It jazzes in the social state of Germany, in view of the highly anticipated, lush, vielbejubelten Hartz IV increase by a whopping 5 euros a month to get well into the humming, singing and swinging. Some thanks consumption possibility of sudden and participation in society, others because they have the good and proud feeling that at last to live in a just state that guarantees the dignity, no matter what the fate of hires with a. Fear of the future now requires no more to have. Now, jammed together in solidarity, gefreestylet, improvised and ideas collected, what can be bought from this amount each month or do anything! Ideas can be found here about or here or here . Maybe you can, depending on the area, get rid of it even his garbage . This is especially interesting if you have previously saved up from his 5 € (with the aid of the rule set provided € 27.41), Mountains of new electrical devices, and now do not know where to put all the old ones. Man could learn to cook. One could make from their own wealth and to finance what else one education . and it can learn how to save a lasting and even save the world - or even save up 95 cents (one book and co-use the immense cultural contribution in the standard rate!). Would also be good to go again and study the 5 € before been put to the career aside to Entrepreneur and to create jobs. Or you simply for the 5 € horny frustration degradation at the expense of those who do not even Hartz IV or otherwise receive any dignity ... Other proposals, sample calculations and priorities you about the comments.
The Berlin venue landscape is a cosmos in itself. Function meets Freaks and party, convention and meets Indie etepetete. In Friedrichshain is a part of this universe even Sun Just before the Frankfurt gate sits the monster that used to be the largest cinema in the GDR, in the 90's then time was Berlin's first true multiplex - and now as "We use it all from" ekes-Transformerspielzeug its existence, somewhere between revamped multi-purpose hall, conference center, beer garden with public viewing and weekend The Greater disco for young people very uniform external style, the like to dance to a mix of house and old and new charts and pose in front of everything. Last Sunday was
there an audience that clearly deviated from the other, even if it also leads to a strange - others - tended kind of unification, of course, with the usual "Yes, we're all individuals" look here. The occasion was a record release party the next and more specific in this case, as three parts and versions comprehensive, due to the many cultic revered radio play "The Three Investigators" (jaaaaa however, the correct spelling is: The Three? ). Kongenialerweise held in this village, for misplaced the radio plays "Europe", the associated Books and other merchandise, however, the Kosmos Verlag. Behind the event, of course, put the Lauscherlounge , in the shape of which pays homage to Justus Jonas spokesman Oliver Rohrbeck quasi stable even as he regularly does good for Hörfans and radio professionals.
Spread over three rooms and there are present the original of each detective heard the guest speaker either version of Justus, Peter and Bob. Then there was the large hall instead of clubbing Blubbszene times: The three speakers interpreted as an extra gimmick stage and screen via a small, about 30 minutes, unpublished and not really serious live radio play and produced some the noise to yourself the excuse, the complete text would read just (us) for the first time will be allowed once considered favorably for increasing Fadenentgleiten, off-the-role-traps and Wirrerwerden gene end. Especially since it did not diminish the entertainment value and the second part to the fact that the evening was worthwhile. Rewarding but not because the men have subsequently moved raffle winners.
("Record Release Party" under the screaming fans. No children.)
(This time not a world record: compared with the ecstatic Forest Stage Mass Close Kreische's was the "cosmos" cozy!) It would have a successful event can be. Were it not for the unspeakable organization on the part of the cosmos have been. Namely, the concept was one among others to persuade the people by proclamation "intake from 18 clock" in combination with open seating for breakfast coming and standing in line - and then to let them stand in the pouring rain. Not a few gracious minutes before six opened the gates, no, but 20 minutes later, and then at a snail's pace, just a door and an employee were open, the latter, however, probably mainly rectal, specifically emphasizes what pampig reactions, slow pace and brazen lies (" It's been six, not later than five after six, the door "- strangely, much as you, lurking on that fact, not noticed clock 18:05 ) As for?. To cap a cheerful Enie van de Meiklokjes hopped with a small camera crew to the legendary serpent in several loops around - wide made a dull idea that the "report" only positive, only a cheer the impressive number appear to interested parties for such an event would. Here, one or the other deeply, eaten, in Berlin in hervorgefluchte original sound would have imposed, and let's as a defense against Enies's youthfulness and fun of points of touch. After nearly an hour Einregnen (which holds out no screen, no durchzuweichen) and standing puddles finally arrived in the foyer was dry, the fun, unfortunately, in the face of complete wetting is not something set in borders and sought to the rest of the evening unconditionally. The common cold to see the sneering face, while you sit on cold stone floor, somehow makes a bad mood. As it tore the stage in the remarkable comfortable, unfortunately, but cool air-conditioned cinema seats (room "Peter!") is not out.
