musique

jetzt wiess ich nicht was cih euch schon gezeigt hab aber dashier sicher nicht:

 

chemie tp

heute chemie tp,lustig wie immer ich mag ja chemie…

silberspiegelprobe für aldehyde (=alkane)

silberspiegeltest

nono hats drauf

emilie falschrum beim putzen

kein blitz

so ein hübscher stift

alles sauber

alles sauber

 

Geschützt: pyreneen, endlich die fotos

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regen und katzenbabys

Die Katze vom Pierre hat ihre Babys bekommen, aber wir haben sie noch nicht gefunden.

Und diese Woche hat es geregnet:

 

musique

ich hab bisher meinen ganzen tag mit schlafen und musikhörenverbracht. ist aber nichtmal annähernd so langweilig oder faul wie es sich anhört – der schlafen teil schon aber die musik nicht. ich ahbe versucht so ähnliche musik wie caravan palace zu finden, aber das habe ich nicht wirklch geschafft (wenn also irgendwer noch eine cd mit etwas electro-jazz-swing oder ähnlichem zuhause rumliegen hat, ich freu mich drüber).

Die erste gruppe die ich gefunden habe war zwar absolut nciht das gleiche aber trotzdem sehr gut: the puppini sisters(hier eine reprise von einem lied von beyonce, aber dennoch sehr gut). Das hat mich etwas an Room Eleven erinnert (von denen es das album “ Mmm…Gumbo“ beim französischen amazon nichtmal gibt).
Danach bin cih abgeschweift zu etwas experimentelleren sachen, jazz-metal kombinationen und jede menge avantgarde schnickschnack. sehr interessant aber auch sehr ungewohnt.
Die youngblood brass band fand ich auch sehr interessant, genauso wie big bad vodoo daddy.
ich glaub man kann sagen, dass ich jazz durchaus mag, aber lange nciht alles. Natürlich mag ich auch ein paar von den „klassischen sachen“ (und natürlich das hier) aber was ich bisher an ragtime und boogie gehört habe war nicht wirklich mein ding….

natürlich kenne ich an jazz nur so viel wie ich in letzter zeit und ab und zu mal aus dem arbeitszimmer von meinem vater gehört habe, und daher nenne ich mich keineswegen einen experten oder bewandert auf dem gebiet, aber wenn irgendwer von euch anhand dessen was ich erzählt habe eine idee hat was mir gefallen könnte, lasst doch einfach einen kommentar!

bis bald

 

The world as it seems to seem

Oh gosh. It’s been ages since I did my last real post. You know why? I’ve had other things to do. „What other things?“ You might ask, well I am going to give you a quick account of my day to day routine:

Wakeup, (shower), school from 8 to 18 o’clock, get home at about 19 o’clock, have something to eat, answer my email, update myself on whats been going on in unimportant individuals lives/ the world, (Tv on tuesdays), play the ukulele, might read a bit (at the mo its Pride and Prejudice by jane austen), (shower), bed.

That normally doesnt leave time for anything else, as I have to get up between 6 and 6:30 again in the mornings.

Now, emily,tell us, why don’t you talk to us on wednesdays when you’ve got the afternoons off or on weekends? I will tell you what I did today, for that gives a rather fair account of my normal wednesdays (/weekends):

Well I came home after finding out that the friend I wanted to hang out with had to study all afternoon, ate something, didn’t do any homework, did what I usually do in the evenings only in the extended version, played a bit more ukulele, drew a picture, played a bit more ukulele and drew another picture. and now I ate again. And because it’s only 21:13 and I already checked my mail and did a lot of drawing and played the uke and decided not to dye my hair, I’m writing this blogpost.

Voilà. (this guy ian from brazil that i talked to in a forum a few times is asking me how my day was , so i’ll just have to answer that. I hope I remember what I wanted to write after)

About the drawing… I never really did much kind of artistic work that involved transforming a piece of paper at home, if it wasn’t for writing lyrics on it. But somehow, maybe because of all the hours we hang out at school without having lessons, where i have to occupy myself (and me always already having finished my homework or not wanting to do it), or because of all french people doing it, I started drawing. Don’t get me wrong, I do not have any talent whatsoever.I mostly can’t even decide if what I’m drawing is going to be a manga, a realistic drawing or a cat. Normally it ends up being a scribbled cat or a girls face, because that is the two things I can do best….even though not very well. Today it was *surprise surprise* a girl and a kind of gollum-vampire-zombie looking very scary picture (thunderbolts of lightning very very frightning)

Also I did a lot of singing (or what I call singing) and potential composing in the last week, for I had to finish my second song for a concert I’m going to be in when I come back. (actually I might let my best friend play along on the clarinette)

And whenever, between all that stuff , I found some time and wanted to write something, it was mostely pretending I was about to write a story about a man named Roderick. Actually I’ve only got about 1,5 pages so far, but I only know what happens in the first chapter anyway…

 

Well, what else is going on Emily? Next week I’m going on a 3 day trip with my class to look at stones (I hate geology) in the Pyreneas (or how you might spell it), and afterwards I have 2 weeks of easter holidays, in which I am going to go visit my friend in clermont-Ferrand. And after that its about 3 more weeks until my birthday, 10 days after that my uncle and aunt and family are coming to visit, ?!??! days after (not telling cause its goin to be a surprise) my family are coming and then I’m going back home!!! It’s not as if I really want to leave here, but I do miss my family and friends and house and cat and pseudo-palmtree fred…

My friends here by the way, I dont think I ever told you much about that, are like 3 different groups.It’s Alice and some of her friends and Marion who we both know and hang out with, a couple of girls (and quentin) from my class, that I hang out with when I’m at school and I guess Sarah and her friends, though we only see each other in passing in the corridors or when I go to band rehearsals with sarah. And of course there’s all alices english friends, that I now know. Actually i cant really call them my friends yet, for except of iain i haven’t seen any of them more than once….but i like them all the same.

