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Each year, the photographers of Worth share their “12 Hours of Christmas”. Each of them chooses one of the Christmas days and posts an assembly of pictures: One for each hour, 12 hours altogether.

This year, we had my little meerkitten brother over from Stockholm for the holidays. So that made, together with my husband and me, three Worthians! Of course, we had to do the challenge.

Here is the thumbnail. To view all pictures, click “more”:

12 Pictures of Christmas

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“Mrs Spears will be ready in two minutes.” I re-checked my catalogue of questions. I knew I’d have exactly seven minutes to conduct the interview.

“You have exactly seven minutes,” a suave, monotonic voice echoed my thoughts. “You are to ask questions about the movie only. No questions about maidenhood, plastic surgery or Mr. Timberlake. If any of those topics are broached, the interview will be ended immediately.”

I was ushered into the room, brushing my predecessor’s shoulders as he left. The concept of an assembly line came to my mind.

The room was lit by spotlights, the camera was already buzzing.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” I said. The perfectly rouged and illuminated girl switched on her smile, but said nothing. No time for niceties. I pushed the lights, the camera, the cinematographer, sound assistants, bodyguards and personal gofers from my mind.

“Miss Spears, your debut on the silver screen tells the charming story about an innocent young girl breaking away to seek adventure on the road. How much of the young Britney went into the role of Lucy Wagner?”

Yeah, charming story, sure. Her flick is incredibly boring crap, I thought while pretending to listen to the girl’s well-rehearsed and recited answer. (more…)

Whew, time is flying.

I am having a performance tomorrow, a poetic evening titled “secrets”. I will tell stories and recite poems. Nothing big, just a cozy little thing to embrace the long autumn evenings. I’m curious to see how many people will show up. Really looking forward to it.

I’d put the poems in here, but they’re in German, there’s no point. Even if you try, there is no way achieving the beauty of a poem when it’s translated. Here is one in a rather decent translation:

Autumn

by R. M. Rilke

The leaves are falling as if from afar,
as if from distant gardens withering in heaven;
with gestures saying nay they fall.
And in the nights, lost out of all,
the heavy earth falls down – a lonely star.
We all are falling. Nor this hand there stands.
And see all others: bound to this calling.
And still, there’s Someone holding all this falling
with tenderness unending in his hands.

(transl. by A.W. Tüting)

It’s well done, but still … the original poem is so much more intense, so much deeper … anyway.

Wish me luck tomorrow evening.