The real attraction, however, was already something else: the audience. As already indicated it was an amazing human species. The issue of accessibility for persons with visual and multiple disabilities sometimes left outside: Iridescent it was proven that Nerdtum play not only by computer sitting / or other supposedly young and zeitgenössischmediale, but the individual should characterize insulating trends. Nerds should also occasionally accumulate, rather than, as the cliché, it says vorsichhinzufreaken as socially lonely marginal figure in private, it was at the Frankfurter Allee somewhere a nest. A so-called Nerd Herd. This led to quite a nerd herd, or several. They gathered mysterious. It surged a sea of Fanshirts, shy autograph hunters, bizarre characters, all heart-connoisseurs, frenetic Bekreischen, group cheers, Devotionalienjägern, verscheuklappten elbow-out-and-through-while-also-always-egomaniac, loners, individualists, self-made themed utensils (a highlight: question mark earrings polymer clay!) and bedtime story junkies with a penchant for childhood nostalgia. Children were, however, almost no presence. On the whole, from which aimed also at all, although the radio play it actually has as main target group (te). Was Childhood longing for real? It can not escape the suspicion that even in the so-called is made old and often-cited media retro trends more and more of a cult in itself from the off-something-a-cult-making.
for the increasingly same drive that has a crack, you should set a new record label: "Aggro gasoline. There could also be funny (or have) ever pour oil into fire. Whether zin Ben or other on-zine: both bad for the climate! This aggression gives me slowly against aggression - against stupidity. Even if this stupidity again very different accused. But that is surely only by a lack of understanding; I was sure verdooft even the migrant-Islamized world, perhaps in spite of some 15% more intelligent Jewish genes.
top hate phrase the last time I can simply listen to any more (the phrases, not the time):
- Man will do it again allowed to speak. - The truth we must not respond in this country, yes. - The truth is always concealed, lest we become feisty. - We live in a dictatorship opinion. - The media shall provide us, to think what we say and do. - The media are all left. - The Old 68s are to blame. This cozies has led to nothing. - multiculturalism is but failed long ago. - a time when things by their name, it is placed directly into the Nazi corner. - It's not a racist just because they say me, how it is. - You have to just increase the pressure. - he must pay for everything he says. - That can not be argued away. The facts are everything! - This is all scientifically proven. - that the managers know but not the reality. - you fly out somewhere else, even if one does not work, and crime is not integrated. - This may not be nice, as he says this, but it is true. He has reviewed it and calculated. - You would not even your child to a school with a loud foreigners . Send - This is nunmal so that all are getting dumber. Where should it come from? - We need to create elite and by feeding with no parasites. - The coming but only here because our welfare system is so great. - They want to be integrated so not all of them. - Should stop going to work and learn German. - The majority is still behind him. - Finally, speaking of the times from what everyone thinks. - The'm sorry, all hack around on it now, that's not fair. - If the critics but the writing of a better book. - My neighbor / colleague / ... see also arranged it so, and is himself a Turk.
- The Sarrazin is courageous. Else dares yes no just because everyone fears.
- If it all be so wrong, why is the book sold out?
