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Dr. Filth and the light

So it would not have to end, said anyone who had been taken as the madman in the Closed. No one, however, assumed that Filth seemed to have itself accepted in the last days of his mature existence: the nature of light near, and to be God himself. A 44 years God, by excessive consumption of hashish grown gray hair night, armed with the insignia of the intellectuals: horn-rimmed glasses and pipe. Alfred Filth early grazing on the lush pastures of his profession, psychology, out-it was his sagacity. Before the State of the frenzied father assumed he had created a bizarre pyramid theory that no one had found interesting or instructive to write a book about elves, which nobody read, and a shop keeper on the subject of near death. Piqued, he had, as he said firmly, turned to the theme of all themes: the nature of light. Who could have guessed that he and this step the downfall of his bourgeois existence initiated, come to the funny farm, and the damage would still have the mockery? Here, Filth weighed in home ownership! Advised in his career wrecks families, which remained better in the Hades of the non-existence would be creamed off and by his advice poured out drop to the red-hot stones, family madness! But not to his profession, which he dominated for greyhound fashion, and probably needs a little contempt, it's here, it's about love light, its nature and its victims. The first victim was not he but the three decades of friendship with Franz, the web designer. And so it was spent. I stood with Franz, chattering and bechernd, one of the Tables of the FAD, a Kufsteiner scene restaurant, which has now made the hatches. As it now in detail happened, I do not know, Franz told me one day in any case of a misunderstanding between him and Alfred Filth.
"So once again," I said.
"No. This time it's something substantial. "
" So marriage is a real crash. "
Yes. And more. He actually speaks from the right to exist. "
" Oho. Your social, artistic, or intellectual? "
" All three. Enjoy her. Alfred researching lately, so the nature of light. "
" Oha. "
Yes. And a few weeks ago he put me he would explain on the way to this fact. "
" Ah-so as the secret of the pyramids uncovered, then? Or the actual existence of fairies? "
Yes. I also say: Stick to your last, and this can be anything. But his basic idea was fascinating, and the next day I came here in the FAD randomly into a physics student from Heidelberg interview. I told it of Alfred's bold idea, and thought his doctoral supervisor at Heidelberg, had just had the same idea even before three years, "
" Well, then.! The last day in the history of physics has finally dawned " I said solemnly, and raised my glass.
"Yes, yes. Enjoy her. What I could not know. The student has told them his doctor father, and Alfred has sent a few days in armor mail, because of plagiarism and so on. And now write me a text message to the idiot, I would have blurted out his fantastic idea for the nature of light, to a student in Heidelberg. Prompt would have turned in there term physicist, and claimed the idea for themselves. "
" That's nonsense. "
" Alfred says no. He had had the idea earlier. The student had stolen her father and the doctor put his now than back. And the blame for the mess I was wearing. The two fools might have to look put together and what is it about their ideas do not. Instead pflaumt this Heidelberger Alfred and Alfred me. "
" What is his idea or do you among lie now a silent bid? "
" Are you crazy? I let me not his mouth ban by the fool. I have the most eh . forget I do not even remember what I told the students have the core idea is the. because light travels at light speed goes, no time light is timeless, so there was only one photon "
" One "
'.... Yes. "
" A single photon silly? "
" Yes. "Franz looked unhappy.
"Well, God bless, Mrs. compote."
»Alfred talk about his theory of light the way, like God. And God sulking since I did the faux pas no one is. "
Aha. God. So what must he be when he realized the true nature of light. For that he would continue with its 44 as Einstein 70th Shall I quote him, "
" When it absolutely has to be "
" Logically, "said Einstein:. For 50 years now I ponder about what is a photon, and it still does not know. Today, everyone believes Lump, he knew - but he does not know "
Franz laughed..
"He said that? Incidentally. Do not you think that I something similar to see him? "
" You? Einstein? Yes, in some way. The fleshy nose fits the Zauselfrisur ... Einstein was snoring by the way. "
" I, too, "laughed French
" I know. "
" Where? Wurscht "
." And he suffered from terrible sweaty feet. "
" I do not. "
" Are you sure? "
" Yes. "
" On Toothbrush Einstein renounced as well. "
" What a pig. Oh - when we speak of genius. Here he comes, the only person on earth who has recognized the nature of light. To "
Alfred stabbed us noticing, but ignoring, directly on the bar. There ordered He is something, gesturing with his pipe, while the horn-rimmed glasses pushed frantically deal. He spoke very closely with the Hans Kellner, although I was sure that nothing of light understood nor wanted to know. Somewhat later came
Filth's wife, Susie, and they turned to us.
I'm coming as a mediator, Franz Alfred wants you to make him a website. Nothing great. Really just a logo. A frame. This nonsense stop. "
" Certainly. But, cash only. And Jehovah would have to descend from his throne, and talk to myself. "
