<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641</id><updated>2011-10-10T18:43:44.330+02:00</updated><category term='Diary'/><category term='Sport'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Study'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Game'/><category term='Media'/><category term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Dreams. Thoughts. Studies.</title><subtitle type='html'>Someone once told me that everybody in the media business should have a blog... so this is mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-1844272574166783292</id><published>2011-01-10T16:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:24:30.924+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Die Verachtung.</title><content type='html'>Ein Film mit Brigitte Bardot und Michel Piccoli, von Jean-Luc Godard, 1963. Originaltitel: Le Mépris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Ehepaar, hübsche Frau und (Film)Schriftsteller, gerät in Streit und fortschreitende Entfremdung über seinen neuesten Auftrag: die Umschreibung der Filmadaption von Homers Odyssee. // Vorstellungen, Erwartungen, Darstellung, Selbstreflexion, Schicksal. // Auffallend untermalt mit Wiederholungen, Übersetzungen, Zeitsprüngen, langsamen Kamerafahrten, ungewöhnlichen mise-en-scènes, Farbakzente in kargen Innenräumen vs. Standbildähnlichen Naturaufnahmen  und (nachträglich gefilmten) Nacktaufnahmen von Brigitte Bardot. // Gastrolle Fritz Lang, als Fritz Lang. "Jeder Film sollte einen Standpunkt haben. ... Hier geht es um den Kampf des Individuums gegen das Schicksal. Das ewige Problem der alten Griechen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Film über die Filmbranche. Ein Film über die Suche nach Bestätigung. Ein Film über die Differenz von Pflicht und Freiheit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-1844272574166783292?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1844272574166783292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=1844272574166783292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1844272574166783292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1844272574166783292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2011/01/die-verachtung.html' title='Die Verachtung.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-4692159831071485329</id><published>2010-02-04T01:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:36:24.619+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Fear Not The Pen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bitmob.com/index.php/mobfeed/fear-not-the-pen.html"&gt;http://bitmob.com/index.php/mobfeed/fear-not-the-pen.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-4692159831071485329?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4692159831071485329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=4692159831071485329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4692159831071485329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4692159831071485329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2010/02/fear-not-pen.html' title='Fear Not The Pen!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-9141490451508006083</id><published>2009-12-09T01:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:52:39.740+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Pain!</title><content type='html'>Ich schaue gerade die letzte Folge von Sex and the City und ich wünschte, es würde nicht enden. Aber alles muss wohl irgendwann enden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eine hervorragende Serie...&lt;br /&gt;Ein guter Song...&lt;br /&gt;Ein schöner Tag...&lt;br /&gt;Die jugendliche Unbeschwertheit...&lt;br /&gt;Die Zeit, in der man von seiner Mom einen Adventskalender geschenkt bekommt... &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So viele Dinge. Und ich weiß es. Und ich arrangiere mich damit. Tu ich wirklich. Aber warum tut es am Ende des Tages immer noch so weh, dass Daddy nicht mehr ist?! Besonders jetzt... im November und Dezember vermisse ich ihn immer besonders schmerzhaft. ... Seine große Nase, seine Zahnlücke zwischen den Schneidezähnen, sein Grinsen nach einem der vielen Sprüche, die er jederzeit gebracht hat, seine überraschenden Anrufe ... und seine kindliche Freude über gute Musik. Oh man, er liebte Musik wirklich sehr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer sagt, dass Zeit alle Wunden heilt, der hat sich glaube ganz schwer getäuscht! Zeit hilft nur, Wege zu finden, um die Leerstelle in seinem Herzen in den Hintergrund schieben und verdecken zu können.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-9141490451508006083?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/9141490451508006083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=9141490451508006083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/9141490451508006083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/9141490451508006083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/12/pain.html' title='Pain!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-3998467909215252056</id><published>2009-12-01T23:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:49:50.478+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Things to do in 2009? Three.</title><content type='html'>Turn 30 without feeling bad about it! Done!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-3998467909215252056?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3998467909215252056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=3998467909215252056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3998467909215252056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3998467909215252056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do-in-2009-three.html' title='Things to do in 2009? 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-973676379260415855</id><published>2009-11-23T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:14:37.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Dear Men.</title><content type='html'>Cut the crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-973676379260415855?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/973676379260415855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=973676379260415855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/973676379260415855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/973676379260415855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-men.html' title='Dear Men.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-1645391084123511823</id><published>2009-11-18T19:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:43:15.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Jack and Jill vs the World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is no fairy tale!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-1645391084123511823?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1645391084123511823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=1645391084123511823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1645391084123511823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1645391084123511823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/11/jack-and-jill-vs-world.html' title='Jack and Jill vs the World.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-1991038900591600405</id><published>2009-11-12T19:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:16:47.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Things to do in 2009? Two.</title><content type='html'>Get in touch with old friends. Done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-1991038900591600405?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1991038900591600405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=1991038900591600405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1991038900591600405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1991038900591600405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-do-in-2009-two.html' title='Things to do in 2009? Two.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-903052976260565174</id><published>2009-11-12T18:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:56:49.644+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>niiu.de - Deine individuelle Tageszeitung!</title><content type='html'>Darüber bin ich heute gestolpert: &lt;a href="http://www.niiu.de/"&gt;www.niiu.de&lt;/a&gt; Das ist etwas, worüber meine Ausbilder schon vor 7 Jahren geredet haben! Ist das wirklich erst jetzt umgesetzt worden? Also neu / new / niiu ist das ja somit nicht wirklich! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin gespannt, ob sich die Geschäftsidee erfolgreich durchsetzt! Meinen Segen haben die beiden Unternehmensgründer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Warum gerade eine individualisierte Tageszeitung – woher kommt das Interesse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Weder das Internet noch die gedruckte Tageszeitung bilden das Informationsverhalten und den Lifestyle junger Leute ausreichend ab – also auch unseren eigenen nicht. Das wollen wir ändern: mit einem Produkt, das zum einen die persönlich ausgewählten Inhalte der Zeitungen bietet, das Hintergrund und Kommentare liefert und das zum anderen aber auch die Vielfalt des Internets widerspiegelt, das bis heute keinen Platz in der klassischen Tageszeitung findet. Dabei informieren sich gerade junge Leute heute häufig im Netz: mit Special-Interest-Inhalten genauso wie über neue, meinungsbildende Formate, z. B. Blogs, Social Networks und ähnliches.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All das wollen wir den Lesern jetzt in EINEM Produkt bieten, und zwar über das derzeit beste, weil komfortabelste Medium – Papier.&lt;br /&gt;Mit niiu wollen wir vor allem junge Menschen ansprechen, denn bei ihnen haben wir genau dieses Informationsbedürfnis identifiziert. In einem nächsten Schritt ist das Produkt sicher auf weitere Zielgruppen übertragbar."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-903052976260565174?