Thursday, July 19, 2007

Getting anal (ogy)

Have you heard the expression " Groceries shopping is the foreplay of the cooking". So someone asked me: What does that make the eating?

In my rhythm of life, I do groceries once a week but I cook every day. So this means that one foreplay can turn me on for all the week. Actually I do have some problems with that. In order to keep my cooking ON all the week, I do use other stuff as well, like research recipes on internet or read cooking books or watch Food TV. Plus, to cook I do not buy everything on one groceries trip. I do have already at home some of the ingredients and spices required from the recipe and I don't need to buy them EVERY time! All these things between the foreplay and the cooking, give texture, taste, color and smell to the last result of cooking.
On the other side, there are people that are called professional cooks and they have other people that do groceries for them and other people that eat what they cook. All they do is cooking without foreplay and they do not eat it.
If the analogy above is true, then people that foreplay must be good sales people and people that use the foreplay must be really good cooks!
So to go back to the question, what does this makes eating? To recap: we need foreplay=groceries, we use some "home" ingredients=spices, we have some recipes to follow=TV and DVDs, we cook=yeah! and then ....we eat it=?!
I guess in the example of the professionals, eating is "tell your buddies" about it , yeah! Make those money worth it so they can be jealous of you. But what do you call the people that read the menu of the restaurant from outside and then decide to get in or not although there was a professional that cooked? I guess they can be 1- priests or 2- been 20 years to prison and forgot how the food tastes or 3-they are working hard on becoming cooks on their own.
In the example of non professionals, eating should be 1-"Got to go" or 2- "I'm really thirsty" or 3- smoking or 4- go to sleep or.... YES! I think that's it:
If groceries shopping is the foreplay of cooking, eating is the foreplay of sleeping!

Friday, July 6, 2007

Talking to people

So, there is about a year that I meet this guy in meetings at work. I know he is German and he has a very German personality as well, which means, he takes things seriously, hard to make him laugh, when talks about work he puts too much heart into it. Anyway, today I found out he is from East Germany, or as he said with a smile, "I'm a communist". I had never meet a communist German before in my life!! I thought so, but looks like I knew one for a year! I mean, I have seen them on TV hitting down that big wall but never actually digested the thought that communists can be even German! Was funny as he mentioned that he did some kind of martial arts on his army training, reminding me that I did take some military training at school as well, just not martial arts, was more of target shooting with old guns. He thought I was Greek so I had to explain to him I am a communist as well, and maybe more than him. Not sure if he took that as a challenge as his smile somehow fainted and he became a thinker, don't know what he was thinking tho'. Yep, this is another thing hard to understand from a German!
And, since German touched my brain and since I like to pretend that I know a little German and since the best way for me to learn a language is from a song (sorry for all the chain created with "and" here), I decided to go and find the lyrics of the only German song I know and like, 99 Luftballons. Actually, I know also another song that Benny Hill sings "Ich habe ein schone rose..." but that doesn't count....and then there are a couple of songs from Falco like "Rock me Amadeus" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya_k3j1kxXg or "Jeanny" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBW2ZO8Vrac, although, on a second thought, I think he is Austrian.
Here the lyrics of the song in German and English. Enjoy it!



99 Luftballons
NENA
Text: Carlo Karges
Musik: J. U. Fahrenkrog-Petersen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zN3itLN57R4





Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Düsenjäger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister -
Streichholz und Benzinkanister -
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen

Have you some time for me,
then I'll sing a song for you
about 99 balloons
on their way to the horizon.
If you're perhaps thinking about me right now
then I'll sing a song for you
about 99 balloons
and that such a thing comes from such a thing.

99 balloons
on their way to the horizon
People think they're UFO's from space
so a general sent up
a fighter squadron after them
Sound the alarm if it's so
but there on the horizon were
only 99 balloons.


99 fighter jets
Each one's a great warrior
Thought they were Captain Kirk
then came a lot of fireworks
the neighbors didn't understand anything
and felt like they were being provoked
so they shot at the horizon
at 99 balloons.

99 war ministers
matches and gasoline canisters
They thought they were clever people
already smelled a nice bounty
Called for war and wanted power.
Man, who would've thought
that things would someday go so far
because of 99 balloons.

99 years of war
left no room for victors.
There are no more war ministers
nor any jet fighters.
Today I'm making my rounds
see the world lying in ruins.
I found a balloon,
think of you and let it fly (away).