luisa kara, 20, germany. writing this blog because i somehow have to.
the typical "everything that interests me"-
shebang. theres no particular reason why
you would want to read this.
feel free to join the fun anyways...
i'm thinking about closing this blog and opening a new one. all these documentaries of things going on in my life that only i was fully capable of understanding have become dear to me. but at the same time, its not enough me anymore. my thoughts dont come to fruition on here. its girly. and too much pretending at times. the image that i created of myself in this blog is holding me back. i will be moving to düsseldorf soon and its not that i would want to start over entirely, i acually want to take as much as i can with me.
but i already know that this blog is more of an archive already. it wont make it into my new life. as many of you know, my attempts of getting clean about all this blogging have not been successful, i sometimes need to whisper a few lines into the world that dont
have a certain destination. in case i should really start something new, i will let you know. and until then you might still find new posts on here until it just fades out...
thank you for reading my blog which was a piece of bullshit at times.
thank you for understanding that i never wanted to know who my audience is.
thank you for being so many at times (over 1000 in july'09).
thank you for not being mad at me for not publishing your comments.
thank you for your emails, ideas and wishes.
and most of all - thank you for being my valve.
she writes about her findings. nothing else. abiding by the pattern "this and this happened to me and i understood the following along the way" she has written the truly wonderful itenerary "eat, pray, love".
[dont watch the movie, its the crappiest bullshit.] not high literature in my eyes, however does it continue to have an effect on me more than any murakami.
in fact, she has a much more diverse and charming word pool than me that i might just have to acquire during the next years, but she really did encourage me to make
notes of the ocurrences in my life without the anticipation of giving my lines any literary value. to my mind she is incredibly right when she says that one doesnt need to travel the world in order to make the same experiences as her. there are so many salutary, memorable experiences to be found in every life, also in mine, that i just need to wrap them into words in order to keep them.
there was, for example, this little african-german girl at the playground, a couple of days ago. my friend and i were sitting on a bench, my 8 months old sister in a stroller next to us, when the child came up to us to look at the baby. she stretched her neck
to look inside of the buggy and determined my sister to be really pretty. afterwards she turned around and ran away.
a few minutes later she returned to talk to us shyly, the common questions: "how old are you? do you go to school? is that your baby?". she discovered the candy that we had bought and then she did something that i still envy and admire her for: she looked at us friendly and honestly and expressed her wish for some candy really fortrightly without making a rude impression on us at all. so after consulting her mother, we shared our candy with the little one, who took a seat in our middle really haughtily with shining eyes, eating up the sweets
given to her.
at the end of our encounter stood her pure sadness about us leaving and she told us that she would like to kiss us and that she liked us very much. this litte, entrancing person will be kept in my memory for long. as well as her infantile, actually really wise way of expressing her wantings.
if you hit "play" and listen to where regina met a clown and also a dwarf with bad breath but a really good tan, you will know where i will spend the next years of
my life.
feels good. finally.
i dont know yet where we will be going or when, but time in hannover is slowly running out. even better that we still got lovely things going on. a weekend of sun and music and dancing lies beyond me now and i must say that filming was not precisely what i focused on, i just had the i-phone camera
running. a bunch of recordings were so bad that i couldnt use them and i also didnt have any sort of cutting programm, so the festival-documentation turns out rather poor,
but its memories... the photographs below are borrowed from jjs flickr. i'm not kidding when i say that i'm thankful how she captured the dark circles around my eyes...
taxi taxi! ++ get well soon ++ goldkint ++ bonaparte +++ sophie hunger +++ art brut + joan as police woman ++ frittenbude ++ and others
the week: went to hamburg on monday/tuesday, met people, visited a dear one at the hospital, came home late tuesday night and went right ahead to see a couchsurfer i had met in copenhagen a few years ago, worked, met jj, worked a ton, sported, said goodbye to a friend who's leaving for sweden, weekend will be festival-weekend with jj, saying goodbye to friends leaving for new zealand, seizing days in hannover, this lovely city.
weekend forecast: mental breakdown while pondering about where to study, shitloads of fun at the festival, a messy room due to lack of time.
wrote this post at 01:29 am. does that excuse the isignificance of it...? actually. no.
god, little girl, how much you enrich my life. your smile makes it all go away and when you bury your face in my neck i could melt. it seems like you cry only when you must and have a thing for being happy.
you cant talk yet, but the soul behind your eyes is one that i love most on this earth.
when youve grown a little, i will remind you of how i was one to change your diapers, that i was there from the very beginning and that i will be there for you as your big sister for as long as i
occupy this terrific planet.
i will soon present you with a romper suit that you will most likely find horrible when youre 13 and looking at your baby-pictures. it will be a spaceballs-merchandise-romper suit.
you will watch spaceballs before youre even 6 years old. thats a promise.
my mood is strangely cantankerous,must be hormones.. :-/ but the rainy weather is the perfect excuse to entrench myself in my room with haruki murakami, things to eat and a fluffy blanket... this way no one has to put up with me ;)
heres a song that i like a lot and that suits the rain-theme perfectly:
ey der regen by clueso (remember my crush?)
its a recording from the festival i attended a short while ago.
poetry slams are great. my boy and i went to see one at a festival yesterday and braved the rain under an umbrella for half an hour, but then it became more than
uncomfortable and we ran for my favourite café in hannover, the anna limma (hint!!) and ate. we actually ate a lot this weekend - i had this idea to look up the menus of my favourite restaurants online and to cook the things listed on there at home. on friday it was fish with baked potatoes
and a salad with homemade croutons and i was really satisfied with the outcome, must say. and we took blankets on the roof at night and i fell asleep. a warm night to stay outside was so needed! back at the festival today the sun was shining and people were happy and i was, too, and some more summer would be so splendid.
my love and i also watched the late night show of this movie in a tiny cinema and it was breathtaking and made us laugh out loud and have tears in our eyes and it
made us hold hands and look at each other:
i already wrote about the movie before it was filmed here and was so angry that i had forgotten to participate. besides hours and hours of togetherness between sheets and pillows (our new series: sherlock !!!), riding one bike with two and being happy, thats about all. :)
on one hand one great weekend of many, on the other its one of the final ones here and that makes me appreciate it so much more.
working with a smile on my lips, ignoring the mess in our apartment, making lovely things for the new apartment, drinking hot chocolate every night, meeting the
girls i hadnt seen in a while, cuddling my baby sister, waiting for university-letters, eating spaghetti icecream, riding my bike, shaking my hips in zumba class, longing for summer... last weeks
here. for real.
the first one is the original video. the second one the songified version made by schmoyoho (accent on the YO), consisting of the gregory brothers and sarah. and then the last one is sarahs karaoke version with a little assitance of her husband,a gregory brother. i find it stunning how it all developed and how schmoyoho make the most amazing things out of some funny videos...
i mentioned them before [here], and now i mention them again:
my beloved freelance whales that i lost track of the past months. i get goosebumps and a racing heart when listening to their songs.
same song, i know, but i wanted you to see this - it makes me happy how their eyes sparkle because they see how blown away the listeners are. and i
adore how that woman says: "i'm in love with all of them." because i am, too.
