I´m might be overdoing the crochet-thing, but I don´t mind. These are the latest outcomes. A collar for a onesie and the thing below is a glas place mat. Or however you call these things.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
in winter, my bed is my fortress
sometimes it´s difficult to have hope for yourself
to be able to change
to be able to change
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
2011
learning stations/reflections of the year/no ranking/random (just the private stuff)
1 went to the theatre, twice! (Exit Europa, Benefiz-Jeder rettet einen Afrikaner)
2 picked cherries from an abandoned tree and baked a cherry cake, anyway, never baked so many cakes in a year!
2 picked cherries from an abandoned tree and baked a cherry cake, anyway, never baked so many cakes in a year!
3 made cheese for the first time
4 absolut food:
everything spelt
frozen yoghurt
Kürbiskernlaugencroissants (pumpkinseed-bretzel-croissants)
grapefruitjuice
rubabcake
ricotta
5 I regularly went to some kind of sport: back fitness, I´m good in making funny moves when warming up to bad disco music
6 got an annual- ticket for the art exhibition hall, but did not really use it to the full
7 short trip to Madrid, CPH-living commune get together
8 Need for east roadtrip: Vienna, Bratislava, Budapest, Hungary, Romania
9 resulted also in not being so afraid anymore to drive cars (this is sometimes not true)
10 completed for the first time my annual tax declaration but did not send it off (was not necessary)
11 took some further education in "trauma"
12 ran a half marathon again
13 went to demonstrate
14 crocheting, yeah, and paper stitching
15 taking time for creatice stuff anyway, and enjoying it!
16 poser part: only bought 2nd hand clothing, fairtrade and/or organic clothing this year (except of socks)
17 I went to a stutter-therapy, major fear thing: more about that to come
18 haus mit holz geheizt, ich mach den Ofen an, baby
19 Mannheim nightlife
20 did drink enough water for 3 months, now I´m really bad at it again,- try again next year
Sunday, December 25, 2011
gift wrapping
1.Paper from used envelopes and internet orders to wrap gifts
2. Crochet or sew your way around to fix it. Or use some left over buttons.
3. Decorate with crocheted items, wire and paper doilies from used envelopes.
Cost:
Wire 1,50€
Crocheting whool: 2€
Total: 3,50€
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
the black trees
It´s tree time
So many trees get cut every year
and then are thrown out for new ikea-furniture
if they are not pretty enough, they get dismissed
it´s a sad world.
Here is my hommage to the black trees, the crooked, the lean, the outcast:
Material:
old magazines
thread
buttons
pen
leather left overs
So many trees get cut every year
and then are thrown out for new ikea-furniture
if they are not pretty enough, they get dismissed
it´s a sad world.
Here is my hommage to the black trees, the crooked, the lean, the outcast:
Material:
old magazines
thread
buttons
pen
leather left overs
"tree"-decoration
In case there´s any need of decorating any trees which associate you with christmas time, here´s my suggestion:
Have a swallow, fly back home (Handdrawn)
Origami-ball (I never do that again)
Crocheted Ball (bought that from a small village christmas market)
I´m more for a few decoration items, don´t bump the tree!
Have a swallow, fly back home (Handdrawn)
Origami-ball (I never do that again)
Crocheted Ball (bought that from a small village christmas market)
I´m more for a few decoration items, don´t bump the tree!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
paper wheels
I lately was again in a home of an older couple. The floor was totally covered in different thick carpets. To preserve the nice floor. And the couch was totally covered with blankets in no fitting colours. To preserve the couch. What a pity to preserve things so much, you never come to enjoy them.
One thing I learned in Denmark is that it is important how the rooms look you are living, learning and working in. It is effecting the way how you can work, how you welcome and honour people and treat yourself. In Germany there are still so many terrible office and working and learning places. No beauty, no nice colours, no design. And how much time of our life are we spending there...
The hallway in my working place used to look not very welcoming. And we didn´t even notice. Sadly as social workers we are so often used to having little money to be spend on these things. And over the years you can become so used to the status quo.
