Emerging chaos, frozen in time
donderdag 30 januari 2025
Ultimate schmaltz: DU!
In the 70s, progressives (like myself) were starting to rebel against the commercial hegemony of the Big Labels. The smash hit "Du" by Peter Maffay, translated (among others?) into Dutch and even English epitomised establishmentarian 'Big Bucks' pop and so was deservant of our scorn, or so we felt. But I secretly loved this track, which appealed to me as a hopeless romantic, even though I was only about 10 at the time and my budding sexuality amounted to not much more than dreaming of my own 'Du', covertly adoring the ground some distant girl moved on, holding hands with my beloved (real or imagined!) or at it most daring, engaging in a game of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours!' (little did our parents know of our exploits...)
With its simple but lovely music, dramatic arc towards the middle and hyper-romantic lyrics I still love it, after over 50 years when it first made its lightning entrance. A former girlfriend once said to me be about the (sadly late) Sinead O'Connor song "Nothing Compares 2 U": 'imagine if someone sang that to you'. Well, imagine someone sang "Du" to you, wouldn't that something to behold?
In deinen Augen steht so vieles, was mir sagt
Du fühlst genau so wie ich
Du bist das Mädchen, das zu mir gehört
Ich lebe nur noch für dich
.
Du bist alles, was ich habe auf der Welt
Du bist alles, was ich will
Du, du allein kannst mich versteh'n
Du, du darfst nie mehr von mir geh'n
.
Seit wir uns kennen
Ist mein Leben bunt und schön
Und es ist schön nur durch dich
Was auch gescheh'n mag, ich bleibe bei dir
.
Ich lass' dich niemals im Stich
Du bist alles, was ich habe auf der Welt
Du bist alles, was ich will, yeah
Du, du allein kannst mich versteh'n
.
Du, du darfst nie mehr von mir geh'n
Du, ich will dir etwas sagen
Was ich noch zu keinem anderen Mädchen
Zu keinem anderen Mädchen gesagt habe
.
Ich hab' dich lieb
Ja, ich hab' dich lieb
Und ich will dich immer liebhaben
Immer, immer
.
Nur dich
Wo ich auch bin
Was ich auch tu'
Ich hab' ein Ziel
.
Und dieses Ziel bist du
Bist du
Bist du
Ich kann nicht sagen, was du für mich bist
.
Sag, dass ich dich, dich nie verlier'
Ohne dich leben, das kann ich nicht mehr
Nichts kann mich trennen von dir
Du bist alles, was ich habe auf der Welt
.
Du bist alles, was ich will, yeah
Du, du allein kannst mich versteh'n
Du, du darfst nie mehr von mir geh'n
Du, du allein kannst mich versteh'n
English lyrics:
zondag 26 januari 2025
Il disent d'ailleurs il n'y a plus paradis (C'est mon bateau)
C'est mon bateau
Mon voyage en solitaire
Rien est plus beau que le silence et la mer
Avec lui j'irais jusque au bout du monde
Mon compagnon, mon complice de toujours
A l'horizon l'aube de un nouveaux jour
Nous disparairont tous deux ensemble
Il disent d'ailleurs il n'y a pas mieux qu'ici
Et que d'ailleurs il n'y plus paradis
Et que ne vaut pas la peine de quitter ce qu'on aime
Il disent d'ailleurs qu'ill ny a plus rien a voir
Et qu'il vaut mieux abandonner tout espoir
Et s'avouer perdue quand ocean se dechaine
Nous prenons le large
Avec le vent dans la voile
Sur mon visage restera sans égal
Rien ni personne me retenir
Nous irons loins au gré du temps
De port en port et d'escale en escale
Nous vivrons d'aventures impossible à decrire
Il disent d'ailleurs ilo n'y a pas mieux qu'ici
Et que d'ailleurs il n'y a plus paradis
zaterdag 25 januari 2025
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maandag 20 januari 2025
The Story of the Flying Wing Nazi Stealth Fighter Bomber (the Messershit 666-2/e)
The Nazi misplaced thete, methinksbelief in German science's power to win the war and secure yet another Evil Empire was of course legendary. Above, a paper model of the experimental Messershit 666, a wing-type stealth bomber with ionic propulsion and projected to do a cool Mach 4.35.
Only 2 prototypes were ever built and one of them crashed beyond repair on its maiden flight (some heads must have rolled, methinks!)
These machines were built very near the end of the Nazis' exploits when shortages of just about everything were crippling the Nazi weapons manufacturing machin e and secret weapons programs.
