ALLERGIES

ok officially it's spring ... even though it feels like summer ... actually we have the same temperatures as in caracas here, funny isn't it ... but anyway, in springtime it's usually time for every sort of allergies. i am in the lucky position to have none ... except the pantomimic herpes i get from bad singing, conversation, political speeches and so ... you know what i mean ... but yesterday i fell over an article that was really interesting. dr. david resnik from new york announced that 80 women worldwide suffer from sperm allergy. the doctor recommends desensibilisation ... that might be ok, but me would recommend something different.
what did alice say during speeddating in season 3? i'm a bit low on sperm? i think that was it ... so i would recommend alice =D sounds like an excellent medicine to me. - but i'm nosey, what about you? any allergies? starting to shudder at the view of snails? freaked out by spiders? something similar to pantomimic herpes???? tell me!

artist: mando diao
song: all my senses
album: hurricane bar

pull the trigger, break down in a love affair
when i said i didn’t care, you started searching for tomorrow
pull the trigger, my girl you’re running all alone
i said i was back home, but i’m far away

and there ain’t no point in the words i write
there ain’t no way to know me
but it sure felt right when i saw your eyes
but now they feel like, oh yeah they feel like Mondays

and all my senses seem to shine through the day
seem to shine through the day, honey that’s okay
yes all my senses seem to shine in the night
seem to shine in the night, honey that’s alright

in your heart girl, i see a jealous butterfly
you wanted me high, love, but i’m sober still
in your heart girl, there’s nothing left but misery
come dance while i’m getting free i’m gonna lie again

cause there ain’t no point in the words i write
there ain’t no way to get me
but i sure was high when i saw your smile
but now your always, oh yes you’re always gone girl

and all my senses seem to shine through the day
seem to shine through the day, honey that’s okay
yes all my senses seem to shine in the night
seem to shine in the night, honey that’s alright

all my senses seem to shine in the night
seem to shine in the night, honey that’s alright
and all my senses seem to be in this song
thinking all day long, honey what went wrong
tell me what went wrong
tell me what went wrong

THE GERMAN DISEASE

ok we have an early summer this year ... we completely jumped over spring directly into summer ... two days with fantastic smelling plants, fresh green leafs and grinning people ... now we arrived in the deep dark hell of german summer. ok, it's not really dark, it's light what in my opinion makes it worse. one reason why i choose riding a bike to work is - yes of course my butt - but more important it's the oportunity to stay out of the public transport system. where you are trapped with all kinds of horrible creatures you thought only exists in horrormovies or legends. but they exist. and they take the subway. so today i had to use the subway again and immediately encountered the germanicus buerocratus holidayiansis. a creature that causes eyecancer and other serious allergic reactions on first sight. remarkable features of this species are short trousers - the legs have to be of the colour of cottage cheese - in screaming colours (mine wore red ones), a socalled funshirt (balloonsilk with ridicoulous pattern) and the absolute necessary white socks in sandals. it's mediocrity on feet. even though it's somehow extreme. to me it's mediocrity, and that is the worst curse i know ... so after you noticed how horrible my morning was, and i was tortured by terrible headache yesterday - would you please stop grinning? i am talking about migrane not hangover - i deserve something nice to entertain me ... you have the whole commentbox. and if it has to be something mediocre it better is good ;D

the song of today is

artist: jack johnson
song: mediocre bad guys
album: on and on

well don't give me no comic book sad looks no more
please don't use those same excuses you've used before
mmm hmmm mmm hmmm
you told yourself so many times it's okay
so be good to try
but you just don't know how to come back down
and now you beat me up, you break me down
hoping i don't come around,
kick me when i'm on the ground,
beat me up, break me down,
hoping i don't come around,
kick me when i'm on the ground

well how about those people i know that you know the ones i mean
not so good, not so bad
only know what they have
and they have only what they've seen
them mediocre bad guys can really bring you down
they can't be defeated, and you know
they're never going to come around

they just beat me up and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when i'm on the ground
beat me up, and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when i'm on the ground
They just beat me up and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when i'm on the ground
beat me up, and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when i'm on the ground
beat me up, and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when i'm on the ground
beat me up, and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when i'm on the ground

