Many happy returns, Jürgen Habermas!

Jürgen Habermas celebrates his 80. birthday!
He is one of the most important german heads of our days focused on linguistic philosophy, communication and pragmatics. He has crucially influenced the European society since 1968 until today.
watch a rare video footage of Jürgen Habermas discussing some of his theories

read more http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jürgen_Habermas
 http://www.eurozine.com/articles/2009-06-17-newsitem-en.html

Ulysses: Kidney for Breakfast

Ulysses first edition cover


Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel a bit peckish.

Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this drouth. Want pure fresh water. Thursday: not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley’s. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz’s.

He halted before Dlugacz’s window, staring at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Fifteen multiplied by. The figures whitened in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. The shiny links, packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs’ blood.

A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He stood by the nextdoor girl at the counter. Would she buy it too, calling the items from a slip in her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. And a pound and a half of Denny’s sausages. 

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made a red grimace. 

Mr Bloom pointed quickly. To catch up and walk behind her if she went slowly, behind her moving hams. 

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers’ pocket and laid them on the rubber prickles. 

While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed hungrily against him. Give her too much meat she won’t mouse. Say they won’t eat pork. Kosher. Here. He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup. 

He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on it? Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.

Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on the chair by the bedhead.

—What a time you were! she said. 

Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her, inhaling through her arched nostrils.

—There’s a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?

—The kidney! he cried suddenly.

He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork’s legs. Pungent smoke shot up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of the fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back. Only a little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it.

Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a forkful into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Done to a turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away dies of bread, sopped one in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the gravy and raising it to his mouth. 

He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney. 

 

extracts from Ulysses by James Joyce


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BLOOMSDAY – an Odyssey

HI!!! Salut 🙂 mes ami(e) sur / to my friends @ yahoo profiles

I’m back after a very long time of absence. After an Odyssey through virtual spaces? 😉 Being back and meeting some of my Y!360 friends again feels really really good 🙂 

 

Also because – as I’ve already done on my 360 blog – I’ll try to keep up with my francophone friends, too 😉 by writing in both languages…

 

Mes ami(e)s, je suis du retour 🙂 et ça fait du bien!!!! Je me suis trouvée très à l’aise sur 360 mais les problèmes techniques sur ce blog m ‘ont forcée de chercher d’autres possibilités… et c’était une sorte d’Odyssée a travers les différent internet sites…

 

Ainsi j’ai visité beaucoup des autres sites virtuelles comme myspace, multiply, twitter et facebook (ici on m’y trouve encore, c’est ma nouvelle patrie 😉 et j’ai voyagé dans des pays réelles: les états unies, et cette année L’INDE. Ce pays est fantastique et je compte d’y retourner bientôt (pour l’hiver 😉

 

After trying out lots of new blogs e.g. on multiply, myspace, Twitter and facebook (where you can actually find me quite often! facebook: the greatest waste of time, haha) I’ll give yahoo a new chance, having always felt at home on 360.

 

Bloomsday in Vienna

 

Actually I’m back here right on BLOOMSDAY – so let’s celebrate virtually the ODYSSEY through Joyce’s Dublin. Let’s eat pork kidneys for breakfast, let’s carry a lemon soap in our pocket and let’s have Gorgonzola cheese with red wine 😉

 

CHEERS :)))))))))))))

 

read more:

english: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloomsday

francais: http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloomsday

Bloomsday in Dublin 08: Kidneys, Guinness and ‘Ulysses’ on the menu for Joyce’s special day

 

Bloomsday in Wien 09: http://wien.orf.at/stories/367928/

and http://www.echomedia-verlag.at/home/termine/1174

live streaming at 19:00 CEST http://www.wienlive.tv/bloomsday09

read also my next blog entry about Ulysses Kidneys 😉

 

POST SCRIPTUM:

The Bloomsday celebration in Vienna was great, indeed, a quite impressing show down of real irish feeling, masses of joyful people a the Café Korb, all DRUNK OF COURSE :)))))) all singing and dancing in the street until 3 am in the morning, not to forget the marathon reading of the Ulysses 🙂 as sorts of background music 😉 

and last not least: very passionate discussions about Ulysses!