Mein Bruder wurde diese Woche bei meiner Uroma von einer Wespe gestochen.
Er kommt zu meiner Uroma und hier ihr Rezept:

Petersilie zerhacken und auf die Wunde legen.

Vorsichtshalber ruft sie noch eine Freundin von ihr an, die eine andere Methode kennt.

Auf ein Stück Zucker spucken und diese Seite auf die Wunde drücken.

Beides hat geholfen, auch wenn die Petersilie gleich gekühlt hat und so von meinem Bruder bevorzugt wurde.

Die Menschen nennen diese Insel Avalon, aber der alte Name ist Inis Vitrin, die gläserne Insel. Sie ist einer der Orte wo sich die unsichbaren Pforten dem Strom der Zeit öffnen können.

1 Tasse Mehl
1 Tasse feinen Sand
1 Tasse Salz
ca. 1/2 Tasse Wasser
Alles verkneten, nach Belieben formen und ungefähr (je nach Dicke der Objekte) 2 Stunden bei 120 Grad im Backofen trocknen.
Der Teig ist gut zu verarbeiten, das Material preiswert und es macht Spaß.
Hinterher können die "Objekte" auch glasiert, lackiert oder angemalt werden.

von feuerweiberkunst.twoday.net

Diese Prüfungen werde ich haben:

Generell

Literatur schriftlich - 2 Std. [Coef 4]

Geschichte & Géographie schriftlich - 4 Std. [Coef 4]

Deutsch Sprache 1 schriftlich - 3 Std. [Coef 4]

Philosophie schriftlich - 4 Std. [Coef 7]

Englisch Sprache 2 schriftlich - 3 Std. [Coef 4]

Sport - [Coef 2]


Fachgebietsprüfung

Deutsch Sprache 1 Ergänzung mündlich - 20min [Coef 4]


Wahlfächer (maximal 2)

Russisch Sprache 3 schriftlich oder mündlich - 20min bis 2 Std.

Theater mündlich - 30min

Hab meine Abinoten von diesem Jahr bekommen.

Französisch Schriftlich: 16/20 [Coef 3]
Französisch Mündlich: 16/20 [Coef 2]
Naturwissenschaften: 16/20 [Coef 2]
Mathematik: 15/20 [Coef 2]

Das macht 3*6+2*6+2*6+2*5= 52 Punkte im Voraus fürs Abitur 2006.

Auf imdb.de ist mir dieser Name aufgefallen. Ist ne Autorin, die

Mávahlátur (2001) (novel)
... alternativ: Mávahlátur (Iceland)
... alternativ: Möwengelächter (Germany)
... alternativ: The Seagull's Laughter (International: English title)

geschrieben hat. Hier der Film dazu.

Ich finde den Titel halt so schön..

Plot Summary for Mávahlátur (2001)
A delicious story set in 1950's Iceland, focuses on the evils of feminism, as experienced by traditional wives, mothers, young girls and aspiring wives 15 years before the women's movement. Freyja (Margrét Vilhjálmsdóttir) is the lead liberated woman personifying the devil returned to Iceland after several years of marriage to an American. The whole dark story shows how one by one the women who oppose liberation are won over or dispatched, all set to upbeat 1950's American barbershop quartets.

Name: S. M. K. K.
Nicknamen: Holunder, Rasah, Cherry
Imood:
Geburtstag: 1. September
Sternzeichen: Jungfrau
Aszendent: Steinbock
Heimat: nördliches Rheinland, wohne momentan jedoch in Frankreich
Status: ledig
Beruf: Schülerin
Haustiere: 2 Katzen (eine lässt sich jedoch nur 1 Mal alle 6 Monate blicken)

Musik: Neofolk, Mittelalter, Goth, Metal, Alternative, Klassik
Komponisten: Tiersen, Beethoven, Bernstein, Wagner, Haydn, Bach
Bands: Rammstein, Nightwish, Hagalaz' Runedance

Lesen: alles außer Logistikhandbücher
Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, "normale" Romane.
Autoren: JRR Tolkien, JK Rowling, Zoran Drvenkar, Marion Zimmer-Bradley, Lian Hearn
DichterInnen: William Shakespeare, Goethe, Lamartine, Rimbaud

Kino/TV: Fantasy, Krimi, Thriller
Filme: Lord of the Rings I-III, Harry Potter
Schauspieler: Val Kilmer, Johnny Depp
Künstler: Van Gogh
Kunstepoche: Steinzeit ;)

Wichtig: Tierschutz, Umweltschutz, Frieden
Organisationen: WWF
Hobbies: Lesen, Schreiben, Musik
Sammeln: Masken
Blumen: Gänseblümchen
Bäume: Weiden, Haselnuss und natürlich Holunder
Parfum: L'air du temps (Nina Ricci)
Laster: Bücher, Masken und ethnische Figuren
Schwächen: manchmal aufbrausend, zu rigide in Sachen Regeln
Stärken: Phantasie, Loyalität, Ausdauer, Wille

The world is changed... I feel it in the water... I feel it in the earth... I smell it in the air... Much that once was, is lost... For none now live, who remember it... It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who, above all else, desire power. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another Ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master Ring, to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets:

Ron: Why couldn't it have been "Follow the butterflies"?