Legend has it that a worker in the 666 program went up to a teamleiter complaining they'd run out of black paint. 'Oh for Gott's sake Hans, the teamleiter shot back: 'look at the Yanks and their Mustang P-51: does it look like they give a ratz about black paint? Huh?' Hans: 'well, we do have some of that pink paint left, you knooow, from that 'Operazion Tranz'?
True story, that! ;-)
zaterdag 18 januari 2025
There's gold in them thar pods!
The above vaping pods, from a well-known European brand and some of them badly burnt (on purpose) contain small amounts of gold (a coating of some of the contacts) and I'll be damned if I don't get it out of there. All two grams of it!
vrijdag 17 januari 2025
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zondag 12 januari 2025
I Will Find You
If you were to die before me
Or if I was to die before you
I will search for you
For a billion years
On all the planets, moons and Universes
I will find you
That Samuel Bellamy quote...
I am sorry they won't let you have your sloop again, for I scorn to do any one a mischief, when it is not to my advantage; damn the sloop, we must sink her, and she might be of use to you. Though you are a sneaking puppy, and so are all those who will submit to be governed by laws which rich men have made for their own security; for the cowardly whelps have not the courage otherwise to defend what they get by knavery; but damn ye altogether: damn them for a pack of crafty rascals, and you, who serve them, for a parcel of hen-hearted numbskulls. They vilify us, the scoundrels do, when there is only this difference, they rob the poor under the cover of law, forsooth, and we plunder the rich under the protection of our own courage. Had you not better make then one of us, than sneak after these villains for employment?
I never tire of that one...
zaterdag 11 januari 2025
Lauren Allawey
Rummaging through some old photographs I came across some memories of an old flame of mine, Lauren Allawey.
I met Lauren at some non-descript party in Mayfair in the late eighties, a works do as I vaguely seem to recall.
We only briefly chatted before I melted into an emotionally charged puddle at her feet, faced with her statuesque, smoldering looks, somewhat reminiscent of middle eastern feminine mystique that so beguiles many Western white men like myself. Lauren always claimed that she was descended from the Alawite sect and with those tranquil eyes and dark good looks that would be easy to believe (although difficult to prove)
She was contemplating a career in porn but as a sole photoshoot in a leading girly magazine of the time (as they existed before the avalanche of Interwebs porn struck) showed, her heart wasn't really in it. In one photo (which I can't show here because the owners of blogger will side with any vile oppressor as long as it brings in a pretty penny but feel the need to protect the general public from any glimpse of female beauty, see e.g. here) her portrait looks more like that of a chaste Eve in some Christian triptych and her smile far more enigmatic than that of the Mona Lisa.
If I knew where she was and she had a partner I'd have a contract hit out on his head but as the poet Willem Elsschot teaches us:
Tussen droom en daad
Staan wetten in de weg
En praktische bezwaren
Longing springs eternal...
What's an empty Camember lid and a glass marble got to do with anything?
Well, if you 'honey, I shrunk the kids!' the above to the nano/femto level, that weirdness of weirdness known as quantum mechanics starts to rule how matter behaves.
Below is the so-called probability density distribution of (one of the) quantum states of the marble. Peaks are areas of high probability density.
Much more and much better in a post I'm working on...
vrijdag 10 januari 2025
The bags with no clothes on...
In my street, every Monday without fail, the same spectacle is on display. As seen above, the bags of idiocy adorn the street, carefully separated waste ready to be dumped somewhere and the well-meaning citizens convinced they've done their important civic duty.
Oooopsie! Here's one that lost its balance...
donderdag 9 januari 2025
Belgium: National Nuclear deterrence decentralisation, Neoliberal style
The Belgian G'ment has taken the almost unprecedented step of decentralising its nuclear umbrella by making the consumer pay for what it uses. Ready-to-install missile silo modules are available to familis that care about personal safety and its relation to personal responsability.
Below our Duke Nukem SMART v1.06.
The usual suspects have been bleating on about safety, 'fail safe', neighbourly vendettas (yawn) and such like but seem unaware of the incoming detection module, a veritable supercomputer in its own right. Below is our EagleEye SMART v1.0 (boy, does that baby pack some higher order, multiple variable differential equation systems!)
And those who can't afford their own silos, tough shit, should have grifted harder, should't ya! It's the price you pay for not caring about your own blood...
woensdag 8 januari 2025
The Chapels of Zandhoven
Zandhoven sports a number of chapels of which the 'boskapelletje' ('little chapel of the wood') is perhaps the best known. It's seriously old, having been refurbished into a bricks and mortar structure in the 15th Century.
