak people out to this day.
Back to the startup of the year. What’s 2.0 about MyMuesli.com, besides their so obviously and cleverly stolen name? Their future mission and purpose. Their blog (correct) has recently announced upcoming user accounts, enabling customers to have their orders saved, simplifying payment and future ordering. No doubt that as this site continues to get popular, user accounts will be made public. Avatars, profiles and messaging will be enabled. Then, we will able to pick future lovers based on their inclination towards raisins. Clever – it’s a significant step towards reducing moments of akwardness and surprise the morning after.
As for me: I’ve been so lucky as to not have scared the man away with my dry muesli. Though at a rate of 8 euros per box, I would have hardly taken the risk. For people who like to go on the safe side, there is www.mymuesli.com.
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Psychiatrist: “Sounds to me like Anthony Jr. may have stumbled onto existentialism.”
Tony: “Fucking internet.”
- The Sopranos
What’s a girl to do in the middle of the night when she is tired, alone and feverish? She walks through 99 rooms, opens doors, strokes walls, turns light switches.
Though relatively old, still amazing web art.
My feverish rant on life goals and road trips reminded me that I’ve been wanting to mention one of my favourite current features on Sly-Fi. My colleague Uli went on tour in Brasil with his band and documented the whole trip on camera. The resulting “rockumentary” truly has everything you could ever want from a rockumentary: friends, bonding, drunkenness, disaster, philosophy and, erm, well, yes, there’s some music in it, too. Live on MTV, even. What makes it hard not to heavily appreciate everything these guys do is the almost endearing honesty they do it with. Here’s the second episode of D-Sailors in Brasil.
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I’ve watched the first season of Grey’s Anatomy twice in two days. I can do that, because I am ill. Being ill does funny things to your perspective on life. I’ve never been someone who lives their life by the day; I was always rather a “live the future, miss out on today” kind of person. Until two days, ago, that is. I’m living from one tissue to the next now. My blurry eyes only allow me to see as far as my nightstand, which is good, because that is where my tissues are. At the moment, the only thing that concerns me about the future is that I will possibly run out of the huge winter edition box of tissues I bought only yesterday.
These past days, after watching GA, La fille qui tourne les pages, Transamerica and about a dozen episodes of Friends, I’ve been trying some reading. I’m actually not quite getting into the last Harry Potter. Somehow, somewhere between book nr. 6 and now I stopped caring whether the little goodygoody will get his underage ass beaten by Voldemort or not. I’m getting along better with Felix Göpel’s Mit dem Fahrrad zur WM, which tells the story of two guys with a much more healthy goal: travelling from Berlin, Kreuzberg to university – in India. By bike. On the road, they change their minds and decide to head for the world football championship in Japan instead. Isn’t that a fine example of how things go with carefully worked out plans for the future?
I’ve stopped working out plans for a few days now. I’m not seizing the day, either – for the most part, I’m sneezing it.
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Cristina: “She used to participate in beauty pageants”
Dr. Shepherd: “I know, but we have to save her life anyway”
- Greys Anatomy
