Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


Gen Maicha

Now it can be told, now it can be spoken
Buildings will fall, records will be broken
You can’t hide the alien sitting in your head
No more secrets, it s all bein’ said
— Dan Bern, Now It Can Be Told

17:56 <benny> inuit-tiv

Fire escapes on the sides of buildings
If everything suddenly went up in flames
We’d be all right darling.
— Dan Bern, Fire Escape

Purple rain...


2006-12-07: Scrappy.

I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I’ve never gotten used to it, I’ve just learned to turn it off
Either I’m too sensitive or else I’m gettin’ soft.
— Bob Dylan, If You See Her, Say Hello

20:39 <shevy> mine works in sexydezimal
Nethack reference

And then I turn my head, for you’re approachin’ me.
Moonlight on the water, fisherman’s daughter, floatin’ in to my room
With a golden loom.
— Bob Dylan, Golden Loom



Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
— Bob Dylan, Subterranean Homesick Blues

Monterey Bay Aquarium

She’s got her iron chain
I’d do it, but I, I just can’t remember how
You talk to her
She’s your lover now.
— Bob Dylan, She’s Your Lover Now



I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay,
And patiently stood by his tomb,
When in a low whisper I heard something say:
How sweetly I sleep here alone.
— Bob Dylan, Lone Pilgrim


Blue sky upon the horizon,
Private eye on my trail,
And if I don’t be there by morning
She’ll know that I must’ve spent the night in jail.
— Bob Dylan, If I Don’t Be There By Morning


Motivational message

Well, you know, we was cruisin’ down the highway in a Greyhound bus.
All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin’ at us, sayin’:
“Get your rocks off! (Get ‘em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get ‘em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get ‘em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me!”
— Bob Dylan, Get Your Rocks Off!


Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
— Bob Dylan, Paths Of Victory


You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
In hunger and need
You made my heart bleed
You changed my life
You changed my life
— Bob Dylan, You Changed My Life

Pond life
18:54 <chris2> wie nennt man das haupt eines griechen?
18:54 <chris2> gyroskop!
20:11 <TR> guys i have an important question that i need to ask before I cry
20:11 <chris2> dont ask to ask, just ask
20:11 <baaba> branch prediction says you should go ahead and cry
20:11 <apeiros> don't ask to ask, just cry

I don’t need much and that ain’t no lie
Ain’t runnin’ any race
Give to me my country pie
I won’t throw it up in anybody’s face
— Bob Dylan, Country Pie

passion plays


Stairwell at Scala

They say “Drink and be merry,
Take the bull by the horns.”
I keep seeing visions of you, a lily among thorns
Everything looks a little far away to me
— Bob Dylan, Someone’s Got A Hold Of My Heart

I Am Trying To Break Your Heart

My American dream
Fell apart at the seams.
You tell me what it means,
You tell me what it means.
— Bob Dylan, Heartland



I been good, I been good while I been waitin’
Maybe guilty of hesitatin’, I just been holdin’ on
Seven more days, all that’ll be gone.
— Bob Dylan, Seven Days

ThoughtIt took me three years to figure out that M-Tab completes BBDB mail addresses in Gnus.

If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I’d buy the whole world and change things around
I’d throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
— Bob Dylan, Let Me Die In My Footsteps

21:21 <chris2> und dann gibt es drei arten von sprachen
21:21 <chris2> hässliche, langsame und unfertige
wall art


He wouldn’t take shit from no one
He wouldn’t bow down or kneel.
Authorities, they hated him
Because he was just too real.
Lord, Lord,
They cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord,
They laid him in the ground.
— Bob Dylan, George Jackson

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.
— Bob Dylan, The Death Of Emmett Till

Tokyo Walk


Riesenrad 2

But the bottles are done,
We’ve killed each one
And the table’s full and overflowed.
And the corner sign
Says it’s closing time,
So I’ll bid farewell and be down the road.
— Bob Dylan, Restless Farewell