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

have i ever mentioned how much i adore women with big noses? anyway, today is the birthday of one of them ... miss barbra streisand ... hmmmmm, and while i was thinking about it, i have to realize that i share my weak spot for bignosed women with mr. agassi ... yes, the tennisplayer, who was together with miss streisand for a while and is now married to? correct, steffi - big nose - graf. isn't it funny when completely useless synapses connect in your brain just for entertainment???

anyway, it's miss streisands birthday today. and my favourite movie with her was "what's up, doc?" i think i'll watch it tonight.

hmmmmmmmm... does anyone knows if mr. agassi has a weak spot for crossdressers too?

anyway, song of today

artist: barbra streisand
song: don't rain on my parade
album:

don't tell me not to fly
i've simply got to
if someone takes a spill
it's me and not you
don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

don't tell me not to leave
just sit and putter
life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade

i'll march my band out
i'll beat my drum
and if I'm fanned out
your turn at bat, sir
at least i didn't fake it, hat, sir
i guess i didn't make it

but whether i'm the rose of sheer perfection
a freckle on the nose of life's complexion
a Cinderella or a shine apple of an eye
i gotta fly once
i gotta try once
only can die once, right, sir?
ooh, life is juicy
juicy and you see
i gotta have my bite, sir

get ready for me love
'cause i'm a "comer"
i simply gotta march
my heart's a drummer
don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

yes, sir
no, sir
i'm gonna live and live now
get what i want, i know how
all that the law will allow
one roll for the whole shebang
one throw that bell will go clang
though i'm alone i'm a gang
eye on the target and wham
one shot, one gun shot and bam

hey, world, here i am...
get ready for me life, 'cause i'm a "comer"
i simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!

TALKS #30 - EXORCISM

ok this is an attempt to finally get over this whole moving thing, because i don't want to bore you to death ... i have to thank everybody who followed me through these last weeks and supported me, and cared about me and gave me smiles ... even though it was frightening unnecessary because i was feeling good most of the time ... but anyway, we close this case now with the ultimate "how's nicos condition"-podcast, which is quite selfexplaining ;D

artists in order of appearance

i got you - james brown

shoo be doo - macy gray

new life - depeche mode

seventeen again - eurythmics

teenagers - my chemical romance

alles neu - mia.

my interpretation - mika

slung-lo - erin mckeown

i'm on a high - the boss hoss

feeling good - muse

15 MINUTES OF FAME

normally this things are hanging around at the trainstation announcing arriving and departing trains. but now, for a few days they are art. they are still hanging around in the main train station, but this time not at the tracks. and they got a nice name too. they are called "trainbirds" what explains their spreaded wings ... oh, i might have to mention that migratory birds are called "trainbirds" in german so you get the twinkle of the eye maybe ... i think this piece is beatiful and it fits to the whole moving thing that's the theme for quite a boring while on this blog now =D

so i hope you enjoy this slightly educational post and because i can't let go of this moving theme the fitting song for the trainbirds is

artist: norah jones
song: come away with me
album: come away with me

come away with me in the night
come away with me
and i will write you a song

come away with me on a bus
come away where they can't tempt us
with their lies

i want to walk with you
on a cloudy day
in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
so won't you try to come

come away with me and we'll kiss
on a mountaintop
come away with me
and i'll never stop loving you

and i want to wake up with the rain
falling on a tin roof
while i'm safe there in your arms
so all i ask is for you
to come away with me in the night
come away with me


(damn, i think i need a podcast to exorcise myself ;D )

