An alle Exil-Deutschen: Professor Brinkmann ist tot

June 19, 2007 at 9:59 pm | Posted in Television | 3 Comments
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Den beliebtesten aller deutschen Fernsehärzte kennen manche auch als Klausjürgen Wussow.

Bye the way – I never realized this before, but suddenly the Schwarzwaldklinik music reminds me of Dynasty.

The oddest line I ever searched on the internet

June 10, 2007 at 3:11 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 8 Comments
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…and found is “mummy, oh daddy, let’s all play kabbadi“. It’s a line from one of my favourite TV series, SPACED, created by Simon Pegg and Jessica Stevenson, and I also just learned what Kabbadi – actually Kabaddi is: A field game that’s played in particular in the Punjab. Here’s an excerpt from Spaced, not about Kabaddi, but about Paintball:

But Kabaddi seems to be an odd game! I would like to see a game of that. Here is how Wikipeda describes the rules:

The teams take turns sending a “raider” across to the opposite team’s half, where the goal is to tag or wrestle (“capture”) members of the opposite team before returning to the home half. Tagged members are “out” and are sent off the field. Traditionally, the raider was not allowed to take a breath during the raid, and had to prove this by constantly chanting (called ‘cant’ or ‘dak’) during the raid. The chant-word is kabaddi in India and Pakistan, hađuđu in Bangladesh, do-do in Nepal, guddu in Sri Lanka, chado-guddo in Malaysia, Zoo in Iran, and techib in Indonesia.

Cool, ha? And that is what it looks like – athletic young men in their underwear wrestling with each other – I’d prefer that to a cat fight any time! Couldn’t this be the new beach volleyball?

Kabaddi

The Skoda Cake Commercial – that’s viral marketing…

June 9, 2007 at 11:02 pm | Posted in Marketing, Viral | Leave a comment
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…when you cooperate to spread a marketing message, for instance the one that the new Skoda Fabia is “Full of Lovely Stuff”. The subtitle to this message reads: “They really made this cake!” The unearthing of Julia Andrew’s My Favourite Things rounds off the whole thing – I hate to find myself so susceptible to mainstream messages, and in particular to those obvious messages that ‘no living soul’ is supposed to be able to dislike, such as:

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

(It’s in this disdain that my colleague Greg is right about accusing me for romanticizing old people, e.g. The Zimmers)

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

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