There are some cities I cannot stop making photgraphs of. Vienna is one of them and I have been there during the last days. I am now on the train to Budapest and watch the snow covered landscape of the Austrian Burgenland passing by. As I have to watch the trees and fields carefully, my report of the last days will be rather short.

City Impressions



Votivkriche - 9th District

Christmas Lights at the Graben

Stephansdom

Strudlhofstiege

On Friday I was initiated to the card game Tarock, that is mostly played in Austria. It has hundred times more rules and falvours than cards, but it's a lot of fun to play it, even when losing.

On Sunday afternoon friends and I vistited first the St. Marx Graveyard, which is an old Graveyard that is not used anymore since the 1870s. It is a very beautiful place to walk around and the writings on the gravestones are often funny to read nowadays. There is also an official Mozart grave. Mozart was buried in a mass-grave on that graveyard, but nobody knows where he really was placed there. So the official grave is just a fake, but nice to look at, if you like little angels.

Marx Graveyard - Entrance and Orientation


Graves at Marx Graveyard


The faked Grave of Mozart and the empty Grave of Josef Strauß

On the same day we also drove to Castle Laxenburg, which is south of Vienna. Lots of people were there, especially for ice skating on the frozen lake.

Castel Laxenburg, south of Vienna

And back from the castle we needed another walk along graves, so we went to the central graveyrad in Vienna, where also some famous people are buried. Of course also there is a Mozart monument.

Zentralfriedhof (Central Graveyard)

As always the hardes part was to leave Vienna. When driving in the taxi from the Hotel to Westbahnhof memories lurked between the buildings. I will be back, that's for sure.

P.S. If you want to see the above pictures in full-size, just click on them. I thought that this would be a simple user interface - but you never know ...

Here are some Pictures I took during a walk through Helsinki in late November 2005, right after the first snow had fallen.



Around Kiasma


Finlandia Hall



Hesperian Pouisto



On the way

Mmm-kay, due to my total lack of motivation to follow any TV series that forces me to sit in front of the screen at a certain time every week, I missed most of South Park. I think I never saw a complete episode.

Looks like Finland but is a quiet mountain town in the USA
(Picture linked from Wikipedia)

On Thursday night, Finish MTV3 showed South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut and as I was at home anyhow, I decided to watch it. Even more, I found out about the recording capability of the TV-software that runs on my computer, so I even recorded it. That was very wise.

I don't want to go into details about the movie - it was not made for being described, you really have to see it. But be prepared for the biggest collection of dirty language and the worst exploitation of prejudices, religious convictions and bigotry that ever was assembled. Also put some hankerchiefs next to you - at least I could not avoid the tears.

You will find out a lot of new things during this film, for example that there are grizzly bears (and also fair maidens) in the Alpes and who is "the biggest bitch of all" (this religous truth is known by a French kid, so one has to believe it). If you need more information on what's wrong with these German people, then you will find the shocking trutz here and finally you will learn how to find the clitoris, which is exceptionally useful in certain situations.

The movie is a musical and there are some very good songs in it. My absolute favourite is "What would Brian Boitano do", the sound is just great and I want to hear it again and again. But of course also "Uncle Fucker", "Blame Canada" and "Kyle's Mom a Bitch" are unforgettable jewels.

This movie has nothing in common with intelligence insulting comedies like "Meet the Fockers" or "Along came Polly", it is really rude and bad. And, as a bonus, it spoils your language. You have to fucking see it.

I wanted to write something else here, but now FM4 plays Coldplay and they were announced as if they were something special. Ok, I give them another chance - for one song. They sing bla bla - blaaaaa (high voice) - take her picture - guitar naging - bla bla to the sun - oh blaaa - pseudo drums try to create something that sounds like rock - guitar interrupts this attempt that anyhow was doomed to fail - somebody treats another guitar really wild, in the view of a 3 year old child with hypersensitive ears that just got its ear plugs removed after 12 month in silece. Oh yeah. Really really cool.