GENDERBENDER

ok, yesterday this question came up ... what's the thing about wearing boy panties? that's no big question if you are a boy i think, i also don't think it's a big thing if you are a girl ... but that's my opinion. so, just to make sure, what do you think about girls wearing boys underwear? did you ever wore boys undies? did you like it? why did you like it? why did you not? do you want to make some boy-panties-experiences in the future? why not? and why do you think these very cool superhero-boyspanties should be reserved for boys? i mean at the beginning of the last century, women faught for the right to be in men reserved places, men reserved jobs, women started to kiss men reserved women, in public ... so why stop at underwear? HAH? and when will there be finally a bra that matches my hulk boy-shorties????

questions over questions!!! ;D

and here is the song of today

artist: seeed
song: tight pants
album: next!

minus 10 grad, doch wir müssen raus
wie ne katze die auslauf brauch
im haus ist es schon warm is es auch
aber partykatze jagt die partymaus
unter fünf mützen schwitzt man auch
mein thermo-outfit wiegt ne tonne
ich kann kaum gehn
doch ich komme durch die clubtür
drin scheint die sonne

ratlos guckt sie in kleiderschrank
"was zieh ich'n bloß für teile an?"
leider fand sie wie immer geiler
was der schrank der anderen weiber kann
nur mit hotpants is sie einverstanden
die sind zwar drei nummern eingegangen
dafür sitzen sie tighter
damit kommst du in jeden club rein, madame

warum tanzt du denn nicht mit mir
bin ich zu blöd, stink ich nach bier?
why don't you dance to say no task
and answer please to my request

do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)
so come on shake it (nooooooo)

say what my pants are too tight
and i can let myself know

do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)
so come on shake it (nooooooo)

aha your pants are too tight
so you can say let yourself go

jeder kleine step ist der reine stress
is zwar'n geiler dress
aber reingeprtesst das is schon'n krasses handycap
denn dein geiles heck steckt leider fest
die frauen im laden bepissen sich
weil du für die pants die quittung kriegst
gib dir einen tipp zeig mir deinen slip
zieh die pants aus ich strippe mit dir mit
komm ins licht zier dich nicht
da gibs keine debatten nich lange fackeln
lass backen wackeln und die andren schabracken im schatten zappeln

warum tanzt du denn nicht mit mir
bin ich zu blöd, stink ich nach bier?
why don't you dance to say no task
and answer please to my request

do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)
so come on shake it (nooooooo)

aha your pants are too tight
so you can say let yourself go

say what my pants are too tight
and i can let myself know

do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)
so come on shake it (nooooooo)

aha your pants are too tight
so you can say let yourself go

t-t-take your tight pants off
t-t-take your tight pants off

everybody is shakin down the spot,
everybody rock and i want to you do it
girl why did you come here,
you just stand on the floor
like puppets in the store,
that's not how we're doin.
get into it and loosen up a bit,
all you need is to
get rid of that shit and move it.
as if you can't breath
i guess you better release
now come on do it please,
you ain't got the clue.
gonna show you if you want to,
if you're ready to make a go
let me know it.

can't do it yourself just call me for help,
gonna use your belt,
whip your numb ass.
it's gonna feel good, gonna look good,
gonna heal you.
so come on and drop it.
girl what's going on you know what is wrong,
what can't move can't last.

do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)
so come on shake it (nooooooo)

aha your pants are too tight
so you can say let yourself go

say what my pants are too tight
and i can let myself know

do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)
so come on shake it (nooooooo)

aha your pants are too tight
so you can say let yourself go

LEZ STEREOTYPEZ

hello, i am back ... it wasn't as evil as expected ... to be honest we had some fun too ... me nearly got out the chainsaw to kill the stubborn rack that drove us mad ... i was this close to throw it out of the window ... the only problem was, the window was too small ... anyway, there were a lot of things that were really nice too ... the silly pride you feel when you've moved your whole stuff, the pizza revelry with your friends where everyone is sweaty and dirty and grinning widely because of the good feeling of having earned the pizza, of course the shower where you get all the sweat and dust off of you but most of all i like driving the truck =D

no, i am usually no truckdriver lezzie, but i love driving these trucks ... so that's why i posted my hat ... yes, this thing is mine and i wore it all saturday, together with a wide grin, some sunglasses and a flanell-shirt - ok, after half an hour i changed to a wifebeater, because it was hot on saturday - and yes, when i was driving that thing a fag hung down from my lip ... *sigh, i had a really great time ... a tiny little musclecat on sunday and a lot of bruises but driving the truck in full drag was so worth it!!!!

