..than to go without books. This appears to be an Icelandic saying according to Zane Radcliffe’s “The Killer’s Guide To Iceland”. For one, this saying is just true. Very. True. Well, you might want to re-evaluate that depending on the surface you’re going to walk on, but for the moderate European this should happen rarely. The other thing is, that The Killer’s Guide is a great read. The way Iceland and her citizens are described is lovely and it makes the island pretty appealing. Well, at least for someone who hasn’t the slightest clue about Iceland(ers) except that their main export seems to be music with a more than occasional strange touch.

One way I can tell that I really like a book is by the level of alcohol on which I’m still able to perfectly concentrate on it. Another is if I just can laugh out loud to it sitting in a crowded room. Yesterday I was out eating Tapas with some friends. (BTW, if you come across dates wrapped in bacon, go for it. mhhhh.) I had some red wine to the food and after eating, my friends went home and I headed for a cafe to have some more wine and a good read. Well it worked perfectly. “Cigarettes and Red Wine”, and probably a good book. What more to ask for? Ah, probably more of those stupid looks of some neat couples when laughing at a book in a crowded cafe..

And another lesson learned: Sometimes it’s perfectly ok to judge books by their cover. Or make that by their title. Speaking of which, I also have “Another Bullshit Night In Suck City” by Nick Fynn lying around somewhere..

Well, this was was the perfect example of the usual Sunday. Getting up at 10 am, having one enormous cup of coffee, some breakfast and spending the rest of the morning on my couch reading Questionable Content and other web comics mentioned in Jeph’s comments while listening to web radio.

At some point I felt the urge to test the PowerBook’s recording capabilities using Garage Band, but after some, well, bad quality recording I gave up my home recording ambitions for today and focused on guitar only.

With my fingertips getting sore I decided to give them a break and sifted through a pile of unread books. I have the shelf-filling habit to buy at least one book when coming near a bookstore and for I seem to pass bookstores more often then I actually take the time to read some of that stuff, the shelves are occupied and I moved on piling them on the floor.

Anyhow, today’s pick was The Man Who Turned into Himself by David Ambrose which turns out to be as strange as the 1st book I read of him, The Discrete Charm of Charlie Monk (back then I read the german translation called Epsilon). Like with the first novel it seems a bit too weird, but it worked out with Epsilon and so I guess this one will, too.

In between I messed with the kitchen cooking some pasta. Tomatoes, onions, garlic, some spices and herbs. Dead simple and very tasty.

Errr, well. Another Sunday survived. Great..

I was just digging through tons of newsfeeds when stumbling over this entry in KDE hacker Aaron Seigo’s blog. Just beautiful.

Going down a hill with easy 60 km/h, enjoying the nice weather and flash! Well, speed limit there is at 30 km/h. Unfortunately for the cops, bikes don’t have plates here (swiss, anyone?)

Nice! I’ve just received the confirmation that I’ve been accepted to make my advanced technical college entrance qualification. After nearly ten years at Tally(Genicom) where I’ve learned communication and information technology and worked for technical support afterwards, I finally managed to get myself up to, well, just to do something different..