Man, now the song is over - sorry for vomiting my thoughts about this great and famous band into the Blogsphere. Another great word: Blogsphere! must have been invented by a creative mind, maybe by the coldplay singer during a ballad. Blogsphere - that sounds like something that is itching at the wrong place and that something has not been satisfied for too long a time and so the owner got into esoteric books. These close-to-enlightment computer journalists, that never saw a line of programming code and cannot distinguish a router from a gateway, they want to make it all sound great because they do understand nothing. But when you have to earn your money by writing books about something you do not understand, then you write fuck. And because fuck would be too obvious, they write Blogsphere.

I'm in a good mood today. The world sucks and it is so obvious, that nothing needs to be denied. Cheers.

Das Wort Schlaumeier ist zwar gut gemeint, enthält aber (ähnlich wie Guerillakrieg) Redundanz.

Der Schlaububis Gescheitas Mayrüsümüs (ante Danubia) ist der Vorfahre sämtlicher Mayerischen und Meiereien und wurde so genannt da der den Farbfernsehr bereits 1769 vuzZ (vor unserer zivilisierten Zeitrechnung) erfand und nur deshalb keinen Empfang hatte, da es damals noch keine Privatsender gab und die öffentlich-rechtlichen Sendeanstalten wieder schliefen. Erst viel später, nämlich um 1890 uzZ gelang es Maxwell-Mayer mit einem rethorischen Trick dies zu ändern. Er verzapfte einen frei erfundenen Blafasel über angeblich real-existierende elektromagnetischen Wellen, dem RTL und SAT1 ca. hundert Jahre später auf den Leim gingen. Possierlich ist dabei, dass andere Meierische, wie z.B. Albert Mayer-Einstein und Werner von Mayer-Heisenberg auf diesen Witz Maxwell-Mayers eingingen und eine ganze humorige Theorie des elektromagnetischen Spektrums entwarfen. Der Witz wird von einigen Hinterwäldlern noch heute ernst genommen, dabei weiß jeder, dass ein Trum Speck auf jedem südtiroler Bauernhof günstig zu ersteigern ist.

Dass die Allgemeinheit Witz und Scharfsinn der Mayerischen immer wieder verkennt oder gar verwechselt ist nicht deren einzige Tragik. Der Ziehvater der griechischen, hinterindischen und auch chinesischen Zivilisation war ein ausgeprägter Teamwork-Einzelgänger und konnte, in Antizipation privater Duschkabinen, schon wärhend des Pleistozäns mit links onanieren und sich mit rechts einseifen. Die Onanie mit Links wird selbst in heutiger Zeit von etlichen, vom Affen abstammenden Humanoiden, noch nicht beherrscht.

Alle großen Freidenker, Humanisten, Aufklärer, 68er und Trambahnfarer können ihre Herkunft auf den Mayrüsümüs zurückführen. Der Familienname Mayer wurde 1577, nach der rethorischen Rekonvaleszenz Ottos des Siechigen, erst in München, dann in ganz Süddeutschland wieder eingeführt und nur den schlausten aller Gescheiten zugedacht. Dank der Unfähigkeit einiger Schreibknechte aus der Schmittlinie (al dente Danubia) verflachte aber die Schreibweise dieses großartigen Namens in manchen Ortschaften des Voralpenlandes und wurde zu "Meier", "Majer", sogar Formen von "Mayr" und "Meyr" wurden gesichtet.

In diesen Tagen sind die Nachfahren des Mayrüsümüs im missionarischen Auftrag überall auf der Welt unterwegs und helfen bei der Abrichtung und der (in seltenen Fällen möglichen) Aus- und Weiterbildung von Schwaben und Friesen.

Schlaumeier ist dagegen ein Begriff, der von den ewig vergesslichen Schmittlingen aufgebracht wurde, um sich immerfort an die überlegene Geistesausstattung der Mayrüsümüs zu erinnern.