so if anybody is moving and needs a driver ... call me ;D

and because we are talking about lesbian stereotypes, here's another one

artist: melissa etheridge
song: you can sleep while i drive
album: brave and crazy

come on baby let's get out of this town
i got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
there's a chill in my bones
i don't want to be left alone
so you can sleep while i drive
i'll pack my bag and load up my guitar
in my pocket i'll carry my harp
i got some money i saved
enough to get underway
and baby you can sleep while i drive

we'll go thorough tucson up to santa fe
and barbara in nashville says we're welcome to stay
i'll buy you glasses in texas a hat from new orleans
and in the morning you can tell me your dreams

you know i've seen it before
this mist that covers your eyes
you've been looking for something
that's not in your life
my intentions are true
won't you take me with you
and baby you can sleep while i drive

oh is it other arms you want to
hold you the stranger
the lover you're free
can't you get that with me

come on baby let's get out of this town
i got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
if you won't take me with you
i'll go before night is through
and baby you can sleep while i drive

NOW IT'S OFFICIAL

yesterday i signed the contract. finally. i made my security deposit and now i am officially the renter of my new flat, instead of the evil intruder i was the past two weeks. i slept much better tonight ;D even though the edges of these darn videotapes, poked hurtfully into some sensitive parts of my precious body ;D

i borrowed the office car to see my new landlord and of course i had to buy some gas. question: where are the days, when you could open a flap at the side of the car and screw open the gas tank? it all started with me driving to the wrong side of the station of course ... if there are two ways of doing something you can bet your little ass i will choose the wrong one ... i take it with humour, it helps ;D

so after i spent 10 minutes trying to find out how to open that damn flip on the side of the devilish car, even my humour started to fade ... i sat the milecounter back to zero, i think i unfixed all the fix radiostations on the entertainment system, turned on the warning lights seven times, cursed like a drayman and finally i found a tiny little nearly invisible lever under the floormat ... ok it was in the door, but it was really well hidden!!! you see, when i went in to pay i had to get myself something nice to calm me down ... i got me a penthouse magazine ... dita von teese is on the cover =D i had to buy it ...

so what do you think is better? penthouse or playboy? penthouse has no centerfold but i think the pictures of the featured girls are better, the pics of the vip chicks are always excellent but in playboy the playmates look mostly cheap ... i have no experience with hustler yet and only one encounter with lui, but that's long ago and i didn't like it. so what would you recommend?

and because it's moving week, and i am talking about nothing else, here's the song of the day:

artist: curtis mayfield
song: move on up
album: greatest hits

hush now child,
and don't you cry
your folks might understand you
by and by
move on up
towards your destination
you may find
from time to time
complications

bight your lip
and take a trip
though there may be
wet road ahead
you cannot slip
so move on up
and peace you will find
into the steeple
of beautiful people
where there's only one kind

so hush now child
and don't you cry
your folks might understand you
by and by
just move on up
and keep on wishing
remember your dreams
are your only schemes
so keep on pushing
take nothing less -
not even second best
and do not obey -
you must have your say
you can past the test

move on up!

