Saturday, May 2, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Geduld / Patience
Ich weiss, 2,32 leser warten jeden tag darauf dass hier mal was neues kommt. Im Buero geht's auffwaers und nach meiner 2.APICS pruefung am Samstag ist das volle winterpensum endlich auch erledingt. Fuer's drachenboot fahren is das Wasser noch zu kalt (sagen sie) also wird hoffentlich bald ein wenig energie uebrig sein um ein update zu schreiben.
I know, 2.23 readers wait daily for news here. The office is starting to calm down a bit and after my second APICS exam on Saturday my cramped winter schedule is officially over. The lake is still too cold for dragon boating (so they say) so there should be time and energy to give an update soon.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Shaum :-)
Na ja, der Traum hat leider der Realität nicht stand gehalten :-( Das Hauschen hatte viel potential aber leider soll es $280 000 kosten und selbst wenn ich die Anzahlung (5%) hätte, würden mir die Banken nur eine Hypothek von $200000 geben. Na ja aber gleichzeitig war das jetzt der Anfang einer neuen Suche. Vielleicht findet sich ja ein Reihenhaus das ich mir leisten kann. Folgende Faktoren bewegen mich zu dieser Suche:
- Durch die desolate Wirtschaftslage sinken die Hauspreise erheblich. Gleichzeitig zeigen sich schon Tendenzen dass es nicht mehr lange tiefer geht.
- Die Hypothekenzinsen sind so niedrig wie seit 35 Jahren nicht mehr.
- Mein Kellerloch ist in unseren langen Wintern doch recht bedrückend. Im Sommer verbringe ich mehr Zeit draußen und genieße das normalerweise trockene Sommerwetter.
- Verglichen mit den kosten für Wohneigentum sind die Mieten noch immer sehr hoch. Sollte ich wirklich etwas erschwingliches finden, rechne ich damit nahezu das selbe für meine Hypothek zu zahlen wie jetzt für Miete.
- Durch meine Handwerklichen Fähigkeiten kann ich durch renovieren den Wert des Hauses schnell erheblich steigern und dann hoffentlich in ein paar Jahren (2-3) wenn die Preise wieder höher sind mit Gewinn verkaufen.
Robert Service
The Shooting of Dan McGrew
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head -- and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.
His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands -- my God! but that man could play.
Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could HEAR;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars? --
Then you've a haunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars.
And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's love --
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true --
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, -- the lady that's known as Lou.)
Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through --
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.
The music almost died away . . . then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill . . . then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew."
Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.
These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch", and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two --
The woman that kissed him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's known as Lou.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head -- and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.
His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands -- my God! but that man could play.
Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could HEAR;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars? --
Then you've a haunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars.
And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's love --
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true --
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, -- the lady that's known as Lou.)
Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through --
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.
The music almost died away . . . then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill . . . then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew."
Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.
These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch", and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two --
The woman that kissed him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's known as Lou.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Diana Krall
After many years of waiting I finally found an opportunity to see my favourite musician live on stage. I bought a ticket for Diana Krall at the Orpheum in Vancouver on May 13th I'm totally excited and can't wait for her new album.
Nach jahrelangem warten habe ich endlich eine Möglichkeit meine Lieblingskünstlerin live zu sehen. Ich habe eine Konzertkarte fuer das Diana Krall Konzert im Orpheum Theater in Vancouver am 13.Mai gekauft und kann es kaum abwarten :-) auch auf das neue Album freue ich mich schon sehr!!!
Ein super lichtblich in einer sonst recht dunkelen Jahreszeit.
Nach jahrelangem warten habe ich endlich eine Möglichkeit meine Lieblingskünstlerin live zu sehen. Ich habe eine Konzertkarte fuer das Diana Krall Konzert im Orpheum Theater in Vancouver am 13.Mai gekauft und kann es kaum abwarten :-) auch auf das neue Album freue ich mich schon sehr!!!
Ein super lichtblich in einer sonst recht dunkelen Jahreszeit.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
La Crosse II
A lot of what I learned today is too secret to end up on the internet (I like blogging but I like my job more ;-) )
Among other things I got into the old part of City Brewing and took some pictures:
Interesting to see the equipment the old German brewmasters brought in an what we are using today.It`s going to be very cold here tomorrow - snowing like crazy now already.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
La Crosse
Bin heute nach La Crosse Wisconsin geflogen - ein langer Tag aber es hat alles gut geklappt
Monday, January 5, 2009
Four strong winds
Think I'll go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the fall
I got some friends that I could go to working for.
Still I wish you'd change your mind
If I ask you one more time
But we've been through this a hundred times or more.
Chorus: Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may.
If all the good times are all gone
Then I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are lookin' good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare.
But, by then it would be winter
Not too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold 'way out there.
Chorus: Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may.
If all the good times are all gone
Then I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Valyre / Walkuere
I watched Valkyre tonight and must say that I have mixed feelings about the film. On one hand the story was close to what I know about the assasination attempt by Stauffenberg at Hitler. I had expected more Hollywood soap but Tom Cruise was very convincing as the reluctant hero - probably the best I've seen him. On the other hand all Germans except for Hitler were depicted as either heroes, reluctant followers or victims. We all know that this is not true and that blind fanaticism of the majority of Germans made Hitler and the Nazis what they were. I'm concerned about how the neo nazis in Germany could easily use this movie to glorify the Whermacht and otherwise celebrate the failiure gaianst the SS.
Ich habe mir heute Abend "Walküre" im Kino angesehen. Lauft das schon in deutschen Kinos? Der Film hat mir besser gefallen als ich dachte und Tom Cruise war recht überzeugend als Stauffenberg. Wohl seine beste Rolle bisher. Allerdings wurden alle deutschen als Helden, Mittlaufer oder Opfer dargestellt. Und wir alle wissen dass dies nicht sein kann und dass die Tatsache das die Mehrheit der Deutschen damals Hitler und die Nazis an die Macht gebracht und dort gehalten haben.
Ich fuerchte die deutschen Neonazis koennen den Film leicht dazu gbrauchen die Wehrmacht zu glorifizieren und ansonsten den Fehlschlag des Anschages zu feiern.
Winter in Kanada
An alle denen ich jahrelang erzahlt habe, dass es in Kanada nicht so viel schneit wir alle immer Denken - Ich muss mich entschuldigen. Ich habe in meinem Leben noch nie so viel Schnee gesehen.
Hier ein Video aus meinen Fotos von unserer Schneeschuhwanderung am 26. Dezember.
Hier ein Video aus meinen Fotos von unserer Schneeschuhwanderung am 26. Dezember.
Everbody I told for years that we don't get as much snow in Canda as everybody says I have to apologize and eat my words - I have never seen as much snow as we're getting this year. Here is a slide show of our snow shoe hike on December 26th
Please comment how you see this video - did it work?
Bitte hinterlasst einen Kommentar ueber das video - hat es funktioniert?
Please comment how you see this video - did it work?
Bitte hinterlasst einen Kommentar ueber das video - hat es funktioniert?
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