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Embers.

by the fabulous Max Richter.

No words and without a sound,
star shine within, without…
a rainbow lights the night.

All possibilities,
as branches of a tree,
opening,
as does a flower.

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Manila, I love you.

So you may ask yourself: Dude, what has this guy been up to the last six months.

Well, dude. I guess you just wouldn’t ask yourself that kind of stuff (go figure); Anyway I am glad you asked. A lot has happened, alas again. I’ve been to the Philippines for 3 weeks in April and it has been a wild ride. For the first time in my life I had the chance to see what it’s like to live in squatters. And I had to think about this alot. How I think that life is unfair sometimes. Me, living his nice and comfy life in Germany. Hell, what kind of an asshole am I, to sometimes fall into self-pity. Really. Just shut up, Chris. Idiot.

We as a group of germans have been working primarily with kids and teens there, in TayTay, Floodway, Manila. And those 3 weeks gave me so much to think about. How I complain. Who I am. Who we are. We silly germans. Back here I had a hard time to adjust to this weird and crazy german life again. Funny. Only being away for such a short period of time. Life in a western country is so self centered. We strive for success. For money and all that shit. And still we have those sad faces. Driving our big cars. Sad faces. Sitting in our living rooms watching TV on our High Definition LCD’s. Sad faces. Buying stuff we don’t really need with all that money we have. Sad faces.  Surfing the internet. Sad faces. We are alone. Alone in this country of 82 million. Prisoners of our own life, our own success, our own ambitions. Because that is how we roll.

On the other side of the world people that have close to nothing; or really nothing. Period. Daily confronted with child abuse, drugs, prostitution, no healthcare, no jobs, no future, no nothing. And smiling faces. No money to buy enough food. And a smile. Not knowing what tomorrow brings. And a smile. Maybe a sad smile sometimes. But still a smile. And an open heart. You are never alone in Manila. Always surrounded by friends & family. Because those are the most important things. And in that moment you realize that all that money, the wealth… It’s not our salvation. It’s the last nail in our cross. Our addiction. Our guilt. Our doom. Our end.

I’m writing this in Germany and I’m back in capitalism city. Writing on my PC, sitting in my comfy chair, drinking a Beck’s. I’m back in capitalism-tinseltown, back in the “winning” team. And nothing much has changed here.

But I now really know what will make me happy. And what wont. And there are about 100 other things I could write here, because inside me so many things HAVE changed and WILL change. And I’m happy. Pretty damn happy. We, the good guys will win. Maybe I’ll still complain about trivial matters sometimes. But deep inside a calm voice says: Chris, this doesn’t matter. Everything is ok. Everything is good now.

Manila, I love you! You crazy, filthy, gruesome, stunning, wonderful city. I miss you people of the Philippines! But we will meet again next life. Because God has many people in this city. And that is how we roll.

Yes: I am still alive.

Thank you very much for asking. I heard you were a nice boy/girl the last 11 months. So this video is just for you. Enjoy. And think toast!

Stay tuned for more exclusive content from my oh so interesting fancy life. And there will be much more music. Rejoice, rejoice. Oh yes, so much more music.

Wow. Christian Bale has been one of my favorite actors for a few years now. Well he is obviously just another ass. His “little” incident a few months back on the set of the new Terminator flick was audiotaped. It’s great. But now I really don’t like this guy anymore. Seriously – maybe he was under a lot of stress lately. Maybe he is a method actor.

So fuckin what? There is just absolutely no excuse for treating other persons like that. Shows a lot of disrespect. Bale, you should really consider a nice vacation trip to some grand place for a long long time.  Maybe then you will understand that being an hollywood A-Actor doesn’t mean you can treat others like that. Really made a fool out of yourself.

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Tyler says..

only after disaster can we be resurrected.

Another month says G’bye.

I didn’t have much time on my hands in january. Obviously – as someone can tell from my low posting-frequency.  So much to do, so little time. Always work and no play makes… well you know.

Yeah, it’s 1.feb in just a few hours. Time for the sound of this month, eh?

No, i don’t know why there is the cover of interpol’s mammoth in the background. I also can’t tell you why the video is much longer than the music itself. Someone reeeeaaalllyyy must like that cover.

Anyways. Song’s name is just pornography (for m.e.). It’s from Cut City’s outrageous good debut album exit decades. Oh baby does this album rule your socks off. Yeah it does. And no it’s not about porn. Well mostly. thehehee.

I gotta go back to work. Ah crap… really need a new script.

This world’s a way
Of letting you feel you’re smart and funny
But you emptied your wit’s barrel
The corridor’s getting narrow
And the drugs can’t even get you out of bed

Your life’s just pornography
Recited from bad scripts
You’re in the dark searching for exit signs
When someone said it’s beyond even me to change this

Gran Torino

“I’m no hero. I was just trying to get that babbling gook off my lawn!”

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