19:49 <benny> das ist ja hier wie german-bash, nur live.
Feuerwerk 4
19:12 <^Th|ef^> hi
19:12 <^Th|ef^> I'm endo
19:12 <^Th|ef^> don't kill me
19:12 <^Th|ef^> please

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
— Bob Dylan, Like A Rolling Stone


Taranaki Street

Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
— Bob Dylan, Chimes Of Freedom

14:28 <chris2> irc ist so toll
14:28 <chris2> ololololol
14:28 <chris2> lulz!
14:28 <chris2> und schon fühlt man sich 5 jahre jünger
Water Garden Creations 7-7-07

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they’re spoken.
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.
— Bob Dylan, When the Ship Comes In

19:35 <rretzbach> "Hinweis für Allergiker: Das Produkt enthält Gluten, Milch und Soja. Da in unserer Produktionsstätte auch Senf, Fisch, Krebstiere, Sesam und Sellerie verarbeitet werden, können diese in Spuren enthalten sein."
19:36 * chris2 stellt sich vor, wie ein krebs über das laufband krabbelt
19:36 <rretzbach> Ja, genauso musses das zugehn :>
19:37 * benny_ stellt sich vor wie ein loewe das laufband anhaelt weil er die produktionsstaette sabotieren will
19:37 <rretzbach> LOL



Heiß, heiß, kochend heiß
Heiß, heiß, hundert Grad
Heiß, heiß, glühend heiß
heiß, heiß, blühend weiß
— Ton Steine Scherben, Jenseits Von Eden

16:07 <rretzbach> % head -n 1 /dev/urandom
16:07 <rretzbach> #!/usr/bin/perl

Billige Räusche, hartes Verlangen,
soviele Jahre sind vergangen
Und das ist gut so, mach kein Geschrei,
denn nur so geht alles vorbei.
— Funny Van Dannen, Billige Räusche



Oh, ich liebe das Mädchen mit den drei blauen Augen,
nicht einem, nicht zwei, nein: drei blaue Augen.
Ja, wenn ich in ihre drei Augen schau:
wie blau, wie blau, wie blau.
— Georg Kreisler, Das Mädchen mit den drei blauen Augen

18:45 <greendale> Every time I think about doing something constructive there's a new Anarchaia in my feed reader, stealing my attention.
18:53 <arcatan> I usually read Anarchaia in the morning and then I've spoiled my productivity for the rest of the day
18:55 <chris2> pay me 5$ and i'll block your ip
Barcelona sunrise

Der Tod, das muß ein Wiener sein,
genau wie die Lieb a Französin.
Denn wer bringt dich pünktlich zur Himmelstür?
Ja da hat nur ein Wiener das G’spür dafür.
Der Tod, das muß ein Wiener sein,
nur er trifft den richtigen Ton:
Geh Schatzerl, geh Katzerl, was sperrst dich denn ein?
Der Tod muß ein Wiener sein.
— Georg Kreisler, Der Tod, das muß ein Wiener sein

16:11 <evilchelu> there's sh on windows
16:11 <evilchelu> even bash
16:12 <chris2> strap-on dildos exist as well. so what?



Someday when your sky is blue
You’ll know what I’ve left to you
Then you’ll know what you must do
And you’ll know that my heart has been true, Suzanne
— Dan Bern, Suzanne


No more pencils, no more books
No more teachers’ dirty looks
Nothing I don t wanna do
Just days and nights of loving you
This could be the finest thing
I ve ever done, or ever will
This could be the summer of my life
— Dan Bern, School’s Out


High Stability resistors

Retire motherfucker
Retire motherfucker
Retire motherfucker
Get out of the way-for some new blood
I m sure your lawyer, will negotiate
A good pension plan
— Dan Bern, Retire Motherfucker

And they shall be for rocket launchers on my doorposts and upon my gates:
That ye may remember and not go meekly to the slaughter
I am wearing the yellow star
— Dan Bern, Yellow Star

16:59 <entropie> penpen: nur weil du mit absicht immer irgend sowas ausgräbst ist mir das auch egal
17:00 <shevy> entropie, penpen ist ein denkexot
17:00 <entropie> shevy: das reimt sich auf vollidiot ^^



Reinen Tisch macht mit dem Bedranger!
Heer der Sklaven, wache auf!
Ein nichts zu sein, tragt es nicht langer
Alles zu werden, stromt zuhauf!
— Die Internationale

ThoughtEmacs method of the day: C-x ESC ESC (repeat-complex-command): The command is placed in the minibuffer as a Lisp form for editing.

