linzblog: October 2005

(b)rush hour - (schmäh)

::hospitality club in our WG::

city of god

this gangsta stories are somehow really exciting! reminded me of the movie "city of god" when I read this on orf.at this morning:

In Rio de Janeiro ist gestern einer der schillerndsten Drogenbosse der Stadt von der Polizei bei einem Schusswechsel getötet worden. Erismar Rodrigues Moreira galt als meistgesuchter Mann in der brasilianischen Metropole - eine Hochburg des organisierten Verbrechens. Der Gangsterchef hatte den Drogenhandel im Stadtviertel Rocinha, dem größten Elendsviertel Lateinamerikas, seit April 2004 kontrolliert. Moreira, im Milieu als Bem-Te-Vi bekannt, war für seine vergoldeten Waffen bekannt, die er stets bei sich trug....Neben seiner Leiche fanden die Polizisten eine vergoldete Pistole der österreichischen Marke Glock...

.. golden guns and drugs and rio de janeiro. wow!

Fight and you'll never survive..... Run and you'll never escape.

here's the real stuff:

http://www.policiacivil.rj.gov.br/procurados/procurados.htm -- check out Moreira a.k.a Bem-te-vi

http://www.taz.de/pt/2005/10/05/a0100.nf/text

http://www.goal.com/NewsDetail.aspx?idNews=79740&idSez=147 -- the goalie.. ts ts ts

http://www.zeit.de/2004/19/Brasilien -- dudu against lulu

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Originally uploaded by martina melitta.

guess who's coming to Linz next weekend?

good night

sometimes you shouldn't surf, with nearly closed tired eyes and this light sleepy feeling in your bones to vienna.metblogs.com...

sometimes going straight to bed is better that seeing a little bit of ass..link
(S.E., 2005) that's kind of a good statement! will register that!

wir sind die spione der liebe

immer wieder auf und nieder,.............!!! jaja, di e andi sortiert ihre uni sachen und ich halte meine augen offen um noch was zu bloggen... ist wohl nicht sehr gscheid weil irgendwie haben sich ein achtl und ein bier zu einem alkohol super gau kumuliert.. bei mir.. in meinem hirn.. deppad.. ai aia ia.... naja und deswegen geht's jetzt bei uns daheim immer: immer wieder auf und bieder.. nieder ned bieder-
und überhaupt stellt die andi grad in ihrer unterflatzen den wecker auf 7 das is nix gut.. naja also 7 mein ich. die bekliedung is egal.. naja . also waren im chelsea und haben uns cafe amigo angekuckt.. bin jetzt ein fan!!! so genial! WIR SIND DIE SPIONE DER LIEBE! je m'apelle kuri je m'apell bernhard.. une baguette avec toi. wow.. und dann der kellner vom chelsea...bist du deppad... ja wir fahren moregen mit der u-bahn. buenas noches#

animalistico

andi and me were having a conference chat from one room to the other when she showed me a quote from bild.de, her source of information for rainy days and nights at home.

„Ronaldo war eine Sex-Maschine. Er hatte immer Lust und war so leidenschaftlich wie sieben Gorillas zusammen.“

Ronaldy a sex machine.. ok, that was clear as klosbrühe. But as passionate as 7 gorillas... are gorillas passionate? I mean we have the stallion for the powerful rough guy like this one... then the bear for the sweet and sensitive man in his mid 30ies..., the dackel for sad looking shy guys and the mouse-thing from ice age for those, whose right eye is shivering when they are very close and on the top of the mountain, firing the rocket or entering the tunnel as a train, with a girl.

But gorillas... hm.. need to think about that..

But animals and soccer isn't just ronaldo having gorilla sex it's also all about Lucy.. Let's take a minute off and think of her in silence...

