Spring, spring, spring

Watched Sherlock Holmes. I didn't expect any similarities to the original Sherlock, so I wasn't disappointed. It's a neat film. I enjoyed it.
A lot was changed in comparision with the original books. I'm not a die-hard detective novel fan, so I don't mind. It makes me wonder why, though. There isn't much left of what Sherlock was in the 19th century. You still have the deductive intellect and the affinity to the night. But, also, now you have sex and action.
My theories are that either people don't like a perfect hero anymore, because they cannot relate to them. Sherlock is pretty much perfect, when it comes to the standards of the time in which he was written. Dr. Watson's role was also spiced up. There's no top-down hierarchy anymore. Instead, you have a flat hierarchy. What does that tell us? The western world still has mostly top-down hierarchies, and I don't think most people want to change it (do I hear yells of "anarchy!"?).
Maybe a pure detective movie wouldn't work anymore. Not enough action. Nothing to get women into the theatres.
Who knows?

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Now there's a video game on guerilla gardening. You can see pretty neat stuff on this video. Screaming flowers. And there will be puppies.

I swear, Subterranean Press publishes the prettiest books (probably also the most expensive ones). Now there's a limited edition of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere. Awesome book. Pretty, pretty edition.
(But why does the market practically force consumers to have a credit card to acquire all the neat things?)

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Some tiny illustrations I did for work:





There's a colored version of the latter somewhere...

Your soul is a river

Lots of things are changing. It's amazing. It is also kinda weird to feel everything evolving so quickly, especially when you notice it's not just outside. The galaxy inside you moves at a much faster pace than the one outside, and you just stand there, baffled by the realization of your capabilities. I can only repeat, life is awesome.

I've been reading loads of books, since I'm not longer bound by the reading list of my thesis or my exams. So I'm using the time I have left to make book loans from the uni library. Can't read all I want because there's not enough time (umm, two weeks until I return to Salzburg for maybe the last time). But I'm certainly reading quickly, and working through 7 books in 2-3 weeks.

Most of them get internalized into my mental bookshelf of ideas and thoughts. One that I enjoyed exceptionally much was Patrick Rothfuss' Name of the Wind, a fantasy trilogy (I think). The first part of the series. It's probably a bit cliché. A brooding, strong protagonist, his helper, magic, love. All the good stuff. It also reminds me a bit of the Dark Elf trilogy. But it's very enjoyable. And Rothfuss loves Whedon. We're all family here.

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Diesen Sommer konnte ich auch einmal den Baumwipfelweg besteigen, eine Holzkonstruktion 30m über dem Waldboden. Ziemlich cooles Teil.




Und diese Woche war ich subversiv unterwegs. Gestern auf dem Weg zum Hermes-Paketshop (coincidentally, auch der Weg zum Kendo-Training) habe ich dieses eine LoveGuerilla Plakat aufgehängt. An der Straßenbahnhaltestelle, direkt auf der Werbetafel. Hab mich dabei ganz evil gefühlt ;)



Heute kam ich dabei dann zuuufällig vorbei, als ich komplett unbeabsichtigerweise wieder den Weg zum Kendo-Training einschlug. Meine Erwartung war, dass jemand das Plakat entfernt hätte. Unautorisierte Plakate auf Plakatwände kleben und so. Doch nein, es war noch da. Und zwei der Streifen fehlten bereits. Was braucht es mehr, um etwas Wärme im Herzen aufkommen zu lassen?
In den nächsten Tagen verunstalte ich dann die Kulturhauptstadt mit ein paar mehr Plakaten. Spread the love.