Thanks, Thilo, you Sarrazenerfürst old! Allah be with you! And with the record label's own phrases pig, it should turn to be fed every time round (the same word even if not quite, but very similar word Grunzabfolgen). Maybe that's enough thus collected at some point to get you to buy a premium armem eaters psychotherapy.
The fascination of evil has triumphed once again. On Sunday I did not trust me on the Badstraße hard, sorry, the "Autumn Festival" in the Weddinger Badstraße (whatta bad street). Between the head nodding, screeching, battery-operated plush dogs, and the inevitable need to air-filled about emblazoned clothing from Another Planet and also otherwise a festival of bad taste.
At first glance, the whole thing was a godsend for the multicultural critics these days, on the second but really more for the critics of multiculturalism critic. For the estimated 90 percent of "people with migration background" had, on average, more peaceful, witty and integrated than the few present at the "German" (also: How much German and the common life of interested can be as a Stadtteilfest to go? To the children that populate the inflatable and one at sausages, cotton candy and pop hits from the beer scene?). A German highlight was a fat, old, empty, staring Suffspießer Ender, who was walking his wabbling beer belly into a T-shirt saying: "I'm fishing you want to see my worm?" Oh yes, urgent, can hardly hold me. Impressed
me but this level of Turkish or Arab imports:
dental tools like Winkelspiegelchen: okay. To each his own, practically applied phobia management. Why the hell but a gynecological speculum and other instruments of torture? On a family street fair, the neatly fit between the battery dogs. So one has to shuffle no more at trade fairs, either as still as Medicus BDSM party-goers. I call that true tolerance and integration of sub-cultures - and I'm, uh, taken. Vaginalapplizierte greetings to the middle of the week.
tunnel vision (5): adjust watch instead: the best out of themselves
The underground world is a world beyond borders. In the background, people are a big family: open, relaxed, confident. You have no false shame each other. No natural (except when civilization is still something of course) - as the following two stories show from the last hot days.
(1) On Hermannplatz cavort always most diverse lives, always raging, the full life, both positive and negative, have a fuller lives, the other sober, and others live. On the platform of the U8 is especially full this year, for there is "occasional train" - and during the morning rush hour. Are closely spaced in the summer heat, the body of those waiting, while their minds are concerned just with anything else - the main thing distract from the Zeitbedrängnis, heat, bad air, the body. Some weave through in order to walk up and down nervously. Most simply stand still and breathe hard. Into the midst of this crowd is the one to the 40, which gives the term "exaggeration" a new punch line. He is obviously well over six feet tall, he towers over everyone away at least a head. The Begafftwerden and protruding but it stresses self-confident in a bright red T-shirt with the neon-colored patterns in the 80's style and satirize the stresses serious briefcase in his right hand seems. Bright appearance dominates the other Menschenbrei. The man is like a human buoy, a lighthouse, a meeting place in case someone should lose his children in the crowd or not his fellow-morning appointment takes. Also suitable for hiking days, day trippers and package tourists tourists he: "We gather in the great man with the signal-shirt." goes Suddenly this eye-catcher, left entirely to change, not dealt with briefcase wearing a free hand - and the index finger to his face. Ah, the lighthouse is cleaned. With relish, for minutes, candidly, thoroughly, undaunted, and especially impressive deep it pierced with a tremendous self-evident in the nose, high above their heads, profound, sometimes going in the morning - until the subway finally comes. Strange: The crowd jostles to the doors, but only a few people rise to the same door of this anonymous mass finally giving an orientation of human Meeting point with his left hand opens.