" Ha, now I know what to me has always berebere Alfred. At a Jehovah's Witness, "I said.
Yes, "countered Frank, quick-witted." Only he is Jehovah and the witness in a "
We laughed.
Susi, who was not funny, went to Alfred, and then fell out after weeks of school friends were mutual non-compliance at a table.
"So, Frank, I have the" so presented, the Filth began without hesitation. One felt he wanted to remain objective.
Alfred laid the blade of a computer printout on the table.
"What's that?" Asked Franz
The opening of my treatise on the nature of light. "
" And why are the other lines all blackened? "
" Well, so that no unauthorized persons will read them, Franz, " said Alfred, laughing bleating.
His wife Susie smiled.
"And what should I do?" Asked Franz
Alfred told him.
"" 50 €, said Franz - he was factual.
Alfred took his gazelle leather wallet in the back pocket of his Levis, pulled a fifty, where you saw that he was pulled fresh out, and handed it to the French let him disappear into the inside pocket of his jacket.
"So where do you want the logo? How should it look like in about? "
" I send you the page to your computer. "
" With the blackened lines? "
" Yes, of course, Frank, what do you think? If you there is reading, you betray me so everything again. "bleated Alfred and his wife threw a conspiratorial glance.
"How come you can fuck these lines will not go away at all?" Asked Franz irritated.
"Well, you shall see thee, where the text is, Franz," Alfred said from above. He bleated again.
"There is a simple framework would have sufficed. This text is blackened ridiculous. And why should I not read it? "
" I know that you'd like, what? Yes, "
." Because you do not write the Bible again. It is a text. It is not ... but fuck it, Alfred! So you always were! At school already! Yes, Susie, listen quietly! You always had some Kabbalistic run shit, and if I asked you what it is, you're just as crappy, arrogant bitching as now. Lie and you do too, "Filth
Alfred and his wife Susie looked dismayed. Franz continued:
Yes. Lies. When your parents lecture you said last, when they find knives at their school children, must not collapse world, you had always taken a knife with you as a student. You've never had this knife, let a pulled when it was risky. Spit you, Alfred! Spat, "
" Yes, yes, but this is now could not care less. So I would like the logo there. It is intended to represent a stylized photon. "
" A stylized Photon. Hans, yet, "said eighth, French
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"And what you have done your stylized photon like?" Asked Franz
Alfred pulled out his golden pen, and brought his idea with a few awkward strokes on paper, as I exchanged a few words with Susie.
But soon we were back at the two brawlers.
"No, no, no. It is totally unnecessary, "said Alfred," would you read the text, the urge to return through to Heidelberg. Besides, you would not understand him anyway. "
" Shit, my graphics will just be better if I know what's about, "bellowed Franz His nerves were bare.
"Well," for light, "said Alfred, laughing bleating in the direction of his wife. Since he already had
Franz poured the wine into his face. The scandal
friends, the final impiety had happened.
Alfred's head snapped back and in my mind's eye I saw the doctor and the web designers are rolling already on the ground - so to speak in a friendly embrace. But Alfred controlled himself. Brushing his glasses, he limited himself to making his displeasure in words air.
"Well, something primitive! Such a thing happened to me before. Does so only an alcoholic. Does so only an alcoholic! You are at the end, Franz! Sacked, an artistic dead body! And a human wreck one too! And the 50 € you can forget "
" Ha, ha -. Which you have already given me, "said a delighted French
" What? Damn. Come on, Susie, we are going. And the primitive, there was the longest time, my friend. "
" Yes, go, go, go! "Cried Franz after the two got and now his eighth of Hans. He had observed the scene, amused and asked: "Should I still get the same one"
"No. I drink, "said Franz, and added quietly:". But such a pace that you are allowed to bring me but now a new "
He threw it down. That was the incident in the FAD. Some months later Filth, filth talking to the input mentioned in the phone, terrified and insulted his imbecile, illiterate clients, and the whole thing became known. An illiterate mother filed suit against the doctor because of an insult (I think he called her on the phone a violent, illiterate Sau). Before the court began to speak of Filth rosy lights. And the only saving Photon. The judge called him to order, but Filth was unstoppable. Roh prevented from further talking Filth tried to use his lighter to set a curtain on fire, threw his pipe brought to the called police, was on the job brought raced there on and on, insulted the officers, sang, whistled, and last but not least was known to no other advice than to put him in the Closed. There he sits today, draws, makes poetry (mainly the nature of light) and is visited occasionally by his divorced wife, with whom I am the way, soon thereafter had an affair. The went with me in the trap, the wide variety of lights. Sexually I mean. And I made her laugh. By example, I once imitated child's voice and said, "For fifty years now I ponder about what is a photon, and it still does not know. Today, everyone believes Lump, he knew - but he does not know "
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Fitlauf 75 '