BOXES

i started to pack. it is funny how much a shelf can hold. i definitely own too much stuff. and what's worse ... i own too much heavy stuff. did you know that the complete asterix collection alone weighs over seven kilo? what's 14 pounds if you are not willing to calculate ... and it's the paperback version. and not my only collection ... *sigh only thinking of saturday makes my back hurt.

but there are good sides too ... i mean besides getting your own space, where you can do whatever you want, whenever you want ... as loud as the neighbours allow ;D while i was sorting out things that i don't need anymore i found some treasures. two to be explicit. in the farest back of the topshelf of my entertainement-rack i found two dusty tapes ... the two long missed, often searched and never found precious cora frost movies you cannot bye anywere. i am talking about "l'amour fou - the incredible world of cora frost" and TA DAAAAAH "tigerstripebaby meets tarzan" a movie that is as extraordinairie as it's title, it's about alien invasion, love, death, and woman kissing woman ... and i will have to wait another two weeks for my tv *sigh

but who cares, i found a treasure =D, i think i'll take it to bed with me tonight ;D

and because i will fill some more boxes tonight (books are nearly stored, i think we can pack the dvd's now) the song of today is obvious

artist: simon and garfunkel
song: the boxer
album: old friends. live on stage

i am just a poor boy.
though my story's seldom told,
i have squandered my resistance
for a pocketful of mumbles,
such are promises
all lies and jest
still, a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest.

when i left my home
and my family,
i was no more than a boy
in the company of strangers
in the quiet of the railway station,
running scared,
laying low,
seeking out the poorer quarters
where the ragged people go,
looking for the places
only they would know.

lie-la-lie...

asking only workman's wages
i come looking for a job,
but i get no offers,
just a come-on from the whores
on Seventh Avenue
i do declare,
there were times when i was so
lonesome
i took some comfort there.

lie-la-lie...

then i'm laying out my winter clothes
and wishing i was gone,
going home
where the New York City winters
aren't bleeding me,
leading me,
going home.

in the clearing stands a boxer,
and a fighter by his trade
and he carries the reminders
of ev'ry glove that laid him down
and cut him till he cried out
in his anger and his shame,
"i am leaving, i am leaving."
but the fighter still remains

lie-la-lie...

THE FINISHING MOVE

after i am no guy and therefor not able to grow a beard (don't be silly, i know it and i don't even want to THINK about it) i had to cut my hair ... so i did. i tortured my sister into cutting my hair on match length which makes her whimper during the whole process because she had a very hard time cutting the stubborn wire populating my head into a decent do during my halfhearted approach of letting it grow. but she understood, that it had to be done to close this case ... plus i will not sweat this much in the neck when i will move my furniture on saturday =D

it seems i'm done with the whole relationship emotionally now =D and after two days i even get kind of used to my new pic in the mirror.

i had a fantastic easter with my little nephew who is a genius like his aunt ... just to inform you, he invented his own way of moving around, funny mix of crawling and sliding ... and he is fast!!! he can stand up. everytime he falls he manages to land on his cushioned backside. he is still a great entertainer and makes everyone smile and believe it or not he can throw!! with aiming!! i was really impressed. (no it was no accident! he did it five times in a row, and he is not this bad in catching too. seems he will be a great handballer like his proud auntie) by the way, he bit his first head of. it was an evil fight, because he still has no teeth (not a single one) so the poor easterbunny was drowned in saliva first, but then the head was off ... hip hip hooray.

i think the ingeniousness of her child was the only thing that could sooth the pain of my sister seeing 10 month of work floating to the ground. but i told her the same i tell you: the song of the day ...

artist: eurythmics
song: the first cut
album: touch

the first cut - is a criminal thing
the first cut - goes deeper in
each impression
makes a chain reaction
each impression
will never be never be never be
broken

i'm a white girl - you can see my skin
look at this picture - that i 'm living in
and old scores
never settle down
i'll keep on walking
till i'm burried in the cold ground
cold ground
cold cold ground

HAPPY EASTER

sometimes everything just fits together ... is it destiny? i don't believe in this so i would call it coincedence and grin widely because i like things like that =D

so you might ask yourself which book i might choose to marry ... it would be my favourite one, the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy ... i don't know if you read it but to me it's the most important book ever written ... and i can say this, because i am the ministress of silly ;D

so if you are a douglas adams virgin, here's a good reason why you have to love his books:

