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Archive for 4th May 2009

I confess I am a shirt carrier. T-shirts I do not like anyway. Classic, also sometimes unusual, but shirts have to be. Because there is no alternative. When wearing suits, but I am less decried. Suits are clothes for special occasions, the university and the school and the daily monotony definitely are not among them. But perhaps I should probably reconsider. At least the use of a necktie would not be wrong sometimes.

This morning I sit at the crack of dawn 'in the car, the students were waiting for me. To Schlagernacht clock instruction should beginnenl. Although I function then usually sufficient, but come home because the children do not really have breakfast. "Eat cereal!" "Please pull the pants on!" "Brush your teeth, girls!" Something like that goes in the morning before breakfast and the children's garden nursery with us. Clock must be delivered by seven of the first ten past then the second, otherwise the skin is not down. The trip from Hamburg to Lauenburg drags on - 35 kilometers, constantly villages, everything settled down to 70. So the coffee is consumed in the car.

Well, now you know this but what has the consumption of coffee in the morning do Hamburg-Holstein border area with neckties, and my inclination to shirts? What's up with the neologism "Schlemd" all about?

The Highway 25 between Hamburg and Geesthacht a samba track. "Uneven pavement," says the Englishman. This is bringing with an attached coffee cup is not too often in harmony. The caffeinated beverage spilled from the small opening of the Starbucks cup heat and landed on my fresh shirt. Critical time to go without changing his shirt is then not at all well. Some curse tirades later and after a targeted use a paper handkerchief ("spots, do not rub!" I had my mother's well-meaning words in the ear) I wished for a new shirt - or a tie optional. I'm going to plug in any case, such a future, you never know what's going to hit unfortunate chain of Straßenhuckeln and hot drinks can, and then I'm in doubt, use a Schlemd well advised.

Pigeons under the road bridge B 404 at Geesthacht. 150mm, 1 / 160 sec, f4.5, ISO 400, fill flash.

Somehow reminded me of the small band of pigeons at a street gang. The three birds were sitting there a long time on the piers under the bridge, they thundered over the vehicles in front of them the same, and prized their district. From time to time another pigeon landed and delivered from something, what the origin was in the middle now closer look. Extortion? Repayment of old gambling debts?

'Power' s departure, we are the residents here, "expressed the three forms each spring with their bodies. Rhythmic cooing and nodding - merely lacked the proper gangsta rap .