I think terrorists and stoke-brokers should have real friends, eat more chocolate and think less of sex

Tonight I cooked a nice dinner, Basmati rice I got from an Indian colleague, topped with green curry paste I got from Verena's last trip to Thailand, broccoli and cauliflower and sweet sesame paste from my French ex-flatmate Marina.

I ate this delicious dinner while reading the newspaper and hearing a song compilation I made for Andrea. The newspaper, as usual in these times, was disappointing.

Financial crisis in the west and terrorist attacks in the east; both are terrible ways of treating innocent human beings. The victims of the crisis are loosing their savings and their health and social services. The victims of terrorism loose also a lot: their arms, their legs, their dads, their husbands and wives, their brothers and daughters...

The crisis and terrorism are both caused by men taking advantage of others. Business men and stoke-brokers are happy to steal money. Terrorists are happy to send young boys to trigger bombs attached to their bodies...the reason? I know they think that virgin teenagers will wait for them in heaven and after dying in the attack, they think they will fuck them...and that's it.

Bankers in New York and London and Frankfurt also do what they do (steal money) to get laid. They buy cocaine and have sex with prostitutes...not in heaven, but in penthouses.

Since the news in the paper were too sad, I decided to finish my piñata. Yes! I am working once more in a piñata. So, this is what I did:

I sat on the floor with my glass of red wine, chocolate cookies (digestives, for the British among you), scissors, glue, coloured paper (crepe paper, for the handicraft-junkies among you) and nice music on the background. I started to work, ate and drank and then I got it!!!

In the song playing I heard the line “love is the answer”, then I thought of the Beatles and “all you need is love” and all that hippie crap...really, I have a possible answer to make this world a better place!

I don't think that a person sitting in his kitchen, hearing to the music he likes, having glass of his favourite drink, eating food prepared with ingredients from the people he loves, having chocolate cookies and then, he builds a piñata for a small lovely girl would ever, ever think of robbing or killing innocents.

I think terrorists and stoke-brokers should have real friends, eat more chocolate cookies...and think less of shagging prostitutes in expensive hotels (or raping virgins in heaven). They should get a girlfriend, get in love, with her, maybe have children and make piñatas for them.


P.S. maybe it also helps to hear some songs by Nina Simone, Elvis Presley, Sigur Ros, Radiohead...and the supremes!

music and lyrics

This time I won’t be telling a story, but I will show a video I made on Tuesday. A working colleague (she would kill me if I write her name in this blog) gave me the link to website which produces word clouds automatically. I used text of old blog entries and a song I composed for Andrea this summer to produce the video.

Enjoy the video and I hope you can recognise one or more words from my entries!

Click here to stream the video

The baby, the midwife, the piano and the sunshine

After my last blog entry, Marina, my French ex flatmate asked me to explain the reasons why I stopped being an emo. I think it is time for me to write about that...

It all started when my beloved sister and Victor, her husband, had a romantic night last December, then, some months later, little Victoria was already one of the 6,8 billion inhabitants of this planet.

Victoria is a small warrior with only one goal in her mind (and in her name): to win! She is strong, sometimes stubborn and above all: beautiful! She looks a lot like my sister, and I am still not sure who has the biggest cheeks, the daughter or the mother.

Until now, I only know Victoria digitally, in the form of JPEGs and MP4s, but this December I will meet her in Chihuahua...I cannot wait to watch her, hug her and talk to her.

Another reason for my happiness is that my lovely girlfriend (she is indeed lovely) is living her dream. She got a job last June to work for Médecins sans Frontiers as a midwife. Andrea left last week and will be on the field for the next six months. It is incredible to be the boyfriend of a happy girl.

Recently, I started being even more happy because I am planning a piano project. I love the idea and with some luck, we will get the money and then hundreds, or even thousands, of people will be happy...because the project is about making people happy.

...and I am also happy because it stopped raining in Innsbruck! On Friday and Monday it was rainy as hell, and even though I rode my bike to work wearing my rain-trousers, waterproof gloves, raincoat and leather shoes, when I got to the office, I was totally soaked...but today, everythign was different, I even had to wear my sunglasses...nice :-)