the mid-70's flowed through Austria, the first state-prescribed fitness craze. TV and radio sounded, the newspapers wrote about the importance of sport and exercise. Even on the small, walled town of my childhood, Gmünd in the Lieser, clicked this wave. So it was that mother to us three brothers, Fred 12, Eddy 6 and 8 am, one Sunday out of the bed disturbed by the directive, would start today in the town of Fitlauf. And we would participate.
"Who we are?" Asked Fred sleepy.
"You and Karli. Eddy is probably too small. So pure in your workout clothes. "
" I'm "Not too small, Eddy protested, as we headed for the Lisa-closed bridge in the city. be
"We'll see," said Mother. "Why is there a flag?" Said Eddy, as we were passing on Statdschloss. "Today is" National Day, said mother and sucked on her cigarette.
"Where's Papa?" Asked Fred. "At the brunch," said mother. Stepfather was then, unfortunately, so you just have to call, though industrious, a chain-smoking alcoholic. He had no mother but getting them to that they also depended on the bottle, but he had moved them to smoke. In her youth, her passion was skiing and Toni Sailer was their hero. Now they moved only in the context of its unsatisfactory housewife existence. Our brothers but they held on to the sport. A crowd of people, some with starting numbers was slung together at the top gate. Tea was served, a man with a megaphone was addressed. The crowd, there were also children and elderly among them, seemed excited. Immediately jumped on that excitement for me. I braced internally. So far as I knew it would run a race and I had to give everything. "There are numbers from the start, we are" late, "said Mother. She paid the entry fee. I want also, "whined Eddy. "The boy also" asked the man doubtfully, while us when creating the Numbers was helpful. Mother shook her head. "But a starting number. I will, "a starting point, insisted Eddy. He got one. Meanwhile we had gone to the start. "Hurry up, like we go," said mother. I pushed my way between people, when I realized that I do not even know where the trip went! I wanted to go back. But the crowd was too dense. "I do not know where we go," I cried seized by panic. An older man said with a smile: "Just follow your nose. No, just walk to the people. Half way there is a folder. The stamp your card. "I'm not a card," I cried in horror. Somehow, Fred come near me. "No card? Shit for you. Your starting number was sitting wrong way. "I returned, the moment a shot tore the air. The crowd began to run with ... and I ran! I was shoved and pushed. "Hey, little place." "Look, that I do not crush, Runt." Aside. "I ran with the pack through the gate tower in the city, and the Malta bridge. I was shocked and electrified at the same time. This was not a simple operation. It was a struggle for survival. I had to pass him at all costs. The runners jostling me stirred up. Where would I show it! I would show it to everyone. I would deliver a bravura performance, as in the elementary school that I went through as a leader.
But this was more concrete. Troublesome. Horrible. I was half in a state of frenzy. I had boys, covered from head to toe, the agonistic instinct. The fermentation of the start and the wild charge ahead of the pack had turned me into a small fighting machine. Immediately after the bridge, the Malta-trampling moved to right field, lower in the suburbs. From there we went on the road and, at the New home over, the path along the banks of Malta, who wanted to take in the next few minutes, no end, and on which the box was longer and longer. My lungs began to sting, my temples pounding. Fred I do not see. He was way ahead of me. I passed by a serenade. The man behind it had seemed important.
"Hey, kid. You have to stamp, "he shouted after me now. ! »Otherwise your path is invalid"
I turned and said out of breath and stammered: "I ... h. .. h. .. have a map ..."
"Really? Well we have now, "he said, particularly the stamp pressed deep into the ink pad, took my head and pressed me the sign on the forehead. »Sun And running now. "So I did. The endless path along the banks came to an end, once again had to cross the road and then we went up the densely wooded castle Bichl, Gmündner the Way of the Cross River. First I passed the chapel. The Savior was there laid in the grave. He had behind him. Unlike me. My lungs were burning, my heart was racing. And no goal, no redemption in sight. To make matters worse, I had just past the Crucified One, I found myself still alone. "Well, little man is, you run out of steam? Take heart, there is no more "far-rang, a voice. I was shocked deeply. The Lord spoke to me! No, it was a gentleman of me, thanks to better power division, with springy steps obsolete. And as I pulled away! Panting and sweating, I passed a grievance station after another. I rolled on the crucifixion as it were from behind. While the Saviour was always healthier here He hung on the cross yet, there he carried the cross, where he carried it no longer, but this pretty crown of thorns, I felt progressively worse. Inexperience in Fitläufen I get carried away and I had started too fast. But it happened