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/903052976260565174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=903052976260565174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/903052976260565174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/903052976260565174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/11/niiude-deine-individuelle-tageszeitung.html' title='niiu.de - Deine individuelle Tageszeitung!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-8926115204403826968</id><published>2009-11-12T18:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:33:43.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Victory!</title><content type='html'>Over the last term I constantly requested lactose free milk for my coffee in the cafeteria on my campus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they finally managed to offer me this! I've been so happy I thanked the staff immediately! They even sent me to their manager. HE probably wanted to know who bothered his employees over the last few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - my victory! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-8926115204403826968?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8926115204403826968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=8926115204403826968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/8926115204403826968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/8926115204403826968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/11/victory.html' title='Victory!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-1476105369978042134</id><published>2009-11-05T13:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:33:58.610+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Facebook!</title><content type='html'>Today I can't login into my facebook account. My email is invalid! ... WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird if you count on that networking. Two of my friends birthdays are today and yesterday I sent two new friend requests... needed to check on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the "new" facebook has only been a little annoying, but now I am pissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-1476105369978042134?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1476105369978042134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=1476105369978042134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1476105369978042134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1476105369978042134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook.html' title='Facebook!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-6261591225175421369</id><published>2009-07-18T10:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:17:03.473+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Diffidence.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just have to take a chance. There has to be no trick simply because someone took a step into your direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-6261591225175421369?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6261591225175421369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=6261591225175421369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/6261591225175421369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/6261591225175421369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/07/diffidence.html' title='Diffidence.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-3285591973020092053</id><published>2009-06-19T01:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:03:05.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Terrorist.</title><content type='html'>At least, that is what I am told &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGD2q2vewzQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! And you are not that innocent either!  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-3285591973020092053?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3285591973020092053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=3285591973020092053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3285591973020092053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3285591973020092053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-terrorist.html' title='I am a Terrorist.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-217396448736288131</id><published>2009-06-18T22:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:20:00.807+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Jackass - The Movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I've seen "Jackass - The Movie" (again) at a class in university... the diversity of the reaction of the viewers have been quite amusing, as usual! The more often I see the movie the more I think that the Jackass crew will show us our sickened society. A lot of people have so little to do, but on the other hand so much seen yet in movies, TV and life that they are looking for spectacle and absurdness... or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-217396448736288131?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/217396448736288131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=217396448736288131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/217396448736288131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/217396448736288131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/06/jackass-movie.html' title='Jackass - The Movie.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-4875563699662705933</id><published>2009-05-07T17:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:59:28.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence.</title><content type='html'>*.      .      .      .*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-4875563699662705933?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4875563699662705933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=4875563699662705933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4875563699662705933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4875563699662705933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/05/silence.html' title='Silence.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-6283638912803181015</id><published>2009-01-24T14:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:42:44.712+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><title type='text'>Meine große Klappe. Die Zweite.</title><content type='html'>17 days passed and I haven't been running once. Three more months to &lt;a href="http://www.rbb-lauf.de/images/strecke/strecke2009.pdf"&gt;go&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-6283638912803181015?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6283638912803181015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=6283638912803181015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/6283638912803181015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/6283638912803181015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/meine-groe-klappe-die-zweite.html' title='Meine große Klappe. Die Zweite.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-2339356277312640393</id><published>2009-01-20T22:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:57:34.609+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Women Treatment.</title><content type='html'>And what do we learn from &lt;a href="http://en.qoob.tv/video/clip_view.asp?id=10724"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;? Always treat 'your doll' right!   ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-2339356277312640393?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2339356277312640393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=2339356277312640393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/2339356277312640393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/2339356277312640393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-treatment.html' title='Women Treatment.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-102128177709039835</id><published>2009-01-16T17:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:50:31.263+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Escape from New York.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Call me Snake.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In German known as "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082340/"&gt;Die Klapperschlange&lt;/a&gt;". Written by John Carpenter in the 70ies. Carpenter had to wait until 1980 to realize the movie himself because everybody else thought of it as too dark and brutal. Snake Plissken, the main charakter and the movie itself got cult status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it for years. I really had fun watching it again. The technical equipment e.g. monitors, computers, plaines etc. shown in the movie are great. Many camera moves have reminded me of todays typical ego-shooter aesthetics. The sound created a very intense athmosphere. Outstanding as well are the decoration of the cars. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta see what I am talking about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-102128177709039835?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/102128177709039835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=102128177709039835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/102128177709039835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/102128177709039835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/escape-from-new-york.html' title='Escape from New York.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-3629787168331292093</id><published>2009-01-15T01:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:18:41.569+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Things to do in 2009? One.</title><content type='html'>Angrillen - trotz einiger Startschwierigkeiten - erledigt!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-3629787168331292093?