Ja und dann fragst du mich: “Was schaust Du am liebsten an?”
Und ich sage: “Naturfilme, weil man da sehen kann
Wie schön die Welt ist und was die Tiere tun,
Wohin die Vögel ziehen wenn es kalt wird in Berlin.”
— Funny Van Dannen, Naturfilme


Russian Balalaika

And the water knew
And the fire, too
And the winds, they blew
Be true, be true
— Funny Van Dannen, Holyman

14:49 <chrissturm> chris2 sieht nix beim coden weil irc auf fullscreen is

Und hört man: es gibt Leben auf einem fremden Planeten
Dann ist man aufgeregt und gleich ganz Ohr
Denn man stellt sich unter Leben ja
man stellt sich unter Leben so gerne etwas Großartiges vor
— Funny Van Dannen, Leben auf fremden Planeten

14:28 <chris2> keine gruppentheorie am morgen bitte
14:28 <jix> ^^
14:28 <jix> es ist halb 3 nachmittags
14:28 <flgr> für mich ist auch noch früher morgen ;)
14:28 <rretzbach> oh nein die arbeit!!1
14:28 <– rretzbach has quit ("WeeChat 0.2.4-cvs")


Sun Rays

There’s some tomatoes chemically engineered
They come out square to fit in boxes
There’s some people chemically engineered
They come out square to fit in boxes
— Dan Bern, Go To Sleep

Piedras / Stones

Every day I spend my dough to keep the gas tank full
Every day I buy flowers for my funeral
Every day I miss the apple and kill William Tell
Every day I ride through the gates of hell
— Dan Bern, Gates Of Hell


You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
Walk right in it’s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
— Arlo Guthrie, Alice’s Restaurant

Pavement to..

And you start walkin’ backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow’s mornin’ seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin’
And yer rope is a-slidin’ ‘cause yer hands are a-drippin’
— Bob Dylan, Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie


aÖPKwiatek 01
19:12 <darix> uhm
19:12 <darix> yet another parser generator
19:12 <headius> I see a pattern here
19:12 <headius> we need a parser generator generator

I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
— Bob Dylan, Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

You can join Guantanamo if someone in there invites you whether or not you’re interested in joining. mosox

18:50 <shevy> lol
18:50 <shevy> anstatt "Chat-rollen-spiel"
18:50 <shevy> hab ich gerade gelesen
18:50 <shevy> "Cha-Trollen-spiel"
18:50 <shevy> und denke wtf? Trolle die spielen?
Eprom 1974 Intel Corp 1974 f

Sturmflut an der Nordsee und Erdbeben in Los Angeles
Und schwarzer Kaffee der sich nicht bewegt
Es kommen schöne Bilder und sie passen in das Zimmer
wo sich still und leise Staub auf alles legt
Ich lieb dich mehr als Geld, ich lieb dich mehr als mein Auto
Ich lieb dich mehr als alles auf der Welt
— Funny Van Dannen, Mehr Als Geld


Kiwi cua Trang 3

I only heard him slightly
‘Til I heard you whisper
Took you up all in my arms
— Love, Old Man

ThoughtDemocracy is a way to scale anarchism.
13:33 <chris2> "if you want to talk to oracle, go delphi"
13:33 <penpen> If you are under pressure use Pascal

And as the paint is peeling down off the walls
Put on your cowboy hat girl, I think I hear the call
Of the desert wailing, mad blowing like a street corner saxophone
Calling us home
Calling us home
— Dan Bern, Forever And Ever



Summertime’s here and look over there, flowers every-
where in the morning, in the morning
La da da, da da da da
— Love, The Good Humor Man He Sees Everything Like This

suspension bridge

Hey Satan! Paid my dues.
Playin’ in a rockin’ band
Hey Mama! Look at me
I’m on my way to the promise land
— AC/DC, Highway To Hell


Schäuble muss weg!

