oh my god. oh my god! OH MY GOD! Händel rocks ultimately! i love his music dermaßen, i can't even find words to describe it. just come and listen to me play his harp concert. i'm not kidding you, he is my hero. i love him. thank god he's dead, or i'd find out what a dork he is, or that he has the habit of scratching himself inside his ear when he thinks noone's looking. i honestly adore his music. and the 2. satz, man? wow. beautiful. it even makes people cry when i play it. now imagine how much better it can still sound! no, but it's real music. that's it. you can get lost in it, and find yourself.
although there are surely many ways in which a pig can make someone happy, i had the neatest experience today. i was walking down an old path, sheep, a car cemetery and old old farmhouses on the right side, fields, empty jauchegruben and mostly nothing on the left side. small bridge and old dusty path in the middle. i told my dad how i used to see a pig running around here, when i used to visit a friend in the neighbor town on my bike, i was still in elementary school, over eight years ago. he said, it's probably ham now. and as much as i tried to fend that version off, i thought i had to admit that was what had probably happened. damn realists.
then the best thing happened: i saw an old dusty dog running around, sniffing my dad's hand, an old man calling him back and talking to my pig, a very old, big, dusty pig. pink with big dark gray spots. i'm sure it was my pig cause it was exactly where it used to be, and it wasn't ham. i was sooooo glad! i didn't run around anymore, it went really slow, even the very old and dusty farmer himself was faster, and he was trying to get it into its pen to sleep. it was really sweet, he was talking to the pig more nicely than most old men i know talk to their wives.
so then there was the vatican full of these ministrants, and they were like chanting for the pope. so what, i saw the pope, big deal, i mean, it isn't as if i'd seen NANCY PELOSI or someone equally cool. now take a deep breath mister president... i mean, is he, bush, actually the president of all americans? also of those who aren't really americans, i mean those who weren't born in america and who don't live there? yesterday i thought of that for the first time, and the thought that he could also be MY president really freaked me out.