I must say, mostly thanx to alice (and her mum and dad i guess) i am indeed very british now. I did always prefer english to german (and to french) and I never had a doubt that I would sooner live in britain than in germany, but now i have been even more „britanized“. I drink at least two cups of tea every day (milk, no or 1 lump of sugar), I eat a lot of toast, and I indeed don’t think or dream in german at all if I’m not speaking german or hear people speaking (or attempting to speak) german. This doesn’t bother me in the slightest, for english is so much more useful and sounds better than german.I can’t argue that it sounds better than french, but my language-level in french is not yet high enough as that i could prefer french to english. (by the way, every single british person i have talked to here or when i went to hastings with alice, told me i had a very extraordinary but indeed pleasant accent. i still dont really know how to take that…)

Challalala (very french for ‘oh gosh’ or ‘oh deary me’), its almost 10 o’clock (well, counting the time for me to get into bed). I will be off then,but I promise not to let you wait too long, and to do my next post ither in german or in french.

bissoux

 

english people

this is just a quick notice, sorry i’ve not been posting…..
I went to a party on saturday with alice and there were about all the french people of the charente it was magnificent although certain people that start with I cause certain difficulties in everyones brains. i think its not just me…..

 

Jamie Bamber

„We’ve got this inflated idea of our own superiority“

Jamie Bamber about how humans mistreat animals, especially highlighting the making of the bearskin hats the Buckingham guards wear.

 

atheism and all that other stuff you find lying in your brain

just so you know, its late, i’m tired, english sounds a bit like french and gets confused a lot with german around my brain. so probably the only people who will understand (and agree) with this are my lovely brothers and maybe my dad….

atheism. the fate of believing in reality. why dont we atheist believe in a god? bad question- let me ask one first: why do people believe in god? neither is there proof (dialogue in dreams or during meditation doesnt count, for the aliens arent responsible for flashing lights or corncirclethings either), nor any remotely plausible reason to believe in a being which has the power to give and take life and throw planets into existence and make lost legs heal back on or what the buck. people who believe in that kind of crap are either stupid, terrified to death of fire or just too dumb and/or ignorant to question „their“ view of the world.

So, my fine feathered friends: If you still believe in any form of higher (maybe spiritual) being that might have creator-abilities, ask yourself now (NOW I SAID) exactly why you believe a thing like that exists, and how you justify that.  Oh, and where you got that idea from anyway….

So, I would like to hear what you said to yourself in your head,  if you want to share it with me (and/or the world) post a comment or send me an email.

Of what I have experienced, people say things like „God is the only one who could have created the universe, for life can not jump into existence from nonlife. in your face bitch.“ well, dear humanbeing, there have actually been experiments simulating the conditions in which the universe must have been when the first life did jump into existence, and guess what: life did jump into existence. Even if noone knows exactly how that happened; it did happen. so in your own face.

another nice excuse: „there doesnt have to be proof, for god shows his existence in the love he extends to all of us“ what a load of crap. seriously. i love johnny depp, but does he know that if i dont walk up to him and tell him?and hey, even if he did have a mad intuition, would he know he wasnt just dreaming (about this weierd little german girl with unnatural hair)? how do you feel that love? if you can prove to me that we are loved by something that isnt physically detectable (haha u cant), i might start thinking about stuff like dead peoples souls flying around over our heads, but where does the weird idea of an old man with a beard, being all loveydovey and flowerpower come from? who is that godperson even supposed to be? other peoplego to the madhouse for believing on the existence of things that talk to them in their heads…There is no f***ing evidence of anything except humans and bees and birds an flowers. Not even of that actually, because we dont know we actually exist except for that we think we exist, but thats a whole nother topic….

I am so tired that i wont persue this any further now, but anyone that believes in a god can tell me any one phrase trying to prove gods existence, and i assure you i will be able to prove them all as not proof. (if u dont know what proof is, go google it). and as long as noone can proove the existence of something to me, i will not believe in it.

i have no personal proof of the existence of norway, for i have never been there. but if i wanted to know if norway really existed, i’d go to the place on the map they call norway, and i’d find out for myself. and if there wasnt anything there, i’d first doubt my geography skills a bit and then maybe i’d have to draw a new map without norway on it. BUT. i know people that claim to have been to the place they call norway (and they documented their trip) and i have seen (moving) pictures of that place, and i have heard people speak the language of the place they call norway, and i even know what the supposed capital of the place they call norway is.

So if you can give me as much (valid) evidence of the existence of a god ( and being able to name the capital of norway is important too, or i wont consider what u have to say) as i already have of the existence of a place called norway, i will maybe start to consider softening my hardened atheist shell.

 

n8

 

song of the day

a song a friend of me (in germany) sent me. it was uploaded the first day i went to school in france.

I miss you guys…..