Visio Dei: Music is my God

Such a perfect day.....

2007-07-03T18:10:00.000+02:00

...With rain, rain and some more rain. And I've been chasing cars- no, I mean a postdelivery, which didn't arrive in time. I hate when things don't go as I plan!
So my day wasn't all that perfect. But ok. Now I'm just tired and slightly confused. You kind of get tired when dealing with non-service minded people. Darn people. But whatever. As long as I get my icecream, preferably vanilla, then everything is alright.
I'm not quite sure how the rest of the evening will pass. Probably watching a movie with my dear elf-friend. I don't make so many plans nowadays. It's more like I go to work (yeah, I have a work now, can you belive it?!) which is one of the temples of worship here in Mithlond. My job is to recieve the hords of tourists coming from Gondor and places such a like and be nice to them and sell souvenirs like statues of the lord Círdan, posters of the harbour of Mithlond and mintsweets shaped as fishes..... And oh, I also have to be able to answer questions of the tourists, like: When was Mithlond constructed, how old lord Círdan is and where the toilets are.... But it's a fun job. I'm not complaining. Sometimes it's a little difficult to understand what people say, like halflings have a very funny dialect. I have to speak like four languages: Sindarin, Quenya, Nandorin and then the language of these periannath. They're very cute indeed.....
Namárië!

NYAARGHHH!! The sound of me, going bananas...

2007-03-13T17:50:00.000+01:00

It has happened to you too, right? You're starting to sweat, you're heart is pumping faster and faster and you feel something deep within you. It's a feeling you can't get rid off, it's haunting you and there's no way trying to escape from it.
I've been doing this for nearly two hours now. I have to have it, it's a horrible urge, and if I don't get it I'll be left with the sensation of powerlessness.
It's black on the outside and green on the inside. It's a pen. A marking-pen.
The more I search, the more desperate I get and thus I'll not be able to think clear. Now I feel totally feeble, I've have no strength left, as I've spent hours searching:
* On the desk
*In the closet
*In the bed
* Under the bed
*In the pantry
*In the bathroom
*In the kitchen
*The laundry
* In my clothes ( could it be in some pocket?)

Now you might ask: Why the heck spend so much energy on such a small and quite unimportant item? Well... I need it? And I have nothing else that could replace it.
Hm, the outcome of all this is...I've stopped looking. I'll buy a new pen tomorrow. But this time with black ink.

Perhaps you got sucked into a wormhole? That wouldn't be....impossible.

Note to oneself: look out for the wormholes! You'll never know where you'll land...

( Images courtesy of http://www.staples.de/DEU/images/products/de_2102073_1_std.jpg and http://web.mit.edu/kayla/Public/Backgrounds/Space%20-%20Crab%20Nebula.jpeg)

STAR TREK XI

2007-03-05T22:04:00.000+01:00

Releasedate: 25th of December 2008.
Go to the official Star Trek page or IMDB for more information.

I'm note really sure what to say. How am I supposed to react as a ST-fan (trekkie/trekker if you will)?
There are many opinions about this movie. People are debating it up and down, from side to side, words are flying and eh...chemical nutrient is leaking......
Well...I just hope it will turn out well. What I do know there will be lots of merchandise (yippie!)
Since I kind of missed Star Trek: Nemesis, I'll probably be content to the grade of 70%. That one was released in 2002 and then it was the LotR- hysteria all over the world, including me being all hysteric.

We have the mainstory for XI. It's about the young cadets James Kirk and Spock....They go on adventurous missions and eventually save some planet/Earth/Universe. Probably. It's the future captain Kirk and his second officer. What else could you expect?
That's a problem too. The two of them (along with the third person McCoy in the Trinity Kirk, Spock andMcCoy) are legends, etched into the everlasting black marble of Time. They are untouchable, immaculate and gigantic.
So now we (or rather a certain Mr. Abrams) are going to throw ourselves at the very beginning, the first years, of legendom. New actors (holy cow!) and a probably a new enviroment will be presented for us. I'm not a very old fan, I was born two years before The Next Generation was launched, but I'm thinking about the older fans out there. Some hate the thought of some new actors playing the legendary Captain and Second Officer, and others like the idea ("Finally some new props to make!").
I both like and dislike the idea. Like because I'll come in touch with these Legends from a different prospect, it'll be all new for me, I'll be experience what people experienced in the late 60s. Dislike because there are so many more fantastical ideas and stories out there!
( As I've said before: I'd like to see a movie about the Eugenic Wars, when it really happened/happens!)
Many trek-fans guess that the idea of this new movie is to get along with the old fans and to get new one, introducing them to the first Star Trek characters.

