The Blah Collection

"Die Suppe schaufelt sich nie selber"

...nutz einem besonders viel wenn man am Ende eines Workflow-prozesses haengt und stundenlang hungrig auf die Suppe staart aber a) der Loeffel noch fertig geschnitzt wurde und b) die eigenen Haende noch immer gebunden sind...

"You are an anti-sarcastic genius."
- Mr. M's reply to my apparently quite disturbing email.

Current conditions don't allow a great deal of sleep. The whole 8 hour-per-night business is off, my body knows the whole procedure, my mind tries to dig out nearly lost memories about simliar times and you realize why your brain keeps on burring least wanted moments of your life.

But then again there is something my mind fears most above all the things: The completley unknown, the non-controllable, the bit which your mind paints in all the dark colours, where you lay there at night;eyes wide open just trying to think how you can potentially deal with all this.

And as you go on and do your stuff, draw your sword, one step at a time you come to the final conclusion that - no matter how hard or difficult something actually is...your mind always fucks your imagination and making it believe that everything is infinitely worse.

The thing about January Weather is the predictable unpredictable. I’ve got two really nice pair of shoes. One is actually a pair of boots and perfectly for any rainy and winterish conditions whilst the other pair are rocking street shoes, elegant, smart, sporty but not too arsey. And now I wake up, enjoy the moments of sun whilst I’m stepping into the elegant sport pedes-vehicles only to have the shittiest rain coming out of the clouds only half an hour later. So I try to be intelligent and the next day again sunshine. But I’m clever, I’ll step into the big fat boots, preparing for the upcoming rain surprise.
And what happens?

Exactly, the fucking sun fucking stays – no fucking rain. But there I am with my big fat boots. Fantastic.