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Hello.

Okay, what's new

The Karaoke Mic Bike's business card has had a facelift.

Captivating details include:

the use of hole punch stamps to produce a rounded corner with a moon and a star shaped hole, and also a colourful sun shape in the center and a musical note in the lower-right corner.

Produced from Post-it-Notes. The colours are wonderful together ... almost as if someone thought it through for me.

Then there is the little pull-out slip which houses a QR code for PayPal so people may donate if they feel so inclined

I could show you the cards via link...

I am thinking about the online karaoke archive. how to make it happen. how to pitch it and spread the word.

well, anyway.

Things appear to be moving.

That's always a good feeling.

Hard to put my finger on it. There are various strands.

A new collaboration is coming to fruition ... Mister Fisch becomes more conceptual, and thus, how to retain the hearty core

I have places for things ... online and out there.

The erruption of grief the other day. Like healing work.

and the rise of Fascism today.

and July the 14th is international Nakedness Day

Naked Karaoke, hosted by Bleach.

Someone rang the doorbell twice early this morning, then knocked.

Sorry, too early for giving you your Amazon package.

I work this evening. merely 6 hours - a cakewalk.

Little confetti of suns and stars and musical notes in post-it-note colours.

funny.

tactile.

present.

butoh.

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Hello

Today at the flea market

I bought

for 8 euros

a wireless microphone transmitter and receiver

and for another 8 euros

three remote control plug socket switch thingies

and for a fiver

4 little clickety decorative hole punchers

with the shapes of a sun, a water drop, a star/moon combo

and a line of musical notes.

The latter stamp, i will use to adorn my Karaoke Mic Bike post-it-note based business cards.

And finally, for one euro, a nice old Abus padlock

which smells of aged metal.

For me that counts as a well-utilised Sunday.

Though I am aware of my gradually growing pile of stuff.

The addictive quality of it.

stuff.

Aside from that, I am in a wonderful phase of life.

I feel quite fulfilled in many ways.

Yesterday I experienced an erruption of deep grief

and it was quite beautiful

and unexpected

I sigh.

There is much for me to be glad about.

like coffee ...

like friendship

and love.

being loved.

being understood.

the little hole punch stamps produce positive cuttings of the shapes as a biproduct of the hole.

Sun and Moon Confetti. Fluorescent.

Tiny musical notes.

Theres another thing to be glad about

maybe.

That's all for now.

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Hello

I am the owner of The Golden Schlager Archive

Let's have a look at the years. They are all there from 1951 - 1979 (with 2 copies of 1966). Three decades of Schlager. That should keep things rolling smoothly in between karaoke songs. Not to mention Je t'aime - the orchestral organ album.

it is perfect.

Clickedy clack go the keys today. I like that. I like that I sit here by my window.

With a yellow typewriter going clacka ckalacka.

with a Hammond organ playing Je t'aime with orchestral string accompaniment.

That's good.

that's what an almost 40 year old should be up to.

No kids ...

Then comes the advert to remind me that I am not performing at my sexual peak. Because I am not doing special Kegal exercises.

Well, if the algorithm got one thing right, it's that.

I get coffee

The idea of transcribing this text from paper into digital form and putting it on my little notey website page is making me mildly giddy.

It's not that I expect anyone to read it...but it is there. The knowledge that it is there...and someone might just have a little look, and thus will know the true depth of my thinging...

on subjects like looking out of the window

on subjects like how it felt when my carework client treated me as if I was worthless (saddening)

on subjects like how dependent I am on A.I. for decision making and empathy

Stuff like that.

And that will do for today.

My fingers have helped to put through what wanted to be said.

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As a careworker you sometimes become the receptacle for aggression and not-very-respectful speech. I wonder why that is. And why, if it is supposedly not personal, does it still hurt.

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This weekend I went all out on the karaoke mic bike. There were a lot of crazy moments of celebration. I felt accepted in the world. Why do I need these kinds of outlets in order to feel of worth. They are very specific. Couldn't I just join a singing class?

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I wandered into a second hand shop and inherited a web developers entire setup for 150 euros. An electric standing desk, two screeens, mechanical keyboards, HD webcam, a lifetimes supply of usb cables, and much more. I like the clickedy clack of this keyboard and it lights up seductively.