All I have to say is that I hope it will be really good. Otherwise there might be no more Star Trek movies and we'd be remembering days more glorious, creative and plenty of merchandise.

The Picard Song: Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise

2007-02-06T21:36:00.000+01:00


The Picard Song, a great piece of music which mixes the best of our dear Capitan. Enjoy! ;)

Interior design...What do you think?

2006-12-19T21:00:00.000+01:00

Yes, that's right. I've got myself my own space now. And I'm turning the space into Sci-Fi space, that is in the setting of Star Trek-The Next Generation.
I'm going to build a nice desk, so here I've got seven different models. Not all of them are from TNG, some are from Deep Space 9 and some from the original serie (TOS).
So, what do you think? Which one is the coolest and most practical?
Drop a post and you'll live long and prosper!

Star Trek-desks, part one

2006-12-19T20:58:00.000+01:00

Long time, no see...

2006-12-14T19:01:00.000+01:00

Yeah, it was some time since I posted something on my poor blog. It must begin to feel hungry. As am I. Just ordered my replicator to make some nice pastasauce.... So now I'll sit down and eat!
Bon apetite! Or..as we say in my hood Mara maite!

The name is Bond....James Bond.

2006-11-25T19:28:00.000+01:00

Today I bought a purple flute. It's from Peru and cost 5 euros.
And I saw Casino Royale with my sister. It was good.

Goblins....Goblins?! Run!!!!

2006-10-11T21:02:00.000+02:00

I've been wandering in the forest for hours. I'm hungry, tired and it's raining so I'm soaking wet. And I have no idea where I am. But this is how it gets when being chased by five goblins and an evil witch and her apprentice.

So, how to find the way home to my camp? Well, since I'm lousy at orientating myself I just have to find the little bit of logic my brain possesses. Let's see, the goblin-castle is at my right side...And so is my own camp. Probably. But I can't go back that way, since that's were I left five laughing goblins ( with big swords and axes). So what I have to do now is just go straight forward and then make a sharp turn at right. But that's were the forest is.... It's humungous; dark and thick. There's no way I could find my way in there. So, what I have to do is just continuing walking this endless and boring road. In some hours I should find my own camp.

And great, now it's raining too. My cape of wool is quite thick so the tedious raindrops can't get through. What's worse is that my boots are soaked and my hair is getting wet too. But oh well... What to do? I could sing. It's quite lonely here and the road is so long. So, I sing. Tales I know of; of brave heroes in battle, of travels in foreign lands and mysterious creatures in mythology.

My stomach is starting to make noises of a squeaking dragon-baby. All I have is a bottle of juice with me.How did I end up like this? Well, it all started with me and my scout-companion. We had been out to the well to get water. And getting back home shouldn't be that hard, right? Well, WRONG! You could easily imagine that two scouts; the one a warrior-veteran and the other an excellent bow-man would be great in finding ways in forests, swamps, fields, you-name-it. But we couldn't. We got lost somewhere in between our allies camp and our own. And in someway we walked right up in the arms of the goblins. Two times, that is. The first time we turned around and ran. The other time we threw ourselves in (what we thought) the protection of the ferns.

To be continued...

(too lazy to write the rest right now...>p)

Yuck!!! That's sooo gross!