(2) has problems with the public, the young man was not who drives in the early evening and U2 are also very self-consciously deals with his physicality. A good feeling he has it but apparently not so much, but problems with its case. He seems to feel quite uncomfortable in his skin. Extremely wide apart as he sits and occupies two positions, a fact often as equally pesky macho habit of public seating. For many minutes can plucks and scratches and sorted it but unhappy about in his step, facial expression somewhere between pain, checking, doubting, uncertain, heart converging and proud. The pants hanging low, his trousers hanging well - but they can apparently still narrow. Or the seat of the crown jewels is to constantly and inherently simple unsatisfactory. Or only the appropriate presentation? After estimated four stations of the variety or, unabashed sorting and rearranging - presumably he has already fabricated sailor knots - he opts for frontal assault: only short, he looks around, checks the passengers with tight eyes (which was the subject of checking number of risk? Gaff-factor, attractiveness level, television camera presence?), is apparently the least mediocre filled train appropriate unpeinlich - Buttoned up and summarily on the jeans. After this time only one station, he finds satisfaction and can set the scraping and grading. In medias res, it just sorts itself effectively. Then he looks much more relaxed for the rest of the trip. His boxer shorts are lilac purple and show the smile of the Mona Lisa, no, it's Marge Simpson.
(1) is late, dark, sticky and rather tempelhof it in the pouring rain. To make the night bus stop at the place of the air bridge, two exhilarating provincial girls from a properly triumphant said permeable Coolio stop talking about 20. From the loud conversation arises out flirt, even if you do not listen wants at least one of them from Berlin to Bielefeld visit. The contrast is great. Her friend jumps rather tussig and over styled in a red dress, stockings and pumps around, it makes itself, however, eco, alternative, protest and Rastafarian: dreadlocks, baggy clothes, piercings - and barefoot. Maybe do it in Bielefeld, the young hipsters Sun It may be that there are no puddles or mud still dog shit on public roads. While her toes gracefully play with mud, snot, sodden cigarette butts and brackish water, are their very gentlemanly of the Berlin nightlife and chill tips. When the bus is staring at her, not only the bus driver hypnotized the feet (but denies himself, very atypical for that species, obviously difficult to comment), but increased it after several minutes long, animated conversation with no one passing by the flirtatious Coolio. be "Have fun!"; No word of greeting, not a glance goes nowhere. If there Bielefeld conspiracy against all they do, then people from there who have painful psychological consequences of their constant questioning.
(2) In the evening, yet very sultry platform of U9 at the zoo you have to settle out from the crowd. The young woman with the perfect make-up and the flagship boutique clothes ruled that: it undermined her upper body stresses business-like, high-necked outfit (white blouse, cardigan, blazer) with high heels sandals with 10cm Heel and platform, through the bright red painted toenails gleam and over which it has turned the too tight stretch jeans leggings, so one sees that the eccentric shoes to high enough on the ankle. Sexy. In addition to a normal messenger bag she carries the well-known, very thick, red compact book (with colorful post-marks-its in the readable pages) around with that one so beautiful can nachbeheften with additional deliveries by page - so that everyone knows and sees that they Jura studied. The word "Schönfelder, German laws, Text Collection "you can not, however, read, just know, because it is creative: From the outside it has stuck the book, wrapped with a fabric cover in the same red with homemade handles: So she can - that bookmarked side edge to the top - stylish .. to carry around as a handbag in the car she hits the red bag also demonstratively and begins to flip with good facial expression is the lifting of the mass function: the people sitting around offer the whole amusement or variety of subtle smile to each other wide anfeixend; affects the lady run away but just as much a would-be "Sex and the City" set as out of place at this point. antipodal to climb the next station, a punk underground. No teen fashion punk, but a rare genuine, rancid, something in the years come, one with (of course) dog in tow, greenish leached mohawk, lighter heads disused as rivets on the lapel of tattered denim vest and stuff like political attitudes, which he Anarcho-or anti-Nazi badges with the show. Even if the train is not full: he benches are too upscale. His Wuffi and take it easy in the hallway on the floor space compared to the law student who looks up in disgust from their prompt Schoenfelder. But he has read this: intellectual, political, social and critical of consumerism! From his abgegrabbelten and with important statements painted army backpack he conjures up a tattered "Disney's Funny Paperback", in which we are just as hard as he deepened fascinated. Faust high against the system! Pulling the Philistines and non-thinkers!