So what we did together with some women:
Painting an old small table white.
Sewing some covering for old chairs with a nice blue-white print fabric that was donated to us.
And now making some paper wheels for the wall.
Extreme difference.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Saturday, October 01, 2011
whores` glory
I´ve been lately invited at the launch of this film in Germany,
on the guest list due to my work.
Michael Glawogger has taken 5 years ( filming was just 30 days, building trust to be allowed to film took several years) to film different prostitution milieus in 3 different countries and 3 different religious settings:
- High-class prostitution in Bhuddist Thailand where prostitution due to the king is not existing
- a brothel town in Bangladesh, which is muslim and where prostitution is legalised since 2000 (even earlier than in Germany)
- the mix of prostitution, drugs and some kind of brute catholicism in the "zona" in Reynosa, Mexico
The movie is not showing a certain view or opinion on prostitution, but shows:
it is like this, and like this and like this and also sometimes like this.
He told that in this sometimes all cruel settings it is still fascinating for him to recognise (and to show in his movies) how people still keep being beautiful people.
The movie is also uncomfortable and if you can´t take naked bodies and "dirty talk" better don´t watch it. It´s certainly not "jugendfrei" (In mehrfacher Bedeutung des Wortes).
Otherwise I think I would recommend it, also because the music is for my taste very well chosen.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 05, 2011
delight
-in the middle of the city-
yes!
recycle stitch
Lately I got inspired to start stitching paper
it´s quite a nice possibility to make cards and the like from
used envelopes, old magazines and collected buttons.
l
it´s quite a nice possibility to make cards and the like from
used envelopes, old magazines and collected buttons.
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Überbleibsel vom Juli- was man so macht
Den Mozzarella entlang seiner Linien reißen
Mit der Zunge am Gaumen zerdrücken
Die Tage mit Arbeit füllen
Die Tage ohne Dich füllen
Sich zusammenziehender Magen
und Angst.
Nicht mehr sprechen können.
In Bücher flüchten.
In Arbeit flüchten.
Nicht wissen, womit den Tag füllen, wenn die Arbeit nicht ist.
Manchmal mich zu Dir flüchten.
Zum 100. Mal die Schuhe kaputt laufen.
Nach Hause gehen.
Nicht frühstücken
Die Haare flechten
Laufen
Laufen
Mit der Zunge am Gaumen zerdrücken
Die Tage mit Arbeit füllen
Die Tage ohne Dich füllen
Sich zusammenziehender Magen
und Angst.
Nicht mehr sprechen können.
In Bücher flüchten.
In Arbeit flüchten.
Nicht wissen, womit den Tag füllen, wenn die Arbeit nicht ist.
Manchmal mich zu Dir flüchten.
Zum 100. Mal die Schuhe kaputt laufen.
Nach Hause gehen.
Nicht frühstücken
Die Haare flechten
Laufen
Laufen
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Täter-Kind
When I was a child I used to go the library very often and always take as many books I could carry home. My mom sometimes turned the enery off, to keep me from reading too long and not sleeping.
I started reading books again, a lot. For years I used to read mostly newspapers, books that had something to do with studying. Now I enjoy it again to just hang out in my room, just spending hours with reading. Also, reading roots.
My mom has compiled a book of the writings of my grandfather about his life and what my grandmother has told her about her life. They tell about their childhood, their youth, how they got married and life in the GDR. My grandfather as a soldier in Norway and a prisoner in France. They had to build up the bridges in French villages that the "Wehrmacht" has destroyed. Awesome pedagogics.
How my grandmother fled from the soviet army. Hiding in the hay at night so they won´t be found and raped.
Walking, walking and biking. (My friends complain about that I walk so fast. My grandmother, my mom and me have the same walking speed.)
They just tell chronologically, year by year, event by event. They have been so young during the 2nd world war and simple, God-trusting people during the socialist times.
What bothers me is what is not written. Simple surviving seemed to take up so much time and thoughts, that there was no space to actually comprehend what happend during these times (?)