2006-10-04T23:17:00.000+02:00

Hm, ever tucked your fingers in skinwater? Don't do that.
It's slimey and smelling like...well not like the roses in your mama's garden!
Why I had to put my precious piano-playing fingers in that mess was simply because I needed to cover my shield's edges with the skin lying in the skinwater. That is skin from pig. The skin is originally formed like chewing-bones, you know the one you give to a dog and they chew on it. (Like forever.) So, there you got the whole story.
After the skin has been put in water, it's going soft ( it has to be HOT water) and then you nail it onto the edges of your shield. It's pretty bizarre, but the shield will take blows from swords and axes much better after that.
And boy, can you guess I washed my hands in shower-cream after this evening. Without first using water, just the cream. I hate when my hands get dirty. Not dirty from soil when you're planting plants ( cause that I like, elf as I am) and so, but when there-are-germs-and-indescribable -discusting-things-in-there-dirty.
So, now I'm going to bed. It's late and I'm tired. Perhaps I'll drink a nice cup of hot chocolate. Mmmm....

A picture of my shield. I know, the photo's quite crappy. But hey, I never said I was good at Photoshop ^-^

Home, sweet home

2006-09-28T21:49:00.000+02:00

I'm going home tomorrow, to sweet Mithlond! Been away in Minas Tirith for two months now and it's starting to get weary. So many Humans are moving about, I hardly see any Elves here. Sometimes Elves of Lothlórien visit but it is too seldom, aye!
But now I'm going home and I find it mighty delightful. I will stay for a little more than a week; being with my family and friends whom I have missed.
I hope the trip will be nice, the autumn has arrived now and the Western wind is chilly, but it will be all right.

Namárië meldonyar!

The mailman always come twice...or?

2006-09-18T21:00:00.000+02:00

Nah. Not really. Though what did come to the mailoffice today was the manuscript of Star Trek: Voyage One "The Cage", limited edition, which I had ordered some week ago. I skippidy-skipped all the way home, blissful, with the package in my arms.
I still haven't opened the plastic, surrounding the goodie. It's so fresh as it is now, untouched and no fingerprints on it. Well, if I look closely I'll probably find some fingerprints on it.
But whatever. It's mine now and man I'm happy!

Real joy can actually be bought with money...

We have always existed...

2006-09-11T20:14:00.000+02:00

The distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.

Albert Einstein

In memoriam

2006-09-04T08:17:00.000+02:00

of Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin who passed away on the 4th of September AD 2006. He was killed by a stingray in Queensland, Australia.
Steve Irwin was known to be a great entertainer with shows like The Crocodile Hunter, a dedicated environmentalist and a warm and loving father and husband and the owner/manager of Australia Zoo at Beerwah, Queensland, Australia.
Many millions of fans all of the world will miss and grieve him. Our thoughts go to Steve's wife Terri and their children Bindi Sue and Bob.

22 Febuary 1962- 4 September 2006

Steve Irwin with wife Terri.

( Photograph: Russell McPhedran)

Links: http://www.crocodilehunter.com

News on his death: http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/steve-irwin-killed-by-stingray/2006/09/04/1157222051512.html

Such a lonely day....

2006-08-13T12:43:00.000+02:00

Yes, and grey and cold. Has the autumn already arrived? I was pondering about it yesterday night when walking home from a friend. I tried to sniff the air to see if I could detect any autumn-fairies in the wind. Well, there was something there all right... Something almost forgotten and bittersweet.
Listen to A. Vivaldi's Le Quattro Stagioni; L'Estate, Presto. Is that the sound of summer running away, exhausting itself to a rapid death? Is it dancing with the fierce autumn-winds?
My passion for Vivaldi started when I was about twelve years old, or perhaps I was even younger. I remember one episode when I first had heard the Allegro part from La Primavera. I became so in love with it that I figured out how to play it on the piano. I was around nine or ten then. I was very proud of it and told my mom who only smiled at me. " Oh, really? Well, that's nice dear", was what she said.
Then when I was about twelve I bought my first cd with him, it was the collection of the Four Seasons. I listened to it so much I then knew it by heart.
I think Antonio Vivaldi is one of the greatest composers of all time. I even prefer him rather than the grand J.S. Bach. Besides, the latter was very much inspired by the former. Vivaldi was really something new and fresh when he became famous. And everything he composed... More than 400 works.... He's really my idol.
The only thing I can do is to really strive forward and work hard so that I may one day become close to his fine mastery.