Draco: No one asked your opinion... you filthy little mudblood.

~

Harry Potter & the Philosopher's Stone

Hermione: Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities.

~

Interview with the Vampire

Lestat de Lioncourt: Evil is a point of view.

~

Lord of the Rings I

The ring verse:
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Gandalf: Many who live deserve death, and some who die deserve life. Can you give it to them?

Legolas: Final Count, 42.
Gimli: 42? oh. That's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on 43.
Legolas: 43. He was already dead. He was twitching!
Gimli: He was twitching because he's got my ax embedded in his nervous system!

Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring.
Pippin: Great! Where are we going?

Pippin: What's that?
Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.
Pippin: It comes in pints?
[In low voice]
Pippin: I'm getting one.

Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.
Pippin: What about breakfast?
Aragorn: You've already had it.
Pippin: We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?
Merry: I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?
Merry: I wouldn't count on it.

Frodo: You're late.
Gandalf: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.

Bilbo: I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

Pippin: Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of... mission... quest... thing.
Merry: Well, that rules you out, Pip.

Pippin: Are we lost?
Merry: No.
Pippin: I think we are.
Merry: Shh. Gandalf's thinkin'.
Pippin: Merry?
Merry: What?
Pippin: I'm hungry.

Sam: This is it.
Frodo: This is what?
Sam: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

Sam: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took.
Merry: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut.
Sam: Shortcut to what?
Pippin: Mushrooms.

Gimli: Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox.
[elves appear, covering them with arrows at point-blank range]
Haldir: The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark.

[while being chased by Farmer Maggot]
Merry: I don't know why he's so upset. It's only a couple of carrots.
Pippin: And some cabbages. And then those three bags of potatoes we lifted last week, and... and... the mushrooms, the week before.
Merry: Yes, Pippin, my point is, he's clearly over-reacting. Run.

[Merry and Pippin are leading the orcs away from Frodo]
Pippin: It's working.
Merry: I know it's working. Run.

Bilbo: No, thank you. We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations.

Sam: Hey. Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me.
Elrond: No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.

Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love... my... preciousssss.

Pippin: Oh that's nice - ash on my tomatoes.

Gandalf: I suppose you think that was terribly clever.

Gimli: Dwarf doors are invisible when closed.
Gandalf: Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten.
Legolas: Why doesn't that surprise me?

Gandalf: I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves... Men... and Orcs.
Pippin: What are you going to do, then?
Gandalf: Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words.

[after falling down a hill]
Merry: I think I've broken something.
[pulls out a broken carrot]

Legolas: Lembas Bread, one bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.
Merry: How many did you eat?
Pippin: four.
[burps]

Merry: [On Midgewater Marshes] What do they eat when they can't have hobbit?

~

Lord of the Rings II

Frodo: I am Frodo Baggins, and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.

Legolas: [in Elvish] You're late.
[in English]
Legolas: You look terrible.

Gollum: [to Sam] Stupid, fat hobbit.

Gimli: Toss me.
Aragorn: What?
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance. You'll have to toss me.
[pauses, looks up to Aragorn]
Gimli: Don't tell the elf.
Aragorn: Not a word.

[a wall of soldiers line the ramparts - the top of Gimli's helm barely peeks over the top]
Gimli: [to Legolas] You could have picked a better spot.

Pippin: It's talking, Merry. The tree is talking.

Gollum: They're thieves! They're thieves! They're filthy little thieves! Where is it? Where is it? They stole it from us, our precious. Curse them! WE hates them! it's ours it is, and we wants it! We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!
Smeagol: No! Not master.
Gollum: Yes precious. First they cheat you, hurt you, LIE.
Smeagol: Master's my friend!.
Gollum: You don't have any friends, nobody likes you!
Smeagol: I'm not listening, I'm not listening.
Gollum: You're a liar and a thief.
Smeagol: No!
Gollum: Murderer.
Smeagol: Go away!
Gollum: Go away?
[Gollum laughs as Smeagol begins crying]
Smeagol: I hate you, I hate you.
Gollum: Where would you be without me? Gollum! Gollum saved us! It was me! We survived because of me!
[Smeagol stops crying]
Smeagol: Not anymore.
Gollum: What did you say?
Smeagol: Master looks after us now, we don't need you anymore. Leave now and never come back!
Gollum: What?
Smeagol: LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK!
[Gollum screams in frustration]
Smeagol: LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK!
[Silence]
Smeagol: We told him to go away... and away he goes! Gone, gone, gone! Smeagol is free!