No description of their personal thoughts and struggles, what they felt during these times. Apolitical. Just not following the system in daily life.
It is this silence that bothers me. We have heard, seen and read so much. Documentaries, the history lessons, exhibitions, old people telling us how life in Auschwitz has been.
And yet we don´t know where our grandparents have been at this times. What they thought. What their decisions have been based on. It is "us". (But also my Japanese friends tell me that there is an extreme silence about the 2nd world war between the generations. And some Spanish friends say the same about the Franco-times. )
I´m currently reading a book from Christa Wolf where she describes "a day in a year" in a range of years from 1960 to 2000. She is a writer in the GDR in a constant struggle. She describes what is going on inside of her, her fears, how her views changed over the years, the responsibility of a writer to express openly whats inside her. To name the things we don´t find words for.
Seemes, I learn more from this book about the state I was born in, than from many stories my family told me.
In (psychological) literature the topic of intergenerational transmission of repressed experiences and trauma of victims as well as offenders often appears. The spechlessness between the generations. The repression. And the repressed is repeating itself again and again.
„... in den Kindern wird die Wahrheit, die man nicht aussprechen mag, sichtbar." Bernhard Schlink
(The truth you don´t want to admit, becomes visible in the children.)
I love speaking with my mom. It´s often exhausting. The older we get we seem to find more and more words for what has happened. In our own histories. In the histories of the groups we somehow belong to. My mom is fighting speechlessness. Me hopefully more and more, too.
I started reading books again, a lot. For years I used to read mostly newspapers, books that had something to do with studying. Now I enjoy it again to just hang out in my room, just spending hours with reading. Also, reading roots.
My mom has compiled a book of the writings of my grandfather about his life and what my grandmother has told her about her life. They tell about their childhood, their youth, how they got married and life in the GDR. My grandfather as a soldier in Norway and a prisoner in France. They had to build up the bridges in French villages that the "Wehrmacht" has destroyed. Awesome pedagogics.
How my grandmother fled from the soviet army. Hiding in the hay at night so they won´t be found and raped.
Walking, walking and biking. (My friends complain about that I walk so fast. My grandmother, my mom and me have the same walking speed.)
They just tell chronologically, year by year, event by event. They have been so young during the 2nd world war and simple, God-trusting people during the socialist times.
What bothers me is what is not written. Simple surviving seemed to take up so much time and thoughts, that there was no space to actually comprehend what happend during these times (?)
No description of their personal thoughts and struggles, what they felt during these times. Apolitical. Just not following the system in daily life.
It is this silence that bothers me. We have heard, seen and read so much. Documentaries, the history lessons, exhibitions, old people telling us how life in Auschwitz has been.
And yet we don´t know where our grandparents have been at this times. What they thought. What their decisions have been based on. It is "us". (But also my Japanese friends tell me that there is an extreme silence about the 2nd world war between the generations. And some Spanish friends say the same about the Franco-times. )
I´m currently reading a book from Christa Wolf where she describes "a day in a year" in a range of years from 1960 to 2000. She is a writer in the GDR in a constant struggle. She describes what is going on inside of her, her fears, how her views changed over the years, the responsibility of a writer to express openly whats inside her. To name the things we don´t find words for.
Seemes, I learn more from this book about the state I was born in, than from many stories my family told me.
In (psychological) literature the topic of intergenerational transmission of repressed experiences and trauma of victims as well as offenders often appears. The spechlessness between the generations. The repression. And the repressed is repeating itself again and again.
„... in den Kindern wird die Wahrheit, die man nicht aussprechen mag, sichtbar." Bernhard Schlink
(The truth you don´t want to admit, becomes visible in the children.)
I love speaking with my mom. It´s often exhausting. The older we get we seem to find more and more words for what has happened. In our own histories. In the histories of the groups we somehow belong to. My mom is fighting speechlessness. Me hopefully more and more, too.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
m3
1
The performance "bodies in urban spaces" from cie.willi dorner took place in the city where I live. It´s also about how a city, its planning and its buildings are shaping our behaviour and movement in public space. How we experience the world around us
People can be so elastic!