( Painting by unknown artist)

Robin.. and his merry men

2006-08-07T21:43:00.000+02:00

The forest of Sherwood lay green and lush in the warm morning. Hidden in the majestic pinetrees sat birds, chanting with the blessing of the arrival of the new day. Suddenly on a road between the trees came a horse with a wagon. Apparently men were sitting on the wagon and they were...armed? And in the front sat no other than... The Sheriff? The Sheriff of Nottingham, indeed. He was clad in fine clothes with a chainmail, covering his torso and on top of it a plate armour. A mighty sword was on his left side and on his right a dagger. Seven men were seated on the wagon and not to forget the beautiful Lady Marion. She wore a fitting dark green dress and her hair was-
Ah, never mind, I don't have the patience to write this... Yes, the men were a little brute, not to say stupid and the Sheriff...well, you know the story.
The company went to a large glade were the men of Robin Hood had set up a camp for visitors where they could enjoy some nice food, pleasant music and an arrrowshooting-competition.
The Sheriff went about the people, proclaiming that he would soon set out to gather the taxes of the people ( as was his just right) but strangely they booed and was not approving of that. His men then silenced them with rude words and then the men went away, for the collection of taxes.
The next time they came the arrowshooting-competition had begun and the Sheriff was to give the first prize, the Golden Arrow to the winner. At his side were Lady Marion, not looking too happy for her heart really belonged to Robin Hood.

So....I really don't want to write about this, take too long time.
When the winner were to receive his prize it was revealed that he really was Robin Hood ( you know it all, if you've seen the Disney-film). Robin Hood was taken captured and the men of the Sheriff were very pleased. Then it was told them that it was man, living far away in the forest, who hadn't left taxes for five years. The men were angry and quickly went away to retrieve it. Of course they left Robin unguarded. ( I told you they were stupid.)
When they came back a fight occurred between the two of the groups. The Sheriff and his men lost and flew away and all were happy!
The End

This was another show for visitors and the theme was of course Robin Hood of Sherwood. There was also a lecture by a famous writer ( no, not J.K. Rowling!) and people enjoyed themselves. Afterwards there was some swordfighting-display and the kids could try out the shields, axes, chainmails and swords.
I ended up with having my knees hit by a sword and shield, so they're a little sensitive now( not the sword of course!) But it was great fun, it's always fun to fight ;).

Good night!
// Eleniel

Trapped in reality...

2006-08-05T20:21:00.000+02:00

I feel gloomy. I don't want to plan anything, I actually don't want to hang out with people right now and I don't care about anything. No, I'm not depressed. Just in a state of non-motion-motion. That is I feel nothing and therefore do not move in life. I guess this is not a good thing but as I've already stated I don't care enough to do anything about it. Though I realize one big problem and that is: I'm going to move ( literally) and that is an absolute reality. This fall I will start to study in the university ( Italian and German) and so I have to find an apartment or at least a room and see that I will get the studentgrant ( money for being a student). Plus: I have to register to a student union.
And then there's the beside-school-stuff: sewing medieval shoes, sewing medieval pants and fixing a proper cloak ( when it gets cold it would be nice to have one.) I have achieved nothing of the above mentions.
So, what do I do during my days? I have no school, I'm on holiday so one could think I would do a lot of things. But I'm not. I just abide in time and space right now; waking up ( far too late), eating breakfast and getting dressed. Then I proceed to playing some piano, studying some music-theory ( right now Renaissance composing-technique) and perhaps I'm doing some painting. At 13: 25 I watch the yesterday Star Trek episode and at 16:05 I see today's episode. At around 18:00 I go to the computer to see if I've received some mails ( which I almost never have). Then I browse the internet for a while. Perhaps I see a movie in the evening. Then I got to bed ( far too late). I'm not hanging out with my friends, they're working and if they're not working they've planned something else.
Am I pathetic? Well, I'm already a nerd so... But a nerd does not have to be pathetic, just very focused in a certain subject. That's not being pathetic at all. I admire people who devote their entire time and effort on something special, may it be a profession or a hobby. But I'm not focused, I don't spend my entire day on reading about the High-elven grammar ( that is Quenya) or composing a new mass. I just float. And for a person like me, who normally is very energetic and can focus on something for a big amount of time, that's not good and therefore I have to come back to my old-self. I guess that's what's called "getting back on track". And so I either fell off the train and am sitting beside the railway, being bewildered or I was the train and suddenly stopped ( out of gas?) or just took another way into some thick darkness.

