Street View. Neulich unterhielt ich mich über
CMC , als das Gespräch kurz eine Dissertation eines Augsburger Lehrstuhlmitarbeiters der Sprachwissenschaft Anglistik streifte. In selbiger wurden, natürlich unter anderem, der Zweck von Blogs gelistet. Nicht genannt wurde, dass man sich nach einem Blogeintrag einfach fühlt, als wäre the day more effectively than would have been achieved more.
should also be given a little is that you probably join in blog-writing some hype. Now that I have missed even the Love Parade as well as the flower pot (it was the congruence of these phenomena in their medial structures of the bitter and cynical imitation of the sensation of society?), I now at least a nice anecdote about Google's Street View (Street View? Street view? Streetwie ?).
came that way. How losblökten the opinion leaders of Twitter and Blogger mitunkten, as the newspapers with their own delay and mitquäkten Politicians on vacation went, so I gave myself as a Smalltalk statement in the head as it were, rightly placed, that I addressed to "my house", would say that the parents' country house is so far outside when there is passing a Street View mobile, then we throw even depth charges from the moon on North Korean space stations. So I thought.
The next alternative argument with trap door would have been it, because if all this is quite worth seeing. So at some point in 10 years when I lived somewhere else, then I could run the old road home. And you could see how silly that must have to grow up in a village: "If only her esoteric, with your dreams of Bavarian Oberland, where your God under 300 inhabitants, is without a peer? "You could see how annoying the lawn mowing was then, because every two weeks a new shrub was planted, which should be ummähen I then, because he the one planted so stupid in the way and the other indistinguishable from common weeds. On the other hand, I would smile too, for me that's content-loaded everything. And certainly gives me the later times the simulacrum of safety and security, when I road in the designated home in 2-6 years old photos can proceed.
But who cares?
Actually you should now must click one of the two alternatives, as then, the island of a thousand dangers, because when I write about Street View already, one should also walk, right? But unfortunately I have no idea how this here blogspot in purely scripts and no increased pleasure, now available straight out. In this respect, there's simply following the two viewing options, in sequence. By positive I stop, which seems reasonable.
Who cares? Hm, I do not know?
Well, not a stupid bitch! To be honest, you should just leave inner cities. Everything else could be more interesting, is further out, anyway mapped or archived. But what struck me the row house facade potzhässliche interested in Haunstetten or Buchloe? I once drove from the north from the highway by Hall, it was raining and it rains in texts? True, in torrents. So I go through the hall, that you really really disgusting presents anyway, and we go there in 2006, passing no less than 9 (Neun!) Mileage prefabricated buildings. Rar interrupted by sex shops and table dance bars, cheap bars. Yes while. You creeps!
I prefer to not even see the living in there, so why throw out gasoline ride out there, a picture, then simply copy and paste. Done. I do not want to see the stupid people who present their concrete 80m ² Germany hinkleben signs like "Beware of the Dog." If stolen. I'm annoyed when their storming of market Sundays downtown, shop in stores that emphasize your trash to eat, go into stand-up stations, and you can then blaspheme at dinner, in front of a television in which you own damn unit also is made aware that you may still produce more bile, which it then discharges from the hospital with 34 in all of the smokers, while your hand the red L & M and the other holds the pole for the insulin infusion. Go away, read the image, looks RTL, smoke some fags, play some pool. But annoying, with your concentrated philistinism not more, the generation that you sometimes buried. In television you stand before your stupid or semi-detached homes and complained of transparency. Fuck off
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| Consul of Ecuador. Haha, Consul. Yes, yes. |
fairness, I must also say that I and the people of Harlaching or can hardly see Dahlem. These broken blended families, children from his first marriage to be repudiated by all, spoiled faces in fully-Burberry 3 years old. Housewives uneducated, but thanks once great ass now in Cayenne or large criminals from all over the world. Her out on this Bauhaus-Memorabilia stand up in privileged positions, just so you can just spice up inside it with your gold embarrassing kitsch, kitchen, half the price of the car for the children, even though you know not even know what a
Demi-Glace is .
The fates behind the material allowed to study sociology, they can be categorized, in drawers, which are the color of these townhouses lane, they are known to hundreds of them are in the form of pdfs or case studies in agencies, which you then with even more useless feeding that you do not need. But how do you shall know all that well, if you do not venture out to look over the block? Bah, stupid Germany.
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Na, mich interessiert das!
Neulich kam ich dazu, das idyllisch gelegene Dorf Mongrassano in Kalabrien zu googlen. Ich war also in googlemaps auf dem iPhone über Mongrassano und wie ich da so schwebe, da ist neben der eingegebenen Adresse so ein gelbes Männchen, und da wusste ich nicht, wofür das steht, also habe ich mal draufgeklickt. Dann zoomt das Ding hinein, schön animiert, und schwupp, steh ich mitten in diesem kalabrischen Bergdorf, unweit dessen man einen Berg besteigen kann, von welchem man beide Küsten sieht. Toll, oder? Ich bekam dann eine Stadtführung, nein, Dorfführung, bekam erklärt, dass hier die einzige Bar ist, wo sonst the old people sit in front of (whether they are fleeing in panic? siesta?), such as weddings are celebrated in Italy, was described courtyards thought to the influence of the Moors and really everything was very very nice. It has really only ever so missed a Alberto, who vorbeirattert in these three-wheelers.
And if you close your eyes and breathe, then you have the smell of pine fields in the nose, or the thought of peach-colored slopes of the Gargano in hard-sweet fragrance, the intensity of a small olive oil factory in Naples, where it costs tons of rancid large with a small plastic spoon, which is Extra Virgin. I can think of one, as I was allowed to feed on the Piazza San Marco pigeons with corn kernels and then I ran after them. I bereuhe, then insult in the streets of Venice, the freshly caught crabs. The enthusiasm of the giant Easter egg and the so resulting idea of the temperament and the Feierfreudigkeit in Italy. Later the astonishment of San Gimignano and its towers of different families, yet later again and the memory of Florence, Siena, the Medici, when I read Dan Brown or Machiavelli. So much cliché in the said Alberto infected, so good is the memory of the great time in Italy. And yes I've only seen it all as a tourist may do as the residents? Che bello! And all this only because I accidentally crashed into Mongrassano. Thank you!
With Street View I was able to exit the Highway Number One from LA to San Francisco, I could leave my thoughts before the ice cream parlor, where I ate in the third class with the childhood sweetheart strawberry cup. I can stand in the street, in which the flat was shared, in which I have lived in the time in England, I saw all the stupid English parked cars, one of which I left in hopeless confusion, one driving on the left-rear view mirror. Sorry for that. In Würzburg, I could sit on the hill in Hochberg, where I was melancholy with 16 to "Sheila" by the Smashing Pumpkins.
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| Das war in Berlin, um 8 Uhr morgens auf dem Heimweg. Das Foto half, klar zu sehen. |
Das zu schreiben ist ja jetzt schon etwas paradox. Ich kann das ja schon alles, also auch ohne Streetview, sondern weil ich mich nun daran erinnere. Aber manchmal einfach die Gedanken schweifen zu lassen, das ist doch auch gut, ob das über selber schreiben oder Fotos angucken klappt.