Caramblogage

Purple rain. The Rain in Spain falls mainly in the Plain. Let it Rain. I'm Singing in the Rain. Raindrops are falling on my head. I'm only happy when it rains. Rain Of Tears. Rain on me. Raindrops from heaven. Anyone who wishes to add to this ridiculously short list of rain titles, feel free to do so. The best entries will be published here and this competition is open 'till april next year, when we hope to see the sun again after all the rain. Autumn hath descended upon us. The skies, gray before, now have the glint of steel particular to clouds that know that they'll be here for a while. The rain bombards the pavements with permanent and powerful conviction.Mornings are awful, as when you creep out of your carfully heated cave consisting of a quilt and an extra blankey that you've been warming all night with your body heat (okay, it is slightly nuts to sleep with the window open...), you cant't help but feel the chill of winter sloly creep into your bone ma

Well, here we are again, at the start of yet another semester. For a change things seem to be going smoothly. After having waited for the schedules to be published for about a month, an amount of times Star Wars fans will be familliar with, after having made almost dialy trips to the next town, which is where I study to find out why I didn't know what courses to take yet, after a lot of cigs and fags and smokes, it hath fianally come to pass. It's always exciting, this feeling, going somewhere to get stuff pushed and pressed into your head by benevolent tutors. Some of them induce a state of hypnotism, so that their droning will hopefuly fade into you subbconcioussness (and stay there for the next few years), other are more practical, and the ocasional limb is put on the line for the sake of art. And the students go, limbless and well- rested, to have drink afterwards.

Ave, oh co- citizens of this planet. Anyone who has read the rest of this blog will know of my constant ranting against my current employers, the fitness company, the autumnal Berlin weather and humanity in general. Well, here's an anecdote that did warm my heart, and later on, heated my body, unclogged my pores and made me sweat profusely and from the depths of my corpus. A little flashback: a while back, maybe in May, I had read an article that suggested that, should one be strapped for cash (as I am) and in need of some enjoyable employment (which I lack), one should consider applying as a product tester or a lab-rat consumer (which I did). A few months passed. A week ago now, I was walking down the street thinking how nice it would be to have a refreshing swim to find out if I could still stay afloat, not to mention do a decent breast stroke. Walking through the streets on this sunny day, it seemed like all I would need to attain perfect harmony with my inner self and

On a sunny day in berlin, I sit here with my dysfunctional space tab and think. I was working alone yesterday, a dangerous thing. It gives you time to think and observe what you are doing. I observed this. A couple is kissing passionately on the street, they are so deeply into it that the surrounding street does not exist. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?" Another couple, deep in arguement. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?" A group of people walking down the street in what I can only assume to be a highly intellectual discussion. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?" A poor guy, walking and thinking his own thoughts. The perfect example of what a promoter would like to have and woo into taking part. "Take part in our competition or I'll sing!" (if you think this is material that might work in cartoon strip form, please let me know. I don't think it has mass appeal