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Sorry. Bin gerade damit beschäftigt, die neugewonnene Leere zu genießen und schaue den lieben langen Tag die weiße Wand an. Oder den blauen Himmel. Oder auch die Fritzekatze.

Deshalb bitte ich um entsprechende Würdigung des nun folgenden Inhalts! Achtung:

Nanotechnologie für den Alltag nutzbar gemacht: Wie funktioniert eigentlich ein Mauszeiger? [Über den Kreis oberhalb der Überschrift fahren und dabei auch gern klicken]

via: blogloser Armin Kupferkopf

Gerade im Radio gehört. Nicht mehr ganz neu, aber nicht weniger aktuell als damals:

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97
Wear sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybeyou won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

(Brother and sister together we’ll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you’ve been hurting, and I know I’ve been waiting to be there for you. And I’ll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody’s free.)

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

(Brother and sister together we’ll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you’ve been hurting, and I know I’ve been waiting to be there for you. And I’ll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody’s free.)

Bekam heute Morgen folgende SMS von einer unbekannten Nummer:

Elisa ist heute um 2.45 auf die Welt gekommen. Und ist gesund und total süß. Bernhard

Ja, dann: Herzlichen Glückwunsch, Bernhard!

Hab überhaupt keine Ahnung, wer Bernhard ist.

Habe neulich den ultimativen Leberfleck im knackig braungebrannten Nacken eines Bauarbeiters gesehen: Er – der Leberfleck – war so groß wie eine 1-Euro-Münze und hatte die Farbe und Textur einer Brombeere. Und angesichts der Tatsache, dass ich noch nie – wirklich nie – einen Bauarbeiter mit Sonnencreme habe hantieren sehen, lässt sich erahnen, wie er – der Leberfleck – in 10 Jahren aussehen wird.

Ich weiß, es ist noch nicht mal Halbzeit. Ich wage dennoch eine Prognose: Der beste Film des Jahres ist Full Metal Village.

Ganz großes Kino.

Als Ethnologin bewundere ich wieder einmal, wie es die Regisseurin geschafft hat, den Leuten Aussagen übereinander zu entlocken, von denen sie im Grunde abstreiten würden, sie jemals gesagt zu haben. Egal ob die Enkelin die religiöse Oma kränker findet als die schwarz gewandeten Metal Fans oder ob der Multibauer Trebe den Besitz von 1-2 jüngeren Freundinnen zugibt, man müsse seine Ehefrau schließlich schonen ^^ [wobei er den Gedanken, dass seine Frau einen jüngeren Freund haben könnte selbstredend absurd findet] – ich habe mich gefragt, wie der Film wohl bei den Dorfbewohnern angekommen ist. Der Grat zwischen Dokumentation und Verrat ist sicherlich ein schmaler.