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3629787168331292093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=3629787168331292093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3629787168331292093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3629787168331292093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-do-in-2009-one.html' title='Things to do in 2009? One.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-5328204431458184778</id><published>2009-01-14T00:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:35:52.557+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><title type='text'>My First Icehockey Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SW-sJkCAaSI/AAAAAAAAACw/i4ofFdnFvas/s1600-h/IceHockey02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SW-sJkCAaSI/AAAAAAAAACw/i4ofFdnFvas/s320/IceHockey02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291637367474514210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been to the game &lt;a href="http://www.eisbaeren.de/"&gt;Eisbären Berlin&lt;/a&gt; vs. Iserlohn Roosters in the new O2-World in Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me a bit of basketball games from Alba Berlin. But on the other hand it was something new. I didn't knew any rule or fan singing. Luckily a friend of mine could tell me the basic principels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final score has been 2:2. So I had the enjoyment of 5 minutes overtime and since non of the teams have been able to get the puck into the goal I even saw a penaltyshooting. And that all at the first game I was experiencing live. It was fun! And eventually the Eisbären won !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a special (non describable) excitement when you experience something for the first time. I wish I could have that more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-5328204431458184778?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5328204431458184778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=5328204431458184778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/5328204431458184778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/5328204431458184778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-icehockey-game.html' title='My First Icehockey Game.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SW-sJkCAaSI/AAAAAAAAACw/i4ofFdnFvas/s72-c/IceHockey02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-7869343216903252114</id><published>2009-01-13T11:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:28:34.254+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Literature. A Catch-Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ereignispolitik: Eine Annäherung an die Filmästhetik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Tykwer "Sometimes Bitter, Sometimes Sweet" (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Frieda Grafe "Der Mann Murnau. Eine kommentierte Biografie" (2003)&lt;br /&gt;David Bordwell "Technicolor" (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Frieda Grafe "Licht im Auge - Farbe im Kopf" (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Raumerfahrungen: Natur, Landschaft, Garten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Virilio "Die Auflösung des Stadtbildes." (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Susanne Müller "Das Reisehandbuch als Medium von Landschaft." (2007)&lt;br /&gt;John Brinkerhoff Jackson "Landschaften. Ein Resümee" (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ästhetik / Bildwissenschaft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Heidegger (Auszug) "Der Ursprung des Kunstwerkes" (1935/1936)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-7869343216903252114?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7869343216903252114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=7869343216903252114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7869343216903252114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7869343216903252114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/literature-catch-up.html' title='Literature. A Catch-Up.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-3433760990693622541</id><published>2009-01-13T10:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:12:05.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Spanish Lessons.</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine lives in Spain. I visited her a couple of years ago. It must have been 2004. But I promised her to learn Spanish since our farewell in the US in the year 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really forgotten that promise. I took a beginner class - twice! But never got beyond that stage. To keep me motivated to reactivate some of my Spanish knowledge I bought myself an 'everyday calendar' with mini spanish lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I mostly liked the adages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for New Year&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El que logra empezar un camino lo tiene ya medio hecho.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se es más asclavo de los débiles que de los fuertes.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;** Enrique Jardiel Poncela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;*Who manages to start an alley accomplished already half of it.&lt;br /&gt;**You are more slave to the weak than to the strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-3433760990693622541?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3433760990693622541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=3433760990693622541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3433760990693622541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3433760990693622541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/spanish-lessons.html' title='Spanish Lessons.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-3708230114724699124</id><published>2009-01-07T00:55:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:32:50.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><title type='text'>Meine große Klappe. Die Erste.</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, last year I claimed that a good friend of mine should tell me early enough where and when she wants to participate in a public run (not in the last minute). Now she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me today if I would join her for a One-Third-Marathon right through Potsdam in about 3 1/2 monts. Damn... I can't think of a good excuse. And why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going to accept the challenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-3708230114724699124?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3708230114724699124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=3708230114724699124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3708230114724699124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3708230114724699124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/meine-groe-klappe-die-erste.html' title='Meine große Klappe. Die Erste.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-4018448013330397199</id><published>2009-01-02T02:53:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:43:25.758+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Alltägliche Wege mal anders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SW-t3u5VSjI/AAAAAAAAADA/40RFnfdQIRI/s1600-h/CIMG0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SW-t3u5VSjI/AAAAAAAAADA/40RFnfdQIRI/s200/CIMG0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291639260176534066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Es hat auch sein Gutes, wenn man die letzte Regionalbahn aus Berlin verpasst. So konnte ich im Nachtbus den Weg vom Potsdamer Platz (Berlin) nach Potsdam City mal ganz anders genießen. Und ein nächtlicher Gang durch die menschenleere Potsdamer Innenstadt hat auch was für sich. Vor allem, wenn man mitten auf den sonst stark befahrenen Hauptstraßen langspazieren kann!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-4018448013330397199?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4018448013330397199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=4018448013330397199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4018448013330397199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4018448013330397199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2009/01/alte-wege-mal-anders.html' title='Alltägliche Wege mal anders!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SW-t3u5VSjI/AAAAAAAAADA/40RFnfdQIRI/s72-c/CIMG0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-937577377305334282</id><published>2008-12-31T17:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:45:38.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhäm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVubQopepPI/AAAAAAAAACY/LXuMRqPpJJM/s1600-h/023rutsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVubQopepPI/AAAAAAAAACY/LXuMRqPpJJM/s320/023rutsche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285989297741014258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kanns enden, wenn beim Rutsch der Böller zum falschen Zeitpunkt hochging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-937577377305334282?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/937577377305334282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=937577377305334282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/937577377305334282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/937577377305334282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/bhm.html' title='Bhäm!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVubQopepPI/AAAAAAAAACY/LXuMRqPpJJM/s72-c/023rutsche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-9155416069680161580</id><published>2008-12-31T11:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:29:50.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Einen guten Rutsch....