k presse + buch (Airport Plaza S-Bahn Aufgang)
| book wars |
| Written by Mark Jameson |
| Tuesday, 05 May 2009 13:02 |
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Hey. I love to read. But to go all the way to the library for that? I can get any book I want at any bookstore. And unless it’s a bestseller and in hardcover, the price is ok. Why go aaaaaalllll the way to the library? To find the book I want isn’t in the shelves! – not! If a bookstore doesn’t have it in stock, I order it. 24 hours later it’s mine. To read as long as I want. No need to return it. Eight or five or ten euros well spent. And what about newspapers? Same thing. Nothing beats my kiosk. Can get my dailies there. In fact, they’ve got print on demand now. Libraries are history, man. Hey. I love to read. But to go all the way to the library for that? I can get any book I want at any bookstore. And unless it’s a bestseller and in hardcover, the price is ok. Why go aaaaaalllll the way to the library? To find the book I want isn’t in the shelves! – not! If a bookstore doesn’t have it in stock, I order it. 24 hours later it’s mine. To read as long as I want. No need to return it. Eight or five or ten euros well spent. And what about newspapers? Same thing. Nothing beats my kiosk. Can get my dailies there. In fact, they’ve got print on demand now. Libraries are history, man. |
| easter promises |
| Written by Mark Jameson |
| Tuesday, 14 April 2009 12:13 |
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I’m stuffed. Easter was really bad. I just couldn’t stop eating those chocolate eggs. I ate so many, I could swear there was more chocolate in my veins than blood. I’m stuffed. In more ways than one. Can’t they make chocolate eggs that taste just as good while filling you less? What is easter about anyway – is it really only about stuffing yourself. Your mouth so full that pieces of chocolate start falling out as you speak to your friends, who only hear a garbled noise as you juggle chewing, breathing, swallowing. Gained 5 kilos in three days. Summer, here I come. I’m stuffed. Easter was really bad. I just couldn’t stop eating those chocolate eggs. I ate so many, I could swear there was more chocolate in my veins than blood. I’m stuffed. In more ways than one. Can’t they make chocolate eggs that taste just as good while filling you less? What is easter about anyway – is it really only about stuffing yourself. Your mouth so full that pieces of chocolate start falling out as you speak to your friends, who only hear a garbled noise as you juggle chewing, breathing, swallowing. Gained 5 kilos in three days. Summer, here I come. |
| how to become a cyborg |
| Written by Mark Jameson |
| Wednesday, 08 April 2009 13:35 |
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I was taking a bus from my favourite coffee shop, Balzac, to a nearby stop. In those seven or eight minutes, the most unspectacular thing happened to me: a young man, not much older than a boy, had switched on his mobile phone’s navigation system. Every few seconds, the “handy” (god I hate the word) blared out, in a robotic female voice, directions that obviously matched some GPS signal. Like all youths, he didn’t care molesting my ears or those of any other passengers. He thought it cool. The bus drove, and we were entertained with “In hundred meters bitte links abbiegen” – until my latte macchiato started coming out of my ears. I alighted at my stop and finally escaped the bus, heading straight for the store where I wanted to buy – a mobile phone. I was taking a bus from my favourite coffee shop, Balzac, to a nearby stop. In those seven or eight minutes, the most unspectacular thing happened to me: a young man, not much older than a boy, had switched on his mobile phone’s navigation system. Every few seconds, the “handy” (god I hate the word) blared out, in a robotic female voice, directions that obviously matched some GPS signal. Like all youths, he didn’t care molesting my ears or those of any other passengers. He thought it cool. The bus drove, and we were entertained with “In hundred meters bitte links abbiegen” – until my latte macchiato started coming out of my ears. I alighted at my stop and finally escaped the bus, heading straight for the store where I wanted to buy – a mobile phone. |
| Goodbye BIOS |
| Written by Mark Jameson |
| Thursday, 12 March 2009 02:09 |
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I like computers. I hate computers. They make life easier, they make life complicated. But today – after eight hours of troubleshooting – I decided enough is enough. My desktop PC has to go. Hello Ebay. Goodbye BIOS. BIOS stands for Basic Input Output System. (bios means life – old Greek word – found in biology, biography etc.). It’s goodbye BIOS because this is where it started. Wait. Let me start at the beginning. I’m reviving my old desktop. Have a new one but want to use the old one as well. Just so much to do, need two. So here I am doing some PC admin stasks. Cleaning up the harddrive and stuff. When suddenly boom bash, everything’s gone. Thank god there’s always life – I mean BIOS (god is dead; long live technology). But the BIOS won’t let me reinstall the OS. Hey, don’t complain about the techspeak ok! Where was I. Oh here. OS. So BIOS won’t recognise USB. No, hdd is trashed. As is CDROM drive. Go ahead and flash your BIOS. Only it still won’t recognise USB. To cut a long story short: I will part with my beloved old PC. Have to move on. Such is BIOS – I mean such is life. I like computers. I hate computers. They make life easier, they make life complicated. But today – after eight hours of troubleshooting – I decided enough is enough. My desktop PC has to go. Hello Ebay. Goodbye BIOS. BIOS stands for Basic Input Output System. (bios means life – old Greek word – found in biology, biography etc.). It’s goodbye BIOS because this is where it started. Wait. Let me start at the beginning. I’m reviving my old desktop. Have a new one but want to use the old one as well. Just so much to do, need two. So here I am doing some PC admin stasks. Cleaning up the harddrive and stuff. When suddenly boom bash, everything’s gone. Thank god there’s always life – I mean BIOS (god is dead; long live technology). But the BIOS won’t let me reinstall the OS. Hey, don’t complain about the techspeak ok! Where was I. Oh here. OS. So BIOS won’t recognise USB. No, hdd is trashed. As is CDROM drive. Go ahead and flash your BIOS. Only it still won’t recognise USB. To cut a long story short: I will part with my beloved old PC. Have to move on. Such is BIOS – I mean such is life. |
| 5 degrees and counting |
| Written by Mark Jameson |
| Wednesday, 25 February 2009 15:56 |
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“If it rains, you get wet.” This quote is from “Heat”, a Michael Mann picture from the nineties. It’s one of my favourites. Especially since I forgot my umbrella today. And there are other quotes that come to mind in this weather: “Hamburg has two type of weather: bad weather, and rainy weather!” I am all wet and miserable as I think hard about who may have said that. |
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