The video is from a performance in Berlin two Years ago.
and a short movie from willi dorner
2.
half marathon again: they had wine on the way
2:03
3.
the very best mix of French and southern German cousine ever:
"Laugencroissants mit Kürbiskernen"
(Croissants prepared in "pretzel-brine"(?) with pumpkin seeds)
with brie its the perfect breakfast
The performance "bodies in urban spaces" from cie.willi dorner took place in the city where I live. It´s also about how a city, its planning and its buildings are shaping our behaviour and movement in public space. How we experience the world around us
People can be so elastic!
The video is from a performance in Berlin two Years ago.
and a short movie from willi dorner
2.
half marathon again: they had wine on the way
2:03
3.
the very best mix of French and southern German cousine ever:
"Laugencroissants mit Kürbiskernen"
(Croissants prepared in "pretzel-brine"(?) with pumpkin seeds)
with brie its the perfect breakfast
Saturday, April 16, 2011
april-aktuell
1
we tried having a copenhagen-living-commune-get-together again
it failed a little as one of my former flatmates got stuck on the atlantic
anyway I was with my spanish dudes
it was very warm in madrid
there were demonstrations against the ETA and Zapatero because some think he´s not doing enough against the ETA. Old Spanish ladies all covered with Spanish flags. Scary.
!steroescope revolution (Jacques Henri Lartigue!
he makes this pictures where you can really see how much he loves and adores the person he portrayes... there have been this kind of pictures from quite a few women)
I ate unhealthy
it´s not to be recommended to come home from a short holiday
two hours before you ought to go to work
2
I figured that the half-marathon I wanted to run is already in may
and I haven´t really trained yet
3
fair trade sex
what would that be?
4
work:
I have a hard time listening to you because this is what I do so much over the day
I read a lot the news paper and don´t know half an hour later what I read
I was angry with adults when I was a teenager on how they can be so ignorant and numb towards whats happening in the (rest of the) world- now I feel I´ve become one of them
5
in a car with my german-persian flatmate, also there´s a guy from syria and and one from vietnam:
The week before the Syrian guy: well, not Syria, you know, our president will no go so easily.
The week after we: hey, what you say, that this week the government of Syria resigned?
My flatmate and the Syrian guys making fun of the vietnamese guy because of his accent. He is laughing with them.
we tried having a copenhagen-living-commune-get-together again
it failed a little as one of my former flatmates got stuck on the atlantic
anyway I was with my spanish dudes
it was very warm in madrid
there were demonstrations against the ETA and Zapatero because some think he´s not doing enough against the ETA. Old Spanish ladies all covered with Spanish flags. Scary.
!steroescope revolution (Jacques Henri Lartigue!
he makes this pictures where you can really see how much he loves and adores the person he portrayes... there have been this kind of pictures from quite a few women)
I ate unhealthy
it´s not to be recommended to come home from a short holiday
two hours before you ought to go to work
2
I figured that the half-marathon I wanted to run is already in may
and I haven´t really trained yet
3
fair trade sex
what would that be?
4
work:
I have a hard time listening to you because this is what I do so much over the day
I read a lot the news paper and don´t know half an hour later what I read
I was angry with adults when I was a teenager on how they can be so ignorant and numb towards whats happening in the (rest of the) world- now I feel I´ve become one of them
5
in a car with my german-persian flatmate, also there´s a guy from syria and and one from vietnam:
The week before the Syrian guy: well, not Syria, you know, our president will no go so easily.
The week after we: hey, what you say, that this week the government of Syria resigned?
My flatmate and the Syrian guys making fun of the vietnamese guy because of his accent. He is laughing with them.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
I feel old and numb
also because I write about food
I took part in a cheese course
now maybe I know how to make creamcheese and white cheese
this is chunks of goodness
energybars of puffed amaranth, pistacios, peanuts, almonds, raisins, cranberries, pecan nuts, sunflower seeds and pumpkin seeds
caramelised in cane sugar
topped with chocolate
mojo baby
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