</title><content type='html'>... wünscht euch herzlich ... Miss_V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVtJW8uDgNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fuwEvnEE6f8/s1600-h/1583447-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285899246254653650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVtJW8uDgNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fuwEvnEE6f8/s320/1583447-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-9155416069680161580?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/9155416069680161580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=9155416069680161580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/9155416069680161580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/9155416069680161580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/einen-guten-rutsch.html' title='Einen guten Rutsch....'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVtJW8uDgNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fuwEvnEE6f8/s72-c/1583447-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-7231282510749866738</id><published>2008-12-30T12:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:44:06.886+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>My Every Morning Procedure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/funny-pictures-cat-gets-out-of-bed-in-stages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/funny-pictures-cat-gets-out-of-bed-in-stages.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-7231282510749866738?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7231282510749866738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=7231282510749866738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7231282510749866738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7231282510749866738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-every-morning-procedure.html' title='My Every Morning Procedure.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-7982009000540407543</id><published>2008-12-30T02:51:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:29:25.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><title type='text'>Bloodrayne. The Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVmLzXV51xI/AAAAAAAAABw/2_k7EV8gmCY/s1600-h/blood_spatter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVmLzXV51xI/AAAAAAAAABw/2_k7EV8gmCY/s320/blood_spatter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285409352251463442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im letzten Semester habe ich mich zum Thema Gewalt in Computer- und Videospielen schon mit dem Spiel "Bloodrayne" für das von mir besuchte Seminar "Konvergenz von Computerspielen und Kunst" auseinandergesetzt. Und wie es der Zufall so will, ist ein Freund von mir ein Fan von dem Spiel. Ehrlicherweise muss ich zugeben, war er es, der mich auf das Spiel für mein Referat aufmerksam gemacht hat. So habe ich die Möglichkeit, bevor ich auch nur einziges Level  selbst gespielt habe, mich mit Bloodrayne, durch die Beschreibungen zu Spielsteuerung, -inhalten und -besonderheiten durch die Spielerfahrungen eines Anderen auseinanderzusetzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOODRAYNE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developer: Terminal Reality&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Majesco&lt;br /&gt;Platform: Playstation2, XBox, Nintendo Gamecube, PC, Mac&lt;br /&gt;Release: 15. Oktober 2002&lt;br /&gt;Genre(s): Hack and Slash, Action Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Letzte Nacht war ich "live im Chat" dabei, als besagter Freund das Spiel zum ungefähr sechsten Mal anfing zu zocken. Thematisiert wurden natürlich die extreme Gewaltdarstellung und auch Nutzung dieser, um die Gegner kaltzumachen.  Vor allem hat mich natürlich interessiert, warum ihn das Spiel immer noch fasziniert und er es für etwas Besonderes hält. Folgende Kommentare konnte ich ihm unter anderem dabei entlocken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALLGEMEIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- es macht immer noch Spaß... das einzige was mich stört ist dass es keinen cheat für unendlich ammo gibt &amp;amp; dadurch kann man die spaßigsten waffen immer nur sehr kurz benutzen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVmw_ogpmTI/AAAAAAAAACI/xof7iQi2_gQ/s1600-h/bloodrayneEND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVmw_ogpmTI/AAAAAAAAACI/xof7iQi2_gQ/s320/bloodrayneEND.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450244948597042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- die Steuerung ist echt brutal simpel, auch ein grund weshalb das Spiel so schick ist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- das geniale an Rayne ist eigentlich dass sie so stylisch non-0815 ist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ich glaub diese pefekte Mischung aus absolut sinnloser aber spaßig animierten Gewalt, der obergenialen Vertonung, die sehr schicke Darstellung der Nazis/Deutschen und die kleinen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Features für Männer&lt;/span&gt;* machen das Spiel einfach so hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ich bin ja echt kurz davor zu sagen, dass das einfach das beste Spiel überhaupt ist, aber das wär glaube ein bisschen zu viel... vor allem weil es mittlerweile technisch auch schon um einiges besser geht - aber es ist echt sehr, sehr nah dran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEWALT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dieses Game ist einfach so genial übertrieben brutal... ich finds auch  irgendwie bedenklich dass mir das so viel Spass macht, aber ich denk mir dann  immer "ach immerhin sinds Nazis, dann passt das schon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bei jeder Attacke hat man so ne kleine Chance dass man denen ein Körperteil abhackt und je nachdem welches, sterben die gegner da unterschiedlich  schnell dran: Kopf -&gt; sofort, Hand -&gt; relativ langsam (10 sec), Beine  -&gt; schon etwas schneller.&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt hab ich nen cheat drin, dass eigentlich  bei jeder Kleinigkeit irgendwas abfliegt, das macht fun... man rennt nur noch  rum und haut jeden nur einmal oder schießt einmal druff und dann verblutet um  einen herum einfach alles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in real würds auch irgendwie zu sair auf den Magen gehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- achso... diese &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gib**&lt;/span&gt; sache funktioniert bei Zombies dann ganz  anders... ich glaub nen Arm weniger, stört die fast garnet... ein Bein schon  eher, und Kopf weg kann sogar sein, dass die das garnet juckt - nur dass sie nicht mehr wissen wo man  steht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- was auch schick ist, ist so ein instant assassin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gib&lt;/span&gt;**, den man aber leider nur sehr  selten macht (eher zufall, wann der kommt), da macht man auch ohne cheat einfach  einen Blade Schlag, so von unten durch den Gegner durch und da fliegt dann  einfach alles weg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPRACHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ihre Sprüche dazu sind einfach das Beste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- man hackt jemandem ein Bein ab und Rayne dann nur "i think you've dropped something" und in  so ner obereiskalten, abgefuckten Stimme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- richtig gut gefällt mir auch der Spruch, wenn man grad wie jemandem was abgehackt hat und er schreiend durch die gegend rennt: "quiet!!! what will the neighbours think?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- das Zitat hatte ich schon vergessen... man kommt grad in nen Raum auf der jagd nach einem weiteren deutschen Offizier, als er von nem Zombie/Monster Vieh übernommen wird und dann sagt "i'll wear you like lederhosen" (in schicker amerikanischer aussprache) und Rayne dann wieder mit ihrer eiskalten Stimme "whatever you are, you just said the wrong words!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aber ich find auch die Namen in dem spiel alle so genial... der Hauptbösewicht heißt zb einfach nur Wulf (auch wirklich so geschrieben) und dann gibts noch den priester der nazis: Van Blut usw. einfach hammer dieses game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- richtig genial auch... Wulf heißt komplett Jurgen (man merke: nicht Jürgen) Wulf, weitere namen sind zb noch Offizier Mauler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bei diesem Spiel merkt man einfach was für ein Bild die Amis von Nazis/Deutschen haben/hatten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- schön ist auch der Name der Abteilung, die der Wulf leitet: GegenGeist Gruppe, und dann einfach wie cool die Amis das immer aussprechen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- generell sind da auch total viele Beschilderungen wie zb "Speisesaal", "Waschraum" etc und auch ein paar Plakate und sogar fast alles korrekt geschrieben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOODRAYNE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- es macht Spass, dieses spiel zu loben, leider war bloodrayne 2 schon um Klassen schlechter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ich find es auch entsetzlich wenn von den eigenen Leuten nicht  verstanden wird, was an ihrem ersten Spiel so gut war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVmv4Aqf29I/AAAAAAAAACA/JIPgfE8TatA/s1600-h/BR2_halbiert_Screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVmv4Aqf29I/AAAAAAAAACA/JIPgfE8TatA/s320/BR2_halbiert_Screen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449014481771474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ich glaub in Teil 2 kämpft man zb nur noch gegen "normale" Menschen und Vampire... wtf will ich damit?! das macht doch keinen Spass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PLUS es ist schwieriger gewesen, als will ich mich von so nem oberfungame fertig machen lassen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ich find eh dass viele Spielehersteller ihre Spiele einfach zu frustrierend  schwer machen, dabei erhöht das den Spassfaktor meistens eher nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Features für Männer - &lt;/span&gt;gemeint ist wohl hiermit vor allem die übertriebene Bouncing Boobs Technique&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gib&lt;/span&gt; - siehe auch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gibs"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gibs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nach seinen Kommentaren und vielen Rückfragen meinerseits, gab er unaufgefordert die Einschätzung ab, dass mir das Spiel wahrscheinlich ganz und gar nicht gefallen würde. Warum er das denkt, weiß ich nicht. Aber so kam ich dazu darüber nachzudenken, was mich denn sonst dazu brachte, all die Computer- oder Videospiele, die ich schon gespielt habe, überhaupt anzufangen und bei welchen Games ich länger hängengeblieben bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazit: Hauptsächlich kam ich durch (vom Spiel begeisterte) Freunde an neue Spiele, mit denen ich das Spieleerlebnis teilen oder zumindest auswerten konnte. Vor allem aber auch durch mir nahestehende Personen, die mir gegebenenfalls weiterhelfen konnten, wenn ich an spezifischen Stellen nicht weiterkam. Dabei war es ziemlich egal, zu welchem Genre oder zu welcher Platform das mir empfohlene Spiel gehörte.