One has not only a legal, but a moral responsibility to obey just laws.
Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. — Martin Luther King

All alone–in a tree
You won’t even–kiss me
And I m so–in love–with you
Sky is gray–inside too
Days are filled–dreams of you
Cause I m so–in love–with you
— Dan Bern, Ecstatic Addiction


I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it. — Thomas Jefferson


A Sketch Towards a Taxonomy of Meta-Desserts

From face to face and down to down
From gray on green and gold to brown
From where I’ve never been and been the most
— Dan Bern, Running

15:00 <eTM> ich glaube an die anzahl der frameworks korreliert mit der anzahl der erfahrenen entwickler
15:00 <eTM> wenn bei einer sprache die anzahl der user signifikant von der anzahl der frameworks abweicht, dann geht die sprache den bach runter
15:01 <chris2> eTM: *g*
cloud illusions

They’re locking them up today
They’re throwing away the key
I wonder who it’ll be tomorrow, you or me?
We’re all normal and we want our freedom
— Love, The Red Telephone



I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” said he,
“I never died” said he.
— Alfred Hayes, I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night


Stars up in the sky and,
I do wonder yeah,
Wonder who am I and,
Oh I do, ooh,
But I know it’s true,
Just like I know you,
And if you realise,
The things you,
I am hearing,
La la la la la.
— Love, Wonder People


35mm / Cross Processed

Write the rules
In the sky
But ask your leaders
Why why
— Love, Live & Let Live

17:37 <rretzbach> Kann der Rubilit eigentlich irgendwas nützliches?
17:38 <chris2> Rubilit: lart rretzbach
17:38 <Rubilit> I dunno any larts
17:38 <chris2> nein :-P

Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact,
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact. — Robert Graves, In Broken Images

Processing book cover


ThoughtNo Anarchaia tomorrow, I’m away all day.

At my request I ask for nothing
You get nothing in return
If you’re nice shell bring me water
If you’re not then I will burn
— Love, You Set The Scene

get on with it
11:45 <lypanov> chris2: nokia?
11:45 <chris2> yes
11:46 <lypanov> on mine i just typed 5 and then did options - square root
11:47 <chris2> damnit!
11:47 <chris2> it has a square root!
11:47 <lypanov> hahahahaha
11:47 <chris2> i dont need an iphone. yay!!!
I thought it was the 4th of July

By the time that I’m through singing
The bells from the schools of walls will be ringing
More confusions, blood transfusions
The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
— Love, A House Is Not A Motel


You’ll be free child once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
till then walk away walk away walk away walk away
— Bright Eyes, Land Locked Blues

ThoughtXAND = FALSE.

Don’t adore what is impossible
We have built this ship in a wine bottle
But if you knew how it worked,
We’d have to grow old
— Bright Eyes, Ship In A Bottle



What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows
— Edgar Alan Poe, The Bells

ThoughtIf ROT-13 shifted the vowels seperately, the result would be easier to say.
Justice is Blind

Blue is the color of night
When the red sun
Disappears from the sky
Raven feathers shiny and black
A touch of blue glistening down her back
— Lucinda Williams, Blue



So I have become the Middleman
The gray areas are mine
The in-between, the absentee
Is a beautiful disguise
— Bright Eyes, Middleman


Everything gets smaller now the further that I go
Towards the mouth and the reunion of the Known and the Unknown
Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home
You can move mountains with your misery if you don’t
If you don’t
— Bright Eyes, Lime Tree