I've started tagging my entries, hoping that the categories will allow an easier access to some of the older stuff; stories, drawings and musings. Methinks, the keyword cloud on the right with the various categories appearing in different sizes makes an interesting mind map. Never thought I had posted so many drawings over the years. Also, I've ( Read more... )

• Hours worked at the Filmmuseum: 7
• Books bought during lunch break: 3
• Gigantic rainbows seen at 9:30 in the evening while opening bedroom window to let in some fresh air for the night: 1

Behold the temptations of a workplace situated only one minute away from the local Zweitausendeins store.

Oh, and before you ask...

1) Ellen Auerbach: Berlin, Tel ( Read more... )

I'm currently undergoing a "Classic Mystery and Crime" phase, albeit one restricted to a very specific author, the amazing Margery Allingham, who sometimes gets credited as one of the "Four Queens of British Crime" together with Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh and Dorothy L. Sayers ( Read more... )

Yes, I'm still walking the face of the earth, in quite jolly mood, actually.

Didn't fall off any obscure Scottish mountain tops, didn't drown, didn't starve, wasn't drained to death by bloodthirsty bugs (thankfully, that experience was solely left to Cavendish *g*). And while I still feel uncomfortable with flying, I have to admit that both my airplane ( Read more... )

You know it's finally summer when...

- you've spent the last night downstairs in your Dad's living room, because in your own bedroom it was simply too hot.
- you were lying on an air mattress, watching an episode of the new Dr. Who on your laptop ( Read more... )

Once in a while there is a novel allowing my western-oriented mind a first careful glimpse into a different cultural sphere.This book neither asks for very much previous knowledge, nor does it require the iron will to cope with two dozen unfamiliar cultural references per page. Instead, it comes along as an invitation in a familiar handwriting and ( Read more... )

Yesterday evening, I was asked find and buy  what has been solely described to me with the words " a good English book",  as a birthday present for an old highschool friend with whom I haven't been in close contact for ages. Probably the task has been dropped on my indecisive shoulders, mainly because I'm the English literature student, the one ( Read more... )

Yesterday evening, when I browsed through a couple of books to find myself a nice bedtime read, I stumbled across a German translation of George R.R. Martin's short novella Nighflyers which was so utterly different from the version I knew and loved that it made me wince ...

( Excerpts from the story's opening passage, published by Heyne in 1981 )

During the last couple of weeks I found myself either drowning in the works of James Joyce or making long excursions into the history of London sewers. (The godfather of interior monologue being the most natural choice for my impending English literature exam , I have been a major Joyce fan even years before I saw him in his his Ewan McGregor ( Read more... )

A nice little book meme, borrowed from SelenaK

A book I love no matter what anyone says:Stephen King's Tommyknockers. A much underestimated reflection on human obsessions. The erratic flow of the narrative mirrors the book's content perfectly.

A book I loathe no matter what anyone says:Gotthold Ephraim Lessing, Nathan the Wise. Yes, I know. A central ( Read more... )