Lucy grausam ermordet
Sie war das Symbol für Oberhausens Erfolgsmärchen mit dem Beinahe-Bundesliga-Aufstieg: Mit einem rot-weißen-Fanschal um den langen Hals schnatterte die süße Gans Lucy (3 Jahre) RWO im Januar 2004 bis an die Tabellenspitze der 2. Liga. Doch nun ist Lucy tot!
Sie wurde grausam ermordet. Lucys Besitzer Anders Langer fand sie am Donnerstagmorgen plötzlich ohne Kopf.
Der oder die Täter hatten dem Tier den Hals direkt am Rumpf abgetrennt. Die Ermittlungen laufen.

..and the ice will BURN!

hola amigos! I finally found a sport which fits my personal interest and which I can dedicate my life to. EISHOCKEY! such good fun to sit and watch the fast game, 10 meters in front of you, but luckily downstairs, the fans of the opponent team (Villach VSV - du kanst nach hause gehn, du kannst nach hause gehn!). So there were about 100 of them. From time to time they all turned around to the moderate Vienna Capitals seats (incl. me) and screamed: "Why look viennese people so shit?! Because they are viennese...." hm.. that weren't the most "down to earth" emotions facing me and my indian friend salim that evening... it began with "assh....", further on to "schwaoze sau" (just a very basic reaction to wrong referee decisions...), hirn g'sch....ener (can be used for referee or the guy next to you... ).
so after the first 2 quaters the "Caps" had scored 2 goals, the Villacher none.. Time for more emotions and we got them!! Fights on the ice - 5 guys, one above the other... taking off the gloves and helmets and just bash the hockey stick onto somebody else.. puh.. and all the fans going nuts and throwing full beer cups on the ice rank.. outta control!! the capitals' fans were really heating up the whole evening with the "drum family". mum, dad and son - all dressed in capital merchandising with huge drums and 2 sticks each of them. Mum always a slim extra long Eve ciggie in her mouth wile screaming and beating a viking style rythm! imagine them practicing!

next game in november which I wanna see - black wings/ capitals: anyone interested?

mixing a hirschkuh with a wolf

hier mal ne ganz interessante, evolutionär betrachtet, höchst erstaunliche Geschichte aus der Mongolei..

...Doch Börte ist mehr als nur ein Frauenname! Für die Mongolen beginnt die Geschichtsschreibung mit Dschingis Khan im 11. Jahrhundert, die Legende um Börte ist jedoch weit älter... Börte hieß auch der vom Himmel erzeugte, vom Schicksal auserkorene, graue Wolf, der gemeinsam mit seiner Gattin - einer weißen Hirschkuh - als Urvater das stolze Volk der Mongolen begründete. Aus diesen beiden Tieren entwickelte sich dereinst ein siegreicher Stamm, der sich noch heute mit seinen Symboltieren identifiziert.

So did the wolf hook up with the hirschkuh somewhere in the inner mongolei?? wow, see sometimes life still hast some surprises!

for mongolian freaks se most informative HP and for those who want to listen to a .mp3 of the Band named Boerte - tatataaa...

simone had a dream in her room...

i'm easy like sunday morning!.. ok sunday morning was actually not THAT easy, because giorgio flexi boy had a party yesterday in favoriten. In the middle of the party crowd was vali, posing on the couch, while fritz was crawling his tummy... hm, but that was fritz at around 0:00... after 0:00 that sheep-like boy with the cheeky cap turned into DEMOLITION MAN... but ladies don't get scared! there's no need to run outside the bar, covering the babies eyes and desperately trying not to be the one his interest is attracted by... noooooo.. he ist the klot�rschreck a.k.a. loo-door-crusher! after the release in giorgios old school toilet , the door was bursting out of the door frame and DEMOLITION MAN step back to the party room again! raaawww!! quite cool, no? he soon turned back into the silent shy sheep mode again, after the hosts found out that there was also a hole in the wooden frame where once was the lock.. hm.. BUT the pics above are from today. from kritzendorf in N�.. with over-wanderer chief giorgio himself! he's got the wanderingneedle --- ya ya i told you! so that's vetsch, him and me in the vine yards and enjoying the sun at the jagahittn!

where is the water?

simone and i just came home from good old linz.. and noooow...there is a burst pipe in our house!! Excitement all around, neighbours freak out and a half-dead dog in the staicase. Means, that we can't shower at least until Monday! No cooking, no washing-up, nada, niente, pffff... we would appreciate any shower-invitations!