&lt;br /&gt;Entscheidend für eine lang andauernde Spielzeit sind bei mir der schnelle Zugang zur Steuerung und die Storyline ingame. Das i-Tüpfelchen bringen dann Athmosphäre und Erfolgserlebnisse.  Das ist doch nicht zuviel verlangt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begeisterung für Bloodrayne hab ich bei  jemand Anderem nun schon ausführlich erleben können. Die Fangemeinde im Netz ist umfangreich. Der US-Playboy soll Rayne sogar als bisher einzigen Charakter aus einem Videospiel in seinem Magazin abgedruckt haben. Somit steht der Titel auf meiner "Liste, der noch zu testenden Spiele" ganz oben. In welchem Umfang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mich&lt;/span&gt; Ms. Rayne dann ingame begeistert, bleibt abzuwarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fortsetzung folgt... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-7982009000540407543?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7982009000540407543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=7982009000540407543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7982009000540407543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7982009000540407543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloodrayne-game.html' title='Bloodrayne. The Game.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVmLzXV51xI/AAAAAAAAABw/2_k7EV8gmCY/s72-c/blood_spatter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-5416627200981761609</id><published>2008-12-28T16:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:07:20.824+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas. Die Zweite.</title><content type='html'>Blood is thicker than water! And I really love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when the own mother has a new man? A man who has no children of its own. There is not the same blood that runs through your veins. There is not even the same water that runs through your throats. So how much can he tell you? How much will you listen? How much do you care about the influence he has on your mother? When will you stop to try to satisfy him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to listen to him - again: "We never get anything done right. We are always unprepared. We are always late. We only call when we need something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a charming mood for Christmas - a celebration of family and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me that Christmas has only two holidays!  And I only saw him on one of them. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-5416627200981761609?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5416627200981761609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=5416627200981761609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/5416627200981761609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/5416627200981761609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-die-zweite.html' title='Merry Christmas. Die Zweite.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-7507598140732318449</id><published>2008-12-24T12:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:01:02.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVeUme2OUCI/AAAAAAAAABo/CbYpW17wE2w/s1600-h/Adventsstre%C3%9F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVeUme2OUCI/AAAAAAAAABo/CbYpW17wE2w/s320/Adventsstre%C3%9F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856076579000354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-7507598140732318449?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7507598140732318449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=7507598140732318449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7507598140732318449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7507598140732318449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SVeUme2OUCI/AAAAAAAAABo/CbYpW17wE2w/s72-c/Adventsstre%C3%9F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-4378760387929849337</id><published>2008-11-19T18:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:18:50.314+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Do you like music?</title><content type='html'>... More than food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0426931/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;August Rush (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-4378760387929849337?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4378760387929849337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=4378760387929849337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4378760387929849337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4378760387929849337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-like-music.html' title='Do you like music?'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-1163398593262254328</id><published>2008-11-09T23:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:51:29.628+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>007. Statement.</title><content type='html'>Well well well... It's hard. It's action. It's not rescuing the world. It's an untypical soundtrack. It's a lot of great camerawork but even more cutting. Sometimes less is more but I enjoyed the cinema as event itself. ...  You should watch the film and decide for yourself. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-1163398593262254328?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1163398593262254328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=1163398593262254328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1163398593262254328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1163398593262254328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/007-statement.html' title='007. Statement.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-8365919995691567881</id><published>2008-11-05T23:11:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:30:38.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Rick Altman. Sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound Theory. Sound Practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York / London 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;General Introduction: Cinema as Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Film can not be defined as a text&lt;br /&gt;- Movie is not only a product but a whole industrie / (can't be separated(?))&lt;br /&gt;- lenghty process of conception-investment-production-distribution-exhibition-reception is described as a 3-D-model&lt;br /&gt;- Cinema is seen as a macro-event and therefore seen with a dozen attributes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicity&lt;br /&gt;Three-Dimensionality&lt;br /&gt;Materiality&lt;br /&gt;Heterogeneity&lt;br /&gt;Intersection&lt;br /&gt;Performance&lt;br /&gt;Multi-Discursivity&lt;br /&gt;Instability&lt;br /&gt;Mediation&lt;br /&gt;Choice&lt;br /&gt;Diffusion&lt;br /&gt;Interchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altman comments on all of these attributes concerning sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-8365919995691567881?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8365919995691567881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=8365919995691567881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/8365919995691567881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/8365919995691567881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/rick-altman-sound.html' title='Rick Altman. Sound.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-3914544221860678191</id><published>2008-11-05T20:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:45:40.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>007. Update.</title><content type='html'>Two days and two hours to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-3914544221860678191?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3914544221860678191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=3914544221860678191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3914544221860678191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3914544221860678191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/007-update.html' title='007. Update.