Legolas: A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night.

Gollum: We be nice to them, if they be nice to us.

Gollum: But, the fat hobbit. He knows. Eyes always watching.

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick -
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh -
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way
I don't hate you --
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

- Katarina Stratford, 10 Things I Hate About You

does not glitter.
Not all those who wander
are lost.
All that is strong
Does not hither.
Deep roots
Are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire
Shall be woken.
A light from the shadows
Shall spring.
Renewed shall be the blade
That was broken.
The crownless again
Shall be king.

Lord of the Rings, Tolkien

Aktive Meditation: Der Klang des Wassers

Diese Übung ist als Gruppenübung konzipiert. Du kannst sie jedoch auch für dich allein ausführen.

Wenn ihr in einer Gruppe arbeitet, bildet einen Kreis um das Tuch in der Mitte. Jeder hält ein Musikinstrument.

Konzentriere dich auf deinen Herzschlag. Mit jedem mal pulst das Blut durch deine Adern. Wiege dich mit deinem Puls sanft hin und her.

Energie sammelt sich im zweiten Chakra, drei Finger breit unter dem Bauchnabel. Sie wird mehr und mehr. Sie leuchtet blaugrün und wird immer kräftiger und heller. Wie Wasser schwappt sie in unserem Bauch hin und her. Wie die endlosen Wellen des Meeres.

Die Energie fließt aus deiner Mitte in deinen gesamten Körper und du kannst ihren Puls spüren. Wiege dich mit dem Puls, beobachte ihn und beobachte wie dein Körper ganz in diesem Puls aufgeht, sanft gewiegt wie ein kleines Kind.

Beginne langsam mit der Stimme den Klang des Wassers zu suchen. Lass deine Stimme die Töne produzieren, die sie machen will. Lass dich ganz in diesen Klang fallen und zwinge ihn nicht.

Wenn du das Gefühl hast, er ist stark, versuche ihn mit deinem Instrument zu begleiten. Wir wollen versuchen einen großen schwingenden Klangkörper zu erzeugen. Lass dich tragen vom Klang des Wassers. Lass dich fließen mit dem Fluss des Lebens und mit dem Rhythmus des Entstehens und Vergehens. Lass dich in die Tiefe des Klangs hinein fallen und werde eins mit dem Klang der Wellen und des Regens. Beobachte deine Gefühle, ihr ständiges auf und ab, ihre Veränderlichkeit. Lache und weine wenn dir danach ist.

Wenn du das Gefühl hast, du möchtest zurückkehren, lass die Wellen des Klangs sich glätten und werde leiser. Kehre in deinen Körper zurück. Lass die Kraft in deinen Kelch fließen und trinke ein Schluck daraus. Atme noch ein paar mal tief durch und schreibe deine Erfahrungen auf.


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"Rasa" ist die litauische Sommersonnenwende. Und einer meiner Spitznamen. Verbindung geschaffen durch einen Freund, der nicht von dergleichen versteht und nur mit meinem Namen herumgespielt hat. Solche "Zufälle" kreeiren die merkwürdigsten und auch die magischsten Verbindungen. Ich und die Sommersonnenwende. Sie ist gerade rum. Und es war - das stimmt wirklich - eine tolle Nacht.
Ich hab sie mit Astrid Lindgren kennen- und liebengelernt.

... denke ich noch immer an seine 4 wichtigsten Lebensfragen.

Was ist heilig?

Was ist der Geist?

Wofür lohnt es sich zu leben?

Wofür lohnt es sich zu sterben?


Der Film war zwar schön, aber - das muss ich zugeben - nicht so atemberaubend wie die meisten anderen Johnny Depp Filme. Auch wenn Marlon Brando und Faye Dunaway in den Haupt- bzw. Nebenrollen waren. Der Film hatte nicht diesen Flair von - Wahrheit.

Silvery goddess of the snow,
Your shining beauty melts the cold
Dress me in your white shawl
Kindle my fierce passions
Wake Skadi, proud northern giantess
I invoke your strength

Hagalaz Runedance - Wake Skadi