This one is near the centre of town.
The inscription reads: "Koningin van de Kempen" ("Queen of the Kempen")
Voor de Dood
De soldaten zijn gekomen en ze hebben niets te zeggen
Ze hebben geen enkel argument
En toch zijn ze gekomen met slogans over vrijheid
Bevrijding en vol van sentiment
.
Soldaten maken oorlog
Oorlog is hun brood
Ze sterven voor de oorlog
Ze leven voor de dood
.
Waar is de vijand?
Waar ligt de grens?
Alles voor NAVO
NAVO voor crisis
.
Misschiеn is het voor Auschwitz niet te laat
Misschiеn is het voor Auschwitz niet te laat
.
De vijand uit het oosten, de vijand uit het westen
De vijand onder ons
Soldaten zijn gekomen, gewapend tot de tanden
Ze zijn het finale argument
.
Soldaten maken oorlog
Oorlog is hun brood
Ze sterven voor de oorlog
Ze leven voor de dood
dinsdag 7 januari 2025
Recycling alert! Ignore at your own peril...
The mountain of broken and unprocessed bra clasps continues to mount.
Young and horny men (and their eager female counterparts, who can forget them?) continue to fuck up the braclips of the objects of their genuine desires, and with it kill any chance of a meaningful shag!
The caption reads: "what excites you?"
Well, here's what would excite ME. Scrap history education (we don't learn from it anyway) and replace it with braclasp education...
Atrocity Exhibition
Perhaps the most poignant, piercing track in the history of popular music. 'Atrocity Exhibition' Joy Division.
Ian, I salute you and pray that that wormhole you dived into head first has taken you to a better world.
My best friend the former Nazi
He worked at IG Farben
I am from Antwerpen
.
He loved Swastkas and Stukas
I love the Mamas and the Papas
.
He hated pews and Jews
When the Reich fell I loved that news
.
Now he's a Zen buddhist
And I'm a budding Scientist
Circus of Death
Early Human League and one of their first clumsy attempts at being 'political'. The Halcyon days of an extended childhood...
The King of Kings brings you a bit of gold, rubies and diamonds...
Eldorado:
I met God in a small aula in Milan and he blew my mind...
maandag 6 januari 2025
zondag 5 januari 2025
"Invasion": art from the British Justice and Prison Gulag
The work represents a particularly poignant thematic, that of the prisoners' eternal desire of causing prognancy in the adult female.
The Rebels Strike Back!
Two Rebel 'Fatboy' (a Mk I and a Mk II) nuclear tipped drones about to brush a small town on the outskirts of Washington under the carpet. All hail the mighty atom!
John Connor built those beauties while detained at HMP Goulash 17 and then managed to smuggle them out.
Here is the blueprint for the Mk I, he nearly paid for his life with that one... 1/6 scale, no details on prepulsion/thermonucleaire context, of course...
He now lives in peace near a large pond, a total recluse.
Below, a Quatrium breeder reactor near Jho´ùng-fuhn; notice the unusual white Cherenkov radiation:
Wintery Decay in Pulderbos
A concrete floor in front of a (now closed) open fire.
A felled tree in a field around P.
zaterdag 4 januari 2025
Fire at the Tower of Hexalon!
Recycling made practical. A guide.
HEXA is my brand of vaping and I like it (but once I get my real vaping stuff from the Island of Doom it'll all go out of the window).
Like all 'well meaning' capitalists it provides a wealth of 'information', related to the pressing problem of that mountain of 'ewaste'.
The tower of Hexalon below is made from empty boxes (of 'pods'), empty pods and information sheets. Watch it crackle and burn!
A swift start:
The expanding furnace: now it's starting to look like Dresden (the most egregeous Allied war crime ever):
The end is nigh:
Ashes to ashes...
AAAAhhh, so satisfying, the cleansing fire...
vrijdag 3 januari 2025
An antique spectroscope
I found this little jewel on an ebricabrac (Abracadabra?) site. Apparently it's a late 19th Century spectroscope ("scope de spectres des objets lumineuzes", as these things are called, I was told) It could be worth a few thousand (Bitcoin?), or so I'm told:
After delicately cleaning it up a bit:
And it still works, see this spectrum of an old strip light (TL tube. will this old bird still fly chasing 'modern' LEDs?):
Much, much more about this and how diffraction led to Modern Physics and what Ennio Morricone has to do with all of this (?????)
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