Some think that Austria might be a borring place to visit, but it sure has a fantastic landsape. This is the Rannariedl Castel(Schloss Rannariedl) in the Ranna-Valley (Ranntal), one of my favourite hiking areas in Upper Austria.
Where is the sun?
Hey world, I’m waiting for a smile again! Life hasn’t been smiling at me recently and I start to wonder when I will see a smile again. The weather is fine, its spring in Austria and there is good music playing on the radio, but yet I feel empty, and I don’t know where that is coming from. Usually I live by the rule “don’t waste the best time of your life, waiting for the best time of your life” – but right now its damm hard to not just lay back and wait for better times to come.
What the heck, I will not complain, instead, i will go out there and don’t let myself get depressed. I’m going to smile at the world till it smiles back again at me. And yes, if you see me on the street tomorrow, don’t forget to smile back and don’t forget about the rest of those people out there, who just wait for a smile to make their day a little bit brighter.
50 years of freedom and peace in Austria
A long time ago…
Long before I started this blog or even had my “crazy” cyber exorcism website on my mind, I created www.homebeach.info to share pictures and stories from my trips around the world with my friends. In it’s seven year history, that website underwent many changes, new pages where added, but it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I finally started to work on a fresh look for the entire website. So – if you have some time to kill – there are more then 100 pages with around 1000 Pictures waiting to be explored!
Are you looking at me?
Once upon a time in Austria – A true storie!
Today I had the funniest meeting in my entire career! A couple of weeks ago my company was approached by a guy from the United States about a possible cooperation of his search-engine and our website. I agreed to meet him and we set a date. Today when I returned from my lunch break (27th of April 2005), this guy was waiting in my office. First I got an angry look from my colleagues because they thought that I just forgot about the meeting, and for a couple of seconds, I actually feared that they where right.
But then I double checked my appointment calendar and reassured myself that the meeting was indeed set for 29th of April 2005. So this got the guy all nervous and he started to check his appointment calendar as well. Turned out that he was actually supposed to meet someone else in a completely different city, more then 350 kilometers (300 miles) away!
A few phone calls where made and luckily for him, I did not had any other appointments and we could held the meeting. Maybe I could have worn something instead of just plain jeans and a T-shirt, but in the end it was a very nice and interesting conversation.
Top Ten Things Men Know About Women…
Hope you are all doing well on this wonderful Monday morning and the following makes you smile!
Top Ten Things Men Know About Women…
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1. They have breasts.
If I find out about the other nine things I’ll let you know, hopefully before my next ill-fated relationship takes off. But as the news told me this morning, true love is an illusion anyway!
A new enemy for British tabloid…
There is a new pope, Benedict XVI, and the media is taking care that everyone knows about that fact. If someone from Germany is in the media, I’ve noticed an interresting side effect. The, more or less secret, war between German and British tabloid, such as Bild-Zeitung and The Sun.
Soccer matches, canvas-chairs fights on Mediterranean islands, they have been previously used to create headlines to remind Brits and Germans that they used to be arch-enemies. Especially the Sun likes to dig up old stories from World War II, without a doubt one of the darkest moments in the history of Europe.
So this time around its Benedict XVI, formally known as Cardinal Josef Ratzinger. Mr. Ratzing was unfortunately born in Germany in the year 1927 which means that he grew during the dark time of the Nazi Regime and was member of an organization called “Hitler Jugend” just like many fellow young Germans. So the Sun had nothing better to do then to point out this information of historic proportion in the biggest letters on their front-page : From Hitler Youth to Papa Ratzi… Of course the Bild-Zeitung in Germany had to defend the German Pope in the biggest letters on their frontpage and at the same time remembering the Germans of all the flaws of the Brits.
Josef Ratzinger is 78, and all the others who actually lived during the rise and fall of the “Dritte Reich” will be history sooner or later. As a matter of fact, there will be a day when the last German who lived during the time of the Nazi-Regime will be dead. Poor Sun, no more headlines about some dark secret from in the past of German citizens…
This is just theoretical , but I’m currently 26 years old, male, catholic and not married, which, according to church law, means that I could become Pope at some point in the future. What would the Sun write about me? That my grandfather used to be part of the Hitler Youth? That I worked in Linz, once the favorite city of A. Hitler? Well, I don’t have to worry anyway, I’m Austrian, and the Germans have to take all the credit for World War II…
I wonder if, say in 20 years from now, the Germans will still blamed for things that happend between 1938 and 1945. But I also hope that human mankind has learned a few things since 1945 and that history will not repeat itself.
Women can fake an orgasm…
…men can fake an entire relationship. Well, I would like to add my own point of view to that saying. But before I go any further, I advice people who are younger then 18 years to not read any further. Not because I use bad language or this article is offensive, but because I don’t want to get in trouble with parents who’s kids read the following lines and start asking them questions.
So – really over 18? Please proceed!
Recently I had a very funny and interesting conversations with a friend, an avid female cosmopolitan reader, about a very delicious topic. Faking an orgasm. She was kind of proud of herself because she could fake “it” very well and that no boyfriend ever noticed the difference. She even mentioned that Cosmo and other magazines were a good source on how to learn tricks for faking it…
First of all, a woman who fakes an orgasm because she is afraid of his reaction if she does not get of like Meg Ryan in “Harry and Sally”, should rethink her relationship. Honestly, if a men expects the big O every time, the woman should give him a wake up call. Humans are not machines, and therefore, can’t deliver the same result every time . If the woman thinks he could do better, she should have a word with him on how to improve, instead of complaining to her girlfriends the next day. But if a woman does not feel pressure to fake it, and just wants to make him feel good and if men can’t tell the difference anyway, what is all the fuzz about? Ok – maybe Cosmo(politan) would only be a 80 page magazine instead of 160…
But the discussion with my friend did not end there. If a men does get off, he must have had a good time – hence that she must have done a good job. My friend thinks so – and I guess many women have the same conclusion. Maybe there are women out there that even look at faking the big O as an advantage over men. I admit that men can not fake the biological reaction (at least no one I know) but men are capable of faking emotions just like women. Usually, a generally euphoric sensation is associated with orgasm. So while a men actually might have a biological reaction, it can still mean that he is faking the emotional part – for various reasons. (For example – to make her think that she has done a good job). And yes, women do not “feel” the difference between an “emotional orgasm” and the “just” biological reaction of stimulation.
So to all those Cosmo-editors out there, if a woman screams and jumps around in bed, I always think that she might be acting, thanks for that! But you know what, men fake just as good. And there is no way you can prove me wrong.