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-7702965241682225999</id><published>2008-11-05T20:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:04:26.506+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Garten heute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SRHwwYp0VtI/AAAAAAAAABA/0lpA7XoVmv0/s1600-h/CIMG0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SRHwwYp0VtI/AAAAAAAAABA/0lpA7XoVmv0/s320/CIMG0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265254153415055058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nachtrag zu Jüngers Gartenabhandlung:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Das &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tropical Island&lt;/span&gt; ist ein Gartenformat von heute, was ins Extreme ausartet. Ausgeschlossen von der natürlichen Umwelt, unterwirft man die Pflanzen einem beliebig wählbaren Klima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Mechanisierung auf die auch Friedrich Georg Jünger am Ende seines Aufsatzes verweist, tritt hier deutlich zu Tage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-7702965241682225999?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7702965241682225999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=7702965241682225999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7702965241682225999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7702965241682225999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/garten-heute.html' title='Garten heute.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SRHwwYp0VtI/AAAAAAAAABA/0lpA7XoVmv0/s72-c/CIMG0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-7124512177187292421</id><published>2008-11-05T00:30:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:07:56.900+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Friedrich Georg Jünger. Wachstum und Planung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;aus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gärten im Abend- und Morgenland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bechtle Verlag München und Eßlingen 1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Geleit macht darauf aufmerksam: es geht um das ästhetische Vergnügen in und um Gärten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wachstum und Planung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[lose Gedankenaneinanderreihung] Gartenbau steht in Verbindung mit Seßhaftigkeit und geht dem Ackerbau voraus. Garten = Zaun, Einzäunung als Äußeres. Inneres bestimmt durch Mannigfaltigkeit, Gemisch, Pflege. Nutzgarten / Ziergarten. Ein Garten wird umso genauer eingeteilt sein, je mehr auf seinen Ertrag gesehen werden muss. Es gibt keine häßlichen Pflanzen. Ein Park folgt keinem ökonomischen Plan, noch soll er die Gedanken an Wirtschaftsführung und Nutzen erwecken. Das Paradies ist an persischen Gärten angelehnt. In Persien ist die Gartenlust schon sehr lange stark verbreitet, auch in Form von Gesetzen für den Obstbau und Schulgärten. Persische Gärten weisen Ähnlichkeiten zu englischen Parks auf. Das älteste Gartenprinzip: Pharaonengärten, mit oasenhaftem Charakter. Zentral nicht die Anlagen, die berechnet sind, sondern vergängliche Gewächse, die stets wiederkehren. ... Gartenkunst? Was bleibt davon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jünger setzt den Garten in seiner historischen Abhandlung in Kontext mit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macht&lt;/span&gt;. Vor allem in Bezug zur Macht, die durch den Staat ausgeübt wird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am deutlichsten tritt diese Staatsmacht im Absolutismus in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frankreich &lt;/span&gt;auf. Die Allmacht  des Staates steht im Mittelpunkt und kann sogar Natur überwinden. Dem Garten wird vom König aufdoktriert, wie er zu sein hat: strengen Regeln und klaren Linien befolgend, ganz zu Willen der Mächtigen. Frankreich steht im Mittelpunkt allen europäischen Interesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Römische &lt;/span&gt;Gärten wuchsen mit der Größe des Reiches. Es gab jedoch viele Herrschaften und viele kreative Gärtner, daher gibt es nicht &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ein&lt;/span&gt; italienisches Ideal. Je mehr Mittel zu Verfügung standen, umso klarer vollzog sich die Trennung zwischen Nutz- und Lustgarten. Die Villa ist der beherrschende Bau des römischen Gartens, der in Symmetrie und Anordnung einem Gesamtplan folgt: aus drei Teilen bestehend, die Villa an sich, ihr Zubehör und die Gartenanlage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China &lt;/span&gt;wird diese Art von Gartenarchitektur völlig aufgebrochen. Dort steht das Verständnis  von Symbiose zwischen den Elementen im Vordergrund. Es besteht eine Asymmetrie, die nicht gewaltsam entfernt werden soll. Natur gilt als Symbol und Einheit und man benötigte keine Zentralperspektive. Steine finden sich sehr oft in chinesischen Gärten, da diese auch nicht als anorganisch oder organisch eingestuft werden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eine Sonderstellung nimmt der &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;englische &lt;/span&gt;Garten ein. Ihm wird nicht vom Staat direkt etwas aufgezwungen, sondern die Vorstellung von perfekten englischen Gärten entstammt der Thematisierung von Nationalität und deren Umsetzung in der Malerei. Ende des 18. Jahrhunderts entwickelte sich sehr stark ein Interesse an Nationalität. Diese Spezifika sollten sich auch in der Malerei deutlich machen, somit passte man die Gärten an die Vorstellung von gemalten Gärten an. Momente des Erinnerns werden auf künstliche Weise gehäuft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insgesamt wird deutlich, dass Gärten und deren Umsetzung stark an Ideen aus dem Schrifttum angelehnt sind. Somit fällt uns der Zugang zu chinesischen Gärten auch umso schwerer, weil der Zugang zu dieser Sprache mit größerem Aufwand verbunden ist. Außerdem lehnt sich die Gestaltung der Gartenanlagen im Diesseits stark an Idealvorstellungen im Jenseits an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natur und Geschichte sind eng verstrickt, es ist die Vielfalt und der Zirkel von Herstellung und Verbrauch, von Erinnerung und jahreszeitliche Erneuerung, die uns beim wandeln durch Gärten Erholung vom Alltag gönnen. Gärten lehren uns, Abstand von wirtschaftlichem Vorteil und Nutzen zurückzutreten: "Ein schöner Garten braucht Zeit, Geduld, Stille und Verzicht. Der, der ihn anlegt, muss sich sagen, dass er nicht für sich, sondern für die Enkel arbeitet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-7124512177187292421?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7124512177187292421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=7124512177187292421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7124512177187292421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/7124512177187292421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/friedrich-georg-jnger.html' title='Friedrich Georg Jünger. Wachstum und Planung.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-6154791428238937562</id><published>2008-11-04T21:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:28:00.803+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Vote or die!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess - right now - there is nothing much to talk about than the voting for the new US president!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I would try I will not even close have a clue how many people around the world want to know who will sit in the oval office for the next four years. If not even the US citizens themself have been aware of the gigantic interest in the polling day of their own population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I click through all the &lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/fotostrecke/fotostrecke-36808.html"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; and articles I can feel a rising excitement myself. It's amazing that people are waiting in line to vote. Why is it that there are so many troubles with electoral lists and ballot papers? Why does one of my profs thinks we are going to election parties? The hosts on "Radio1" are so fevered that something goes not as planned all the time. It took my laptop about 30seconds! to load the &lt;a href="http://www.barackobama.com/"&gt;Barack Obama Website&lt;/a&gt;. I have friends who will watch the live TV coverage. etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I got a lot to read and to think about besides the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biggest popstar in the political world&lt;/span&gt; I will have to go with the &lt;a href="http://election.cbsnews.com/election2008/"&gt;CBS Election Center&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-6154791428238937562?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6154791428238937562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=6154791428238937562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/6154791428238937562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/6154791428238937562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-or-die.html' title='Vote or die!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-1743330235362444434</id><published>2008-11-03T14:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:03:51.192+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>007.</title><content type='html'>Four days and eight hours to go ... then I will finally watch the new James Bond &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0830515/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quantum of Solace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-1743330235362444434?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1743330235362444434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=1743330235362444434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1743330235362444434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1743330235362444434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/007.html' title='007.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-6533285945267385286</id><published>2008-11-02T00:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:10:50.016+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Old Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got back from a small party only a few minutes ago.  