also a psychological factor. I found myself alone. Nowhere could have been competitors in sight, where I rub myself. No one saw my performance. Why struggle away at all? The man with the crown of thorns and his tormentors were not likely to motivate me. I needed a vivid clue. Something, so I knew ... and the Lord answered me. I caught a runner ahead. He was of immense wealth and the body can not be overlooked. I felt that he was slower than me. I wanted to approach him to suck me. I increased the pace and the old castle, before the long staircase that leads down to the city, I was on him. Everything about him was glowing in deep red: the fat neck, wrists, ears. The man was at the end. We reached the stairs. I wanted to slip past. The mass man instinctively looked to the side, I saw flashing beads of sweat in a gray mustache, and cut off my path! He would not leave! I was almost stumbled at that. "Hey, hey!" I cried. A grunt was the answer. Now it was time to be smart. I indicated next to a passing maneuver, the man also waved to the left and flight, I was right over. "Hey, little fellow," groaned the man does not seem a dangerous man to have behind me, my boy's legs once a forte. The end of the stage had been reached. Now it was off to the right. Through the dark pit of the upper city gate I saw the shape of a horseshoe, surrounded by people target range. The last meters. The audience seemed to be waiting for me to wonder who would spit out the dim Tor now. Something was moving in me like a flash and I increased my pace again. I sprinted as if the devil behind me. I was out of the gate and by the purpose ... received from an immoderate laughter. The hands on his knees, gasping, looking I have to. The laughter was meant for me. There was no doubt. Red faces, fingers pointed at me, sneering mouths gaping. Where's mother? Where were Fred and Eddy? There they stood. Fred pointed at me and laughed very loudly. Mother grinned - but embarrassed. She made some steps toward me and said, "You lose your pants yes" Then she laughed too!. It was bewitched. "Wait," she says, a finger moistened with saliva. At the same time she took a corner of her blouse. The finger was aimed at my forehead. I recoiled in disgust. "You would not have it but the stamp," she said. The stamp, shot me! I was a marked man. I bore the mark of Cain that accursed Fitlaufes on the forehead! See my baggy clothes and, as I now realized, twisted and unrecognizable starting number. I was the laugh of the day! The thing I would be terribly embarrassing when an outcry went through the crowd. I turned around. The fat had appeared in goal. He did not go, he staggered like a wounded elephant. The goal within reach, he went to his knees and fell down the side. Helping surrounded him. Even my mother, Eddy and Fred ran to the scene. I stayed where I was, but with piercing lungs, but glad that the crowd has moved the focus rested.
Fred came back: "Only a brief unconsciousness, he said, almost disappointed. The award ceremony was the second, Argentina Damper. The trophies were all to others. Fred got certificate and badge. I got certificate and plaque, and even Eddy got a plaque, although he had not run there. I did not understand the world anymore. Mother stayed in the city, to drink coffee with a friend. We got a pack of three per sport rubber as a reward, even Eddy ... and he was not run there! We should quickly go home and bathe us, they said. On the bridge Malta Fred had his aufgefuttert Drops already. "Show time," he said, and grabbed my pack. Before I could protest, he reached into it with the full hand and the sports rubber stuffed in his mouth like hay! Spiteful grin he gave me back the package. It was empty.

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Kids of Seasons Part 7 Tine and Niko

Tine and Niko
close the circle around the sun.

Tine and Niko close the circle around the sun.

The top of the pad is ready.
Our pillow is closed with a zipper across the entire width at the bottom cushion.
A great tutorial - only available in English - (! Changed my help but the pictures) you will find here.
is possible but also a pillow in the back of the cushion.
How this can be found on the web for example here or here.
I would also put in a flap closure in the middle or two "distributed" points of a button or Velcro. Das Kissen ist breit und der Hotelverschluss kann dann doch etwas "aufsperren", was manchen stören könnte.

The top of the cushion is now complete.
Our pillow is closed with a zipper across the buttom of the cushion.
You´ll find a very good tutorial here.
It is possible to close the pillow otherweise.
You can find some tutorials in the web. A closure with buttons for example here .
A lot of ideas for pillows and closures you´ll find here.

Viel Spaß beim Nähen!
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PS: This year it was the BOM. I am a creative break. In my head, so many ideas that I have to put first.
In January 2011, we see us if you like, again.
This was the BOM of the year 2010. I need a creative break. In my head are so many ideas I have to realize. In January 2011, we see us again, if you like.