Life-changing things that don’t matter

As your mind wanders, you may find yourself thinking about this one thing that’s never lazy. This one process that keeps on going till the end of your time. It’s the thought that never stops. It changes its face everywhere you look. Every different influence changes its way. Even when your body is sleeping, some parts of your central processing unit are still highly active.
From the moment we’re born, every sense is trained thus helping us to focus on specific things. Only after months and years of learning we’ve become able to focus on processes and their connections and therewith understand complex structures and our influence on those.

The problem arises when we’ve lost our interest in things. Without some special point of interest we use to wander around without getting the feeling of success. Focus is pretty important for anything you want to achieve. With all too far scattered interests you’re in danger of becoming a library containing short moments of nothing. Then again, if you concentrate too much, you become poison for yourself and others. Examples are: impotent top athletes, mad scientists, blind top managers - or as I may call them: failures in evolution.

Focus, but keep it real!

Wanderer:
Inmates of the Cebu Provincial Det. & Rehab. Center, Philippines ~ at YouTube
Körperzellenrock ~ at YouTube

“Inmitten der Schwierigkeit liegt die Möglichkeit” - Albert Einstein

So, I’ve been climbing again, after months of waiting for some shoulder to get itself together. And there it was: sweet painful reality. Even now, two days later I can feel every muscle mourning about the old lazy times. But it won’t help a thing. As it’s getting warmer, every sense is screaming for action.
Let’s rock! Free running and climbing this weekend, diving and maybe cycling the next one. To be honest, strain, some pain and the relaxing afterwards do in fact really feel good. Everybody needs to be exhausted from time to time. That makes you value the silent and maybe boring times on your favourite couch and eventually the office duty too.
Breathing is fun - running is freedom - life is burning into energy.

Information:
Running ~ Parkour in Vienna
Action ~ Parkour in Derby

Audio:
The Morning Benders - Borded Doors ~ at MySpace
The Morning Benders - Crosseyed ~ at YouTube

“Das Lebn is wia a Guglhupf. Aussen knusprig, dann schön weich, aber in der Mittn is trotzdem nix!”

Arbeitstage deren Anfang eine Qual darstellen und deren Ende im Aufgeben bestehen, sind wie harte Walnüsse deren Inhalt bereits vor Jahren die Farbe verlor. Zugegeben, Anspruch ist wichtig, aber auf die Dummheit der anderen Rücksicht nehmen zu müssen, ist durchaus etwas bedrückend.
Wenn somit zusätzlich das Gewicht andrer Leute getragen werden soll, so kann dies durchaus zu Gleichgewichtsstörungen führen. Schnürt es einem dann zusätzlich noch den Hals im wahrsten Sinne zu, kann es schon vorkommen, dass dem Körper mittels Carotid Sinus Reflex erhöhter Blutdruck simuliert wird. Der Körper - vom Bluthochdruck entsetzt - versucht dann diesen zu verringern, was in höheren Körperregionen zu Sauerstoffmangel führt. Das hat dann schon einmal Bewusstseinsverlust und ähnliche Unannehmlichkeiten zur Folge. Man sollte daher beim Tauchen mit Halsmanschette wie auch bei Strangulationen eher vorsichtig sein.

Cartoon:
Garfield 2008-05-05

What?
Guglhupf - something to eat
Carotid Sinus - death by mistake

“wos irgendwer denkt is ma irgendwie wurscht”

Information:
Due to current decisions I’m going to change the way I write. From now on, I’ll write less philosopical, more based on actual and current events and hopefully more often. The posts will stay short, maybe some pictures will complement these thought-snips. This will reduce the time needed for those entries and maybe their quality - well, not really.

News:
Ubuntu 8.04 is out!
“All operating systems include stuff you’ll never use.
For example, Ubuntu 8.04 LTS includes an easy uninstall feature.
We know - completely redundant.”

Audio:
Audioslave - Like a Stone
God is an Astronaut - The End of the Beginning

It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

Pictures flashed in front of me. I had seen this face before. His face. These frightful but fascinating eyes seemed like there was no life beyond their long lost colours. Empty and without any expression they gazed at mine. The only fear I could have found in the reflexions within his eyes. Reality faded. I was lost.
Nervous. I had to make it in time. The name of the street was not on the map. A grey folder glided through my fingers, slipping slowly along the roof of the silver car I stepped out seconds ago. It fell to the slobbery ground freeing the files from inside to the outside world. After awaking out of confusion, I looked up from the map directly into a men with dark sunglasses wearing an even darker coat. He collected the stranded files and returned the folder without speaking any word. Then he hastily went away. This was the first time we met.

A restaurant; another meeting place in a nameless city. After pushing myself tiredly out of the rental car, I got almost knocked over. I hardly prevented myself from falling by catching the car door which was still open. Only for a moment his face was right there. I could see the acceptance of his own doom. There was no fear, but greater tiredness than one mind could probably bear. He was holding a gun in his left hand. It was him. This was the second time. It began to snow.
Sorry, he said.
This was my final thought!

Time froze. Her facial expression got tense. So did every muscle in her body. As she held her breath her heart seemed to beat as fast as it could. It appeared to be the only part in this world ignoring the stop. The place filled with a deadly silence. Nighttime put everything into a black coat. Rain clouds and mist killed off even the little light the scrawny moon would possibly reflect. In the small cone, the street light threw at her right eye and cheek, I could notice her pain.
I came closer. Despite the puddles of water all over the street my feet did not make any sound. I felt the heaviness of my coat while I was moving. I thought about the sins I committed and their weight sucking me down, deeper and deeper into the darkness. Yet, I was stronger.

I bent over her. Her hair had the colour of dark red roses. Her skin was pale like cherry blossoms and her lips shined like fresh blood. By looking in the middle of her eyes I could find myself surprised about the fascinating blue I was covered in. At this time, I was able to measure the full dimension of her sorrow. It was cold enough to see her last breath dispersing into the dark. A cloud released some light of earth’s oldest satellite. Suddenly, the focus of her eyes met mine.
Now, she remembered!