I was celebrating that an old schoolfriend moved back to Potsdam after three years working somewhere south in Germany. She invited six very good friends for dinner... she had delicious food, good wine; looots of good wine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right before that I was chatting for over an hour with a guy I once gave private lessons to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I am telling you this is because I had the chance to experience again how wonderful the brain works... simply keep talking, listening, enjoying yourself and many sweet memories will come back to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without asking - but very realistic. Like a dream!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-6533285945267385286?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6533285945267385286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=6533285945267385286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/6533285945267385286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/6533285945267385286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-5418602389755927913</id><published>2008-10-31T00:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:43:03.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something is strange with the whole concept of birthday parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am sitting here - freezing - thinking and planning my "brain off" simply for entertaining und pleasing my family. Don't get me wrong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my family&lt;/span&gt;. But instead of wondering what would please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEM&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt; should think about how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can be comforted as much as possible and don't have to worry about a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweet sweet childhood. Well I guess these times are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-5418602389755927913?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5418602389755927913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=5418602389755927913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/5418602389755927913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/5418602389755927913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-3506532096239660694</id><published>2008-10-28T22:01:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:44:22.342+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Michel Foucault. Die Erste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andere Räume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Michel Foucault, Essay aus AISTHESIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Wahrnehmung heute oder Perspektiven einer anderen Ästhetik&lt;br /&gt;Reclam-Verlag Leipzig 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Stilsicher beginnt der Essay, der aus einem Vortrag vom 14.03.1967 entstanden ist, mit dem Begriff der "großen Obsession". Jedoch geht es nicht um die Obsession eines Einzelnen, sondern einer ganzen Epoche. Ganz oder gar nicht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Im 19. Jahrhundert stand (bekanntlich!) die Geschichte im Mittelpunkt: "Entwicklung und Stillstand, die Akkumulation der Vergangenheit, die &lt;span&gt;Überlast der Toten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. Wohingegen wir uns jetzt in einer Epoche des Raumes befinden sollen. Foucault schreibt dazu: "Wir sind, glaube ich, in einem Moment, wo sich die Welt weniger als ein großes sich durch die Zeit entwickelndes Leben erfährt, sondern eher als &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ein Netz&lt;/span&gt;, da seine Punkte verknüpft und sein Gewirr durchkreuzt." Die Assoziation zum Internet(z) tut sich mir heutzutage sofort auf. Dieses Netzwerk steht Foucault aber in den 60er Jahren noch nicht zu Verfügung, seine Worte verweisen auf die Ausbreitung der Massenmedien (Fernsehen, Radio, Kino), dem Sammeln und Auswerten von Informationen und dem ansteigenden Massen(reise)verkehr, z.B. das Luftfahrtaufkommen. Entfernungen spielen keine große Rolle mehr, es findet kein Nacheinander sondern nebeneinander statt. "Der Strukturalismus, ..., ist der Versuch, zwischen den Elementen, die in der Zeit verteilt worden sein mögen, ein Ensemble von Relationen zu etablieren, [...] es handelt sich um eine bestimmte Weise, dass zu behandeln, was man die Zeit und was man Geschichte nennt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Paradox wird es, da Foucault, eben noch die Zeit als in den Hintergrund getreten bezeichnend, jetzt mit der Geschichtlichkeit des Raumes einsetzt. Ausgehend vom Mittelalter mit seinen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starren Ordnungsräumen&lt;/span&gt;, über die Entdeckung der &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sternenbewegungen durch Galilei und somit einer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ausdehnung des Raumes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bis  zur heutigen Problematik der &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lagerung im Raum&lt;/span&gt; umreit der Text kurz, aber eindeutig die Veränderung von Raumkonzeptionen und -konventionen in den letzten 1000 Jahren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Der Raum wird als sozialer Ort verstanden. Gegensatzwelten werden aufgetan. Räume in der heutigen Zeit, die auch noch einmal klar in ein innen und außen unterteilt werden, sind nicht abgegrenzt, homogen und leer, sondern immer schon mit Qualitäten, Phantasmen, Wünschen, Träumen, Dingen gefüllt, die es uns gar nicht mehr möglich machen, einen Raum strikt vom nächsten zu trennen. Aber betont wird, dass trotz der Trennung keine völlige Entsakralisierung stattgefunden hat. Man denke an die Familie, die Privatsspäre, die uns heilig ist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Auch wenn diese Räume für Analyse und Interpretation genug Stoff bieten, so sind die ersten vier Seiten doch nur eine Einführung und Einleitung zu dem, was den Autor wirklich erst am Raum interessiert: "das sind unter allen diesen Plazierungen diejenigen, die die sonderbare Eigenschaft haben, sich auf alle anderen Plazierungen zu beziehen, aber so, daß sie die von diesen bezeichneten oder reflektierten Verhältnisse suspendieren, neutralisieren oder umkehren. Diese Räume, die mit allen anderen in Verbindung stehen und dennoch allen anderen Plazierungen widersprechen, gehören zwei großen Typen an."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Genannt werden einerseits Utopien, welche die Gesellschaft perfektionierend darstellen, aber als Nicht-Raum, als reines Gedankengut. Für Foucault gibt es gleichfalls wirkliche Orte, die in der Gesellschaft tatsächlich auftauchen, sozusagen Gegenplazierungen bzw. tatsächlich realisierte Utopien, die er &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heterotopien&lt;/span&gt; nennt. Diese Räume haben immer eine Funktion dem verbleibenden Raum gegenüber: sie bieten die Möglichkeit der Illusion oder der Kompensation, die beide im letzten Abschnitt näher beleuchtet werden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Im Fokus des Essays stehen vorerst die 5 Grundsätze der Heterotopien, die Foucault aufstellt. Anhand jener beschreibt er ausführlich, was sich hinter der Wortneuschöpfung verbirgt und spikt diese mit Beispielen. Davon sollen an dieser Stelle nur in Kürze einige genannt werden: Gefängnis, Erholungsheim, Militärdienst, Friedhof, Kino, Theater, Garten, Feriendörfer. Dies alles sind erst erschaffene Konstrukte in unserer Kultur, die eine Idee verkörpern und mit (vergeistigten) Idealvorstellungen durchdrungen sind. Ob und wie sie diese erfüllen können, ist fraglich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Erwähnen möchte ich an dieser Stelle noch den Grundsatz 4: Die Heterotopien sind häufig an Zeitschnitte (als eine Differenz) gebunden. Erst mit dem Bruch der herkömmlichen Zeit, erreicht die Heterotopie ihr volles Ausmaß, z.B. Urlaub in einer Feriensiedlung in Abgrenzung zur klar strukturierten 42h-Arbeitswoche. Ohne die Zeit geht es, trotz einleitenden Worte, also doch nicht. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Text, der es in sich hat: dicht gepackt, voller nur wage angerissener Verknüpfungen in andere Themengebiete, aber dennoch sehr gut zu lesen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-3506532096239660694?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3506532096239660694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=3506532096239660694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3506532096239660694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/3506532096239660694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/10/michel-foucault-die-erste.html' title='Michel Foucault. Die Erste.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-971573007701372563</id><published>2008-10-28T21:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:40:20.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Galileo Galilei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just learned that Galilei was born in the 16th century in Italy (1564 in Pisa, to be specific).&lt;br /&gt;In 1616 his doctrine was forbidden by the church.&lt;br /&gt;For 16 years he did not publish anything after that until he came up with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dialogo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunalety it did not last 16 months that he had to deal with the inquisition but close enough (happened in 1633).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lof of 16s for one person.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That simply leaves me to say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eppur' si muove!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-971573007701372563?