"WAKE UP! You can't remember what it was. Has the dream stopped?" ( An American Dream by Jim Morrison)

A day as an android?

2006-08-03T20:29:00.000+02:00

The idea amazes me: what if I could be an android? To imagine that a scientist could take me to his lab and put me on the table and in some hours would turn me into an android; perfectly logical, incapable of feeling emotions ( that is if lacking an emotion-chip), immortal, seeing the world with very different eyes and... Which takes me to the question: what does it really mean to be an android? Sure, you can store memories into your positronic-brain, have a whole library in it and therefore recall things you never could have done as a human being. You can probably learn all kind of things, from dancing ballet to milking cows and to knowing exactly how the Statue of Liberty is built, inch by inch.
Perhaps you would be the property of some big company or a household-servant; taking care of bustling kids and cooking. Would you have any freedom? I suspect not.
Could you have a relationship with another person? Have a long-time friend or maybe even a lover? There's a silent blackout in my head of that thought. For who would want to be the partner of a non-living being? A being who cannot reproduce itself, where the touch of the skin is not really that of a human, there's no familiar smell coming from it ( except for a faint electrical one) and most importantly: he/she can't age. The years would be passing and he/she would remain the same... That would be quite awful, no?
And besides the emotions that person would feel towards you: could they be called real? For they would be programmed, perhaps following a certain pattern.
Since I was a small kid I've always been fascinated by robots and androids. I remember seeing films that totally blew me away, to another world where humans and robots would co-exist ( and I'm not talking about the kind of robots existing in this time). I fantasized about having a robot-friend and even about being a robot...
Now, where I live a TV-channel is showing a re-run of Star Trek: The Next Generation and I find myself helplessly charmed by and drawn to Lieutenant Commander Data ( the perfect husband?). I know I saw the serie as a kid, but I was quite small then and therefore don't remember much of it. But the love for robots and androids was definitely there then and growing.

The history of robots and humans go way back; scientists during the 1700-hundreds tried to make " robots" if I remember right ( which I seldom do), or at least mechanical objects, one could perhaps count the clock like a robot? 1921 the first robots appeared in the play R.U.R, Rossum's Universal Robots and then in the movie Metropolis, 1926. After that they occur in almost all kinds of contexts: films, books, comics etc.

Scientists all over the world are making progress in constructing robots and androids, from typical industry-robots to more refined ones. Perhaps it will not take too long until the world will look upon a Mr. Data or a T800.

So, what if I could be an android? It wouldn't be impossible in 200 years or so. But if God today ( or some other omnipotent power) would call to me and say that I could become an android, at least for a day, I know I wouldn't say no.
Call it a sickness for life ( I've lived here as a human for 20 years now, it's quite enough, I don't really intend to stay here until I'm 80.) or just a lust for adventure, but as the Internet as my witness I say I wouldn't turn down the offer!

I was killed the other day, but lo! I arose from the dead and Victory was my just fruit

2006-08-01T22:51:00.000+02:00

Yes, it's true I was killed the other day; had my right leg chopped off and my throat sliced. Then I was carried off the place of battle and lay in the grass a couple of minutes and then arose like an ancient god from the arms of Death...
The next-coming day me and my warrior-fellows attacked the enemy-village again and severely hurt the other warriors. It was a glorious battle indeed, were our supreme archer got some nice shots and I fought with my long-sword and shield like an angry Valkyrie. But finally we all understood that fighting like this and shedding blood is just useless ( who will care for the crops and the animals? And besides it's not good for families to be fatherless.) and so we put our weapons away and settled the whole thing in peace.

This was a performance made for the visitors of the Viking-village near where I live. The ones participating are members of a historical society focusing on the arts of battle ( sword-fighting, wrestling and more), making Medieval clothes and crafting armory and weaponry. These are some of my many interests.

My good friend Nightcrawler has been asking me to make my own blog for a month now. I haven't found the inspiration to do so until this very evening. I must admit it feels strange to write like this, publishing something that the whole world could see. But anyway, who's going to read it besides Nightcrawler? I'm not going to tell anyone about this blog. :p

Mára lómë!
Eleniel