Thursday, July 23, 2009

Forget labradoodles - barnacles voted "most popular pet" 2009.

Are these guys right out of a horror movie or what? I like how they lick their lips with their little alien tongues and then even spit at you. Great. They are inspiring. I wonder if anybody ever had a barnacle as a muse.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Florida virus warning: Trojan crabs attacking computer systems in Martin County.


I got home just in time! The little hacker had already gained access to my computer system and uploaded some crabby files. I wonder how he could get past my firewall. Fortunately he didn't do any real harm. But it sure feels strange to know that somebody was snooping around your hard drive.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

It’s all in my head: Why bleeps and blurs don’t work for my f***ing brain.


Isn’t that amazing? I’m 36 years old and have seen one or two life-size ***s over the past 15 years, and I’m still shocked when I watch a movie where a guy holds his *** into the camera or ***s another guy’s *** with a ***. The movie was Brüno, and yes, I completely understand why some people left the theater after 15 minutes. It was offensive.
Thinking about the movie and why I felt so uncomfortable I noticed a couple of interesting things. First thing: when it comes to movies, I’m almost completely Americanized. I just didn’t expect somebody to say the f-word on screen. I have heard so many bleeps on tv recently, that I was really shocked. It’s funny because in Germany we don’t bleep. If you feel like it, you can say Scheiße and Arschloch and ficken all you want – even at prime time.
Second thing: Bleeps or blurred pictures or black rectangles don’t work. At least not for my brain. It’s like the blind spot in your eye: although you know there are parts missing, you still see the whole picture, because your brain blends in all the surrounding colors and covers it up. To me it doesn’t make a difference if somebody says the actual word or I hear a bleep, the content is still the same. To me „bleep“ is as clear an acoustical sign as the acoustical sign „fuck“. The same with blurred images: I don’t need to see every detail of a big *** slowly ***ing somebody’s ***. My brain fills in the missing parts automatically. Thank you, brain! Well, I think I’ll get over it. But – third thing - it got me thinking. If we want to keep kids from seeing or hearing explicit or violent content, is it sufficient to bleep and blur? Or does the offensive message get across, no matter which acoustical or visual alteration is used? Sometimes I feel we overestimate our mind’s capacity for dealing with irritating images. Once they are inside our head they are hard to get rid of.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Phew - finally my underwater photography skills are improving.

This is not so bad! I like bubbles. Will take some more pictures today. Thanks for the pool, Suzanne!

This is Philip doing his famous somersault. Pity I didn't hear he would do it under water.

Scary! This is a fish's view of me. I actually think I look different. But who am I to say?

Monday, July 6, 2009