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/971573007701372563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=971573007701372563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/971573007701372563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/971573007701372563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/10/galileo-galilei.html' title='Galileo Galilei.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-4674283128206196410</id><published>2008-10-28T00:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:38:02.361+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Erwin Panofsky. Ikonologie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zum Problem der Beschreibung und Inhaltsdeutung von Werken der bildenden Kunst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Logos, 21, 1932, 103-119)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Der Aufsatz versucht Ikonographie zu erläutern und hermeneutisch zu begründen. Laut Herausgeber ist der Aufsatz in seiner erweiterten Fassung  weltweit als programmatische methodische Grundlegung der Ikonographie und Ikonologie rezipiert worden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Die Problematik der kunsthistorischen Deutungsarbeit wird dabei in drei Gegenstände der Interpretation gesplittet: 1.Phänomensinn (nochmals unterteilt in Sach- und Ausdruckssinn), 2. Bedeutungssinn und 3. Dokumentationssinn (Wesenssinn). Wobei Interpretation ansich schon als problematisch ausgewiesen wird, Panofsky bezieht sich dabei auf Heidegger und den Moment der Gewalt, der jeglicher Interpretation angetan wird/werden muss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Interessant sind dabei die subjektiven Quellen und dazugehörige objektive Korrektive der Interpretation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Phänomene &gt; Vitale Daseinserfahrung &gt; Gestaltungsgeschichte (Inbegriff des Darstellungsmöglichen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Bedeutung &gt; Literarisches Wissen &gt; Typengeschichte (Inbegriff des Vorstellungsmöglichen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Wesen &gt; Weltanschauliches Urverhalten &gt; Allgemeine Geistesgeschichte (Inbegriff des weltanschaulich Möglichen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ausgehend von persönlichen Erfahrungen und Erlebten wird die Ikonologie somit ausgedehnt auf die Komplexität von Geistes- und Kulturgeschichte. Im Aufsatz bildhaft benannt als Grenzkämpfe zwischen subjektiver Gewaltanwendung und objektiver Geschichtlichkeit. Betont wird zum Abschluss, dass die scheinbar getrennten Bewegungen in den drei Sinnschichten seiner Theorie, sich in der Praxis als völlig einheitlich entfaltendes Gesamtgeschehnis verweben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-4674283128206196410?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4674283128206196410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=4674283128206196410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4674283128206196410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/4674283128206196410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/10/erwin-panofsky-ikonologie.html' title='Erwin Panofsky. Ikonologie.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-5610232804585640039</id><published>2008-10-27T14:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:11:58.116+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><title type='text'>Niklas Luhmann. Die Erste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gesellschaftsstruktur und Semantik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Studien zur Wissenssoziologie der modernen Gesellschaft, Band 4&lt;br /&gt;Suhrkamp Verlag Frankfurt am Main 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kapitel 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Über Natur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kapitel 2&lt;/span&gt; Kultur als historischer Begriff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Besprechung folgt... maybe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-5610232804585640039?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5610232804585640039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=5610232804585640039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/5610232804585640039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/5610232804585640039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/10/niklas-luhmann-die-erste.html' title='Niklas Luhmann. Die Erste.'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-1208218158085264726</id><published>2008-10-27T14:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:36:34.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I do not want to deprive you &lt;a href="http://motionographer.com/media/nexus/400Procrastination_final_H264_low.mov"&gt;this wonderful video&lt;/a&gt;. It amazingly outlines my Sunday / everyday trouble: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most esteemed online friends showed it to me. I guess he agrees to my further publication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-1208218158085264726?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1208218158085264726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=1208218158085264726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1208218158085264726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/1208218158085264726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-2155652066987201902</id><published>2008-10-26T20:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:53:51.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>How do I like to spend my Sundays?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually today I wanted to read a lot of stuff for my courses, e.g.  'Gesellschaftsstruktur und Semantik' by Niklas Luhmann and 'Auf dem Wege zu einer Historischen Kulturwissenschaft' by Otto Gerhard Oexle. But I believe I am cursed or doomed or maybe simply hopeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got up early for a Sunday - something around 9:30am. I made myself a solid breakfast and decided to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0167190/"&gt;'Hellboy' (2004)&lt;/a&gt;. As soon as the movie was over I found myself sitting in front of my laptop, writing a mail, ordering pics, starting &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110912/"&gt;'Pulp Fiction' (1994)&lt;/a&gt; after that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052357/"&gt;'Vertigo' (1958)&lt;/a&gt; unfortunalety the DVD wasn't really working so I came up with an alternative &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0359013/"&gt;'Blade Trinity' (2004)&lt;/a&gt; what surely wasn't my best decision for today, but I couldn't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;End of story: I never really left my bed all day long.  &lt;em&gt;Mea culpa!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-2155652066987201902?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2155652066987201902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=2155652066987201902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/2155652066987201902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/2155652066987201902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-i-like-to-spend-my-sundays.html' title='How do I like to spend my Sundays?!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020995541237470641.post-8051988572304260595</id><published>2008-10-26T19:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:20:36.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Heimat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess since I started a blog I should post something. So here we go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For those who found their way to my blog - invited or by chance: &lt;strong&gt;I very welcome you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last week I've been to a small &lt;a href="http://heimatfestival.de/"&gt;festival&lt;/a&gt; in Potsdam that was organized by some of my fellow students. It was called 'Localize - Das Heimatfestival' and it was all about home. Is there such thing? How do we create it? What depends on it? What makes our every day life special? Are we aware of our surrounding?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That (and a lot more) made me think about my days and how much time I spent in front of a computer. Not only working on it but writing mails, chatting, looking for news, searching through bulletin boards, shopping, reading blogs, amuse myself with funny videos, pictures and who knows what else. So I guess my life is pretty much virtual and I decided to start my own blog to try to visualise this part of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And since I'm always afraid of writing something down I really need to practice putting my thoughts into text. So I am curious to see how this is gonna end up because I don't really know yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please feel free to comment, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to discuss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or to amend my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams. Thoughts. Studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020995541237470641-8051988572304260595?l=valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8051988572304260595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020995541237470641&amp;postID=8051988572304260595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/8051988572304260595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020995541237470641/posts/default/8051988572304260595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentines-blog-at.blogspot.com/2008/10/heimat.html' title='Heimat!'/><author><name>Miss_V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154842468765410318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8044JWMINE/SQSmQkuX91I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ll1GmaGEco0/S220/claudi99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