Nasenbären ausgerissen

heute auf ORF.at :

Maschendrahtzaun durchgebissen:
Der Ärger hatte mit der Überstellung von zwei Nasenbären aus Salzburg begonnen. Die Tiere, die in ihrem vorigen Zoo bereits mehrmals ausgebrochen waren, haben auch im Linzer Tiergarten sofort das Kommando über das kleine Rudel übernommen. ...
... um Hinweise wird höflichst gebeten.

my sunday (especially blogged for fischi who wants to get the news in london!!) sara in weibstubn, the russian soldier memorial at schwarzenbergplatz (sooooo huge!), belvedere backwards, me shocked and andi, cool old man, sarita y yo, 3 amigos, 2 amigos, tobsi...

herr helwig

herr helwig war tatsächlich auch mal kurz fast in der küche...

die rose aus dem gemeindebau

flower power at it's best! giorigo at the weinstuben sittl in ottakring, after telling us the "katzl peter" story. we celebrated ramadan at "Kent" after a whole day full physical deprivations like food, drinks, ciggies, men and bad thoughts... if you ask yourself "who the hell is ramadan?" more info here and tomorrow!

flexi-boy und matzi

die letzten gäste verlassen das schlachtfeld!!!

I proudly present my buddy-kid!!!

This is Gabi from Sweden and I am one of her buddies... I'm more the social buddy, nd is the administrative buddy and vetsch the additional buddy for general questions... but she may also need a sports buddy, culinary buddy, culture buddy and so on.... please send your applications!!!

i found Isla on this satellite thing

yummiiieeehh is relative

imagine: you are very hungry, you buy a very very good crêpe at Strandbar Hermann. It smells good, it tastes good and everything... until... someone else comes back with THIS incredible bruschetta....

so geschehen letzten Sonntag...

Hans Leberwurst

Saturday afternoon was great.. Neubaugassenflohmarkt, the sun was shining, we (schorsch, vetsch and me) clarified the mystery of "otschankern" and everything was alright..until we decided to go to the tivoli center in Favoriten and watch the Thunderballs (AC/DC -cover band). It was even worse than expected but I laughed and rocked my ass off. We were on the highway to hell... 40-year-old Prolos dancing around, clapping, screaming, wearing AC/DC-shirts, pah... we had about 50° in there and a naked guitar player. It will take a long time until I can handle this evening. But at least I finally was at "Böhmischer Prater" where once Hans Leberwurst became the one and only Austrian Giant (but what else can you become when you have this name???)

let's beisl

it is sunday again and I am reconsidering what I did the last days... friday was "the day of beisln" and we started at Ecke Tigergasse/Josefstädterstraße and ended at Ecke Lerchenfelderstraße/Strozzigasse...well.. I ended there. Our tour in detail:

#1: Café Tiger: first drink - a g'spritzter. and I am feeling sick.
#2: BrauchBar: full of kids drinking cheap longdrinks and I convinced our group to have "an Klaren". Thought my stomach would feel better afterwards but...
#3: a Wirtshaus: (can't remember the name): surrounded by awful fat-smell a minute's silence was necessary in commemoration of Frau Christine (former Wirtin of Kleine Wienerin which doesn't exist anymore...)
#4: Cafe Schmafu: very weird place to go. Had a square-egg-pusher chat and saw a dead hand with long fingernails..aaaahhh... scary... and I couldn't NOT look at it. That was the last spritzer I drank...
#5: Tramezzini: boring café. tobi joined us.
#6: Café Okabi? Okubi? can't remember?: nobody wanted to try the Büffelgrasvodka so we chose Stoli-Shots instead.
#7: Shebeen: teribble as usual. had a glass of water and left the arena.