"and then, one thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. this time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.
sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell about it, a terrible, stupid catastrophe occured, and the idea was gone forever. ... "

and doesn't this fit excellently to easter? just as the song of the next four days?

artist: hedwig and the angry inch
song: nailed
album: hedwig and the angry inch soundtrack

by the gold light of your halo i wanna nail ya
give you lovin' and devotion that won't ever fail ya
wanna run my mouth over your wounds
and fall on the ground
and the holes in your hands and your feet they help to nail you down

nail ya down
nailed
nailed
nailed

they made you christ to get ya nailed
when you hover in the night like a holy vision
with the crimson and the purple of your incision
wanna run my fingers through your hair and over your pale skin
on the fringe, shit, jesus christ man, you sure wanna nail him

get ya nailed
nailed
nailed
nailed
they made you christ to get ya nailed

he died for me
died for no one else
he died for no one
and he'd see and complain
oh the sweet and the sigh, to pain

and your heart is left out naked and exposed
i wish that you had left more to the eye
and i can't find the words to say i love you
and why and why and why and why and why ha

nailed
nailed
nailed
it's just a fight to get ya nailed
they sent you christ to get ya nailed


(wow, two of my favourites on one day ... i really deserve little break =D )

MAYBE A BIT TOO RADICAL

ok, it seems this breakup thing is somehow epidemic ... but whatever happens, there is always hope. see what reached me this morning. my dear friend frank sent me piece of newspaper ... and i have to share this.

if you are single and sick of it, go to india and marry a book. i don't know what's wrong with the indians, last year i think a woman married a tree ...

well anyway, the reason why this 60 year old woman married the holy book of hinduism was, she didn't want to marry a guy ... completely understandable =D ... and she was sick of being called an old maid by her whole village ...

i am interested, if you are desperate enough to think of marrying a book, which one would it be?

and what is the perfect song for today? - right!

artist: ultra naté
song: if you could read my mind
album: i have no idea

if you could read my mind love
what a tale my thoughts would tell
just like an old time movie
bout a ghost from a wishingwell
in a castle dark or a fortress strong
with chains upon my feet
you know that ghost is me

i don't know where we went wrong
but the feeling's gone
and I just can't get it back
if you could read my mind, yeah

if you could read your mind love
what a tale my thoughts would tell
just like a paperback novel
the kind that drugstores sell
when you reach the part where the heartache comes
the hero would be you
heroes often fail

never thought I could feel this way
and I've got to say
that I just don't get it
i don't know where we went wrong
but the feeling's gone
and I just can't get it back

if you could read my mind
if you could if you could if you could read my mind
if you could if you could if you could read my mind

if you could read my mind love
what a tale my thoughts would tell
just like an old time movie
bout a ghost from a wishing well

if you could read my mind love
what a tale my thoughts would tell
just like a paperback novel
the kind that drugstores sell
and when you reach the part
where the heartache comes
the hero would be you
heroes often fail

TALKS #29 - THE BONES ARE ACHING BUT THE LUNGS ARE NOT

i am a bit late with this one but i have a good excuse ... i had to move this weekend.
so this explains why the bones are aching, why i'm late with the podcast and why the podcast is about breakup songs ... and if i read any "i feel so sorry for you"-crap in the comment box i will not talk to you ever again =D

so if you are not afraid to get involved in my bullshit listen to this nice collection of wonderful angry breakup songs called no family pack

artists in order of appearance

leave me alone - the frank popp ensemble

breakin' up - gwen stefani

like the way i do - melissa eteheridge

i will survive - cake

alone in my room - skin

pet names - shmashmouth

this dream is over - mando diao

don't need this - melanie c

eisbär - the dresden dolls

laisse tomber les filles - elke brauweiler

ode to divorce - regina spektor