ritas kleine welt

we’ve all done it at one point in our lives. regardless whether the receiving end was a parent, a neighbour, a friend in kiddiegarden, a teacher or someone from telly or the silverscreen. we’ve all, at one point in our lives, worshipped the ground that someone tread on. it doesn’t matter whether that time lasted a moment, a day, weeks, years, … it doesn’t matter who it is that we’re feeling so excited about. a child’s teddy bear can become the ruler of the universe just like the greatest folk-hero that n/ever lived. but: where does this need for hero worship come from? what are its limits and failings? what its benefits?

in honour of today's storm, i composed an ode upon a brave pigeon digging its little claws into a trusty birch twig and swaying with the whole tree against the stiff breeze.

ode (in german), moving pigeon and music behind the cut.

birgit and i went for a walk through berlin on friday afternoon in order to secure some tickets for the world premiere of the restored metropolis. (we were short of ten people in front of us when the box office closed. dang!) on our way to the friedrichstadtpalast, we crossed one of the many bridges across the river spree. this is what we saw...

andrea totally is to blame for it. and the beatles. of course. nobody forced them to make such good music. ok. and perhaps i have a hand in it, too. somewhere. remotely. anyway, listening to the white album, i couldn't help notice some similarities with two more recent songs. first there are the scissor sisters and then there is jet. and both probably have someone to blame, too.

so i decided to play a bit with a couple of pictures i took at the zoo last weekend and give them a bit of a vintage colouring. and then i got a bit carried away. thus, silliness ensued...

edit: now featuring tiger #2 and #3.

as i was on my way home, i had to stop by the petersbogen to buy the cat something for dinner tonight. pn the way back outside, my way led ultimately by the bookstore. i had not planned on visiting it, leave alone buy a book or something like that -- but then it happened. my eyes fell on the beatles anthology and i was done for. this is another one of those books that i have been hunting after over the past ten years or so. however, until today i have always been unable to purchase a copy because it was so ridiculously expensive.

today, however, i got lucky.