Month: March 2005

Evolution – Revoked!

The very south of the United States, a palce where there is always something worth blogging about… But I’m pretty sure that people in this specific area are indeed not all the same.

CNN, Thursday, March 24, 2005 Posted: 0502 GMT
IMAX theaters in several Southern (US) cities have decided not to show a film on volcanoes out of concern that its references to evolution might offend those with fundamental religious beliefs.

First of all, if you consider yourself a fundamental religious person, you might stop reading right her, for the rest of you, please proceed!

Adam and Eve where the first humans to walk on this wonderful planet… No Evolution, everything we see, smell and feel was created by God in six days. End of discussion? I think everyone should have the right to believe what he or she wants to believe in. As long as they are fine with what I believe in. And I don’t believe the Adam and Eve theory. I do believe that there is a God, that there is an evil force, a “life” after death and something that I would call a godly plan.

But I do not think of them as an old men with a white beard and a red colored, fallen angel with horns and that I will be sitting on a cloud playing a harp after death. I will not explain what I believe in, but I can definitely say that I do not believe in someone else’s imagination who lived in ancient times . We know so much today, and it is still little that we actually do understand. Nature and the Evolution IS godly, at least for me. Just look around you. And yes, if you see or read something about Evolution, don’t feel offended, others might be interested in it and still believe in God.

Tale of a scratch

scratch
noun
a mark made by scratching:Her legs were covered in scratches and bruises after her walk through the forest.There was a scratch on the CD.Amazingly, he survived the accident without a scratch (= without suffering any injuries at all).

2[S] when people or animals scratch themselves:That dog is having a good scratch. It must have fleas.
(This is the official definition of the verb scratch, according to the Cambridge dictionary.)

My definition: A lot of trouble, especially if it appears on my back.

A scratch can be a “wonderful” reminder of a passionate night, but seen by someone who was not responsible for that scratch, it can also mean a lot of trouble, a very angry look, suspicious questioning and accusation of cheating.

I’ve have had re-appearing, mysterious scratches on my back for some time now. And trough all this time, I would not have a clue where they came from. Alien abduction? Raped by a beautiful woman while unconscious, some kind of voodoo magic? I even searched my sheets for needles, but still, no satisfying answer.

Finally I was able to solve that mystery. For all those guys where dumped because of unexplainable scratches the answer is simply: It’s the mighty electricity! Specifically, the one that is produced when you wear certain fabrics. I discovered that, when I pull of a shirt, sometimes enough electricity is produced to actually cause a scratch on my back.

Important notice: This explanation is not to be used as an excuse if you actually did cheat on your girlfriend or wife!

Silence is gold… is that so?

Two days ago I was sitting on the tram in the early morning hours on the way to work. A casual thing I’ve done many times before. But that morning was different. Out of the sudden, about five or six Austrian schoolboy, maybe 10 or 12 years old, showed up and surrounded two foreign boys, who where sitting close to me. One of the Austrian boys started yelling at the two foreigners for being refugees in Austria, using the worst language I’ve ever heard from a boy at such a young age. He would not only insult the boy, but also the entire family.

This would go for about two or three minutes, getting worse every time that boy would open his mouth, until to a point, where I had to get up, walk to the Austrian boy and ask him if there was a problem with those two kids. I must have taken him by surprise, because he wouldn’t even respond. I continued to ask him if they had ever done anything to him, to which he would also (SURPRISE) not respond. While I had the (very rare for me) urge to just punch him in the face, I left him with the words, “leave them alone” and walked back to my seat. Fortunately he would not continue his hate triads for the time I was on the tram.

But the most shocking aspect for me is that I wasn’t the only grown up on the tram, there where about five to six other adults who could have gotten up from their seats and could have stopped that boy.

We are all so busy with our lives that we completely forget that sometimes, someone might need our help. To remain silent and ignore ongoing injustice is flat out wrong. Incidence like the one I witnessed two days ago happen around the world day in and day out. I don’t think it is necessary to try and handle a gun fight, but sometimes we do have the power and the obligation to protect those who need our help.Be a snowflake and become part of an avalanche to make the world a better place!

Ingredients for a revenge

What do you need?
Ex boyfriend
His new flame (only if available)
Pasta with meat sauce
Secret ingredient (read below)

Important notice: I changed a few names for obvious reasons!

When a relationship ends, most of us are mourning for a while, but sooner or later, life goes on and we find a way back to our daily routines. A very good friend, Isabelle, is usually just like that. About two years ago, when she was studying in the United States, she fell in love with a guy, whom I will call Jake. They had a wonderful romance, but ultimately, he dumped her because he was of a different cultural background and did not want to raise a family with her (that’s his version). The break up wasn’t very nice, but Isabelle carried on with her life. Still, there would always be a little bit of anger, deep inside her. A secret urge for revenge. Well, recently, an opportunity for payback turned up, and Isabelle was sure she would take it.

Many times, the one who breaks up is determined to secure a certain level of friendship. Maybe to make themselves not look too cruel after all. Jake, the ex-boyfriend and “ra*ist piece of s****” as Isabelle likes to call him, makes no exception. So when he decided to visit Europe with his new girlfriend (again, not his own cultural background) earlier this year, he thought it would be a nice idea to stop by his old flame and say hello. Time had passed by, wounds heal and bad words are forgotten he probably assumed. Boy, he was so wrong! Isabelle agreed after some thinking, but, you might have guessed it, it wasn’t because she is such a generous and forgiving person.

The three of them did a sight seeing tour in a city in Germany, and when it came to dinner Isabelle offered to prepare an Italian specialty… Pasta with meat sauce… Well, you see, she did serve them pasta with meat sauce, but the meat wasn’t bought at a butcher shop. For the main ingredient, Isabelle went to a supermarket, to be precise to the cat food shelves…

I wonder if she will ever tell him why he liked that sauce so much, or that she only became a vegetarian for that specific evening. Or that it was more expensive to buy enough cat food to prepare the dinner then it would have cost to buy the meat at the butcher shop.

Revenge can be bitter sweet, but sometimes, it just smells like ordinary cat food.