Inspired by a recent post on morthil's blog concerning the famous poem about some pessimistic and death-bringing raven I once more became interested in literature-to-listen-to. The night I also watched some crappy movie, titled „Bram Stoker's Van Helsing“ which promises a lot but is nothing more but some stupid action-movie featuring a sexy fighting Transylvanian princess and a James Bond/Indiana Jones-like Van Helsing. Worst: the movie isn't only about Bram Stoker's Van Helsing (Bram Stoker actually never wrote something explicitly about Van Helsing, who is just some minor character in Dracula), but Marry Shelley's Frankenstein-Monster, some Werewolfs and other creatures of the night, that gather in the count's castle. All those stories are mixed up in a very stupid plot indeed.

Confused and frustrated I intended reading a bit of the classics afterwards and found some very strange jewels of audio-represented literature at Gutenberg-project.

Some very astonishing Audio-book versions of Bram Stoker's Dracula and Marry Shelley's Frankenstein are provided on the website of Gutenberg-project. What especially creates a very bizarre and somehow fitting atmosphere for those tales of monsters, that somehow sample technophobia in the dawn of technology, is the computer-generated voice that is “reading” the texts. Frankenstein's Monster himself seems to tell his story (even though the narrator is not the monster himself) and when the computer-voice intonates that in Transylvania time is running at a different pace, while the hero is leaving the well organized, pre-industrial zone of western Europe, en extra layer of horror is added to those victorian fantasies.
I wouldn't want to hear the whole books in that version but they are funny in a somehow metonymic and morbid way.
Besides I wasn't aware that there are so many audio-files at Gutenberg-project already.

There is also a human-read version of Shelley's Frankenstein, or modern Prometheus. I think I might try that one next time.

some 8 year old pointing out her opinion about what she thought the other day when she was watching ophra on the telly...

Scince i use the some months old new, but still beta update of the flash plugin, firefox crashes everytime i click on a link. It doesn't matter if that link is somehow flash-related. it crashes anyway.
This forces me to downgrade back to flashplayerplugin 7 which is quiet unsatisfying.

It's old news already. If you haven't read it on regular news than probably on userfriendly. That's where i found out about it.
Today ended the very last week where one could pose a question to google answers. Questions asked last week will be tried to be handled until Christmas, than we will be left alone with all the undecided and mysterious Problems we are confronted with in daily and not so daily life. There may be some other portals on the web for finding answers to silly or important questions.
But what good is a world in which you have to leave the sacred premises of google web-services just to get some answer you do not really need anyway?
Generally there may be two ways of reactions: The first would sound something like: Oh it was just some beta and an experiment anyway. Is it not only natural that some experiments fail? The second type may frolic about the mere possibility of google to fail in at least one of its various resorts, no matter how small it may be. These anarchists may even see some first but tiny cracks in the walls of this cyberfactory.
Well, it will most probably not kill google and with a bit of luck it may still be around by next christmas. But what if some new web 3.0 startup emerges and changes everything on the net again?
There might have been a chance for getting an answer to that if only google answers still existed.

Blogging means constantly living in controversy: Controversy of having to make something up out of the material of boring topics any author with a slight rest of sane judgement would never ever even think writing about, combined with a constant pressure resting upon him, to fill the white (or black) space on the net with exclusively trilling stories and enlightening insides into the complicated and eye-opening mind of the blogger.
What if nothing happens that seems worth mentioning or if one just thinks about ideas to young, new and precious to talk about to the ignorant public. Probably it just don't care anyway but since it is recently said to be intelligent, even knowing and sometimes wise it is frightening me a bit.
Fine. It, (mass) already judged my blog. By not reading and not judging it. It must have become incredibly wise that it decided to completely ignore it. I am fine with that, some few subjects might read it, without much of a comment but still recognizing some activity.
Maybe i am better off without the the wisdom of mass. Apart from mass not having a real address (what might be the email-address when sending a mail to mass?), it cannot be directly blamed for anything. If mass says something how does it sign it? How do i know it has spoken? Mass also semms to be very impatient. It don't like long texts or complicated tracks of thought. Sometimes i think it should be treated like teenagers. When they misbehave, some adults tend to say something like if they wanted to be treated like grown-ups they better behaved like some. - if mass wants to have characteristics of subjects like being wise, intelligent or knowing it should finally start to behave like them: be individual, be responsible and addressable, which unfortunately is paradox.

Whatever mass has to say now, i will take it. It may be quirky what i wrote today, but sometimes you have to take a risk.

Maybe mass will say something like: she must have a outstandlingly boring live not be able to write about something that really happened, instead of throwing some hard-boiled accusations towards me.

You want to know what happened apart from me thinking about mass and its so-called intelligence?
I reacted to the good news that Barca won yesterdays football match with a pierce and small victory-scream.
Further on i enjoyed washing with our new washing machine – the old one was broken 2 weeks ago and my wardrobe merely bore the “not so much my favourite cloths”.
Last but not least i gave the flat-floor a good scrub.

I know, that was not much of a thrill. But at least it is true and substantial information. Have fun.