The long time awaited event. Finally: NIN @ Zürich Openair 2013. We managed to grab a spot to the middle of the stage, 4 row. Conditions were superb: not too warm, not too cold, and dry feet. Only minus point was the over an hour wait to get even inside the area.
The concert was awesome. Extremly good sound quality and a perfect production. And I finally got my NIN t-shirt…
One very happy NIN fan. Till next year.
Now and again I keep wondering about this “is it all a complete coincidence or does it actually mean something”-question.
My current opinion is that it’s not complete coincidence, because we make a lot of choices that lead to funky situations where you utterly believe you’ve been Punk’d. The Punk’d moment might be coincidence, but the reasons for being there are our choice. And finally we put the meaning into the Punk’d moment.
I find these moments where you might look at the sky and ask yourself if the universe is f***ing with you – as stressing and as irritating as they are – also the utter core of what life is about: it’s about figuring out your own puzzle. The Punk’d moment shakes you to the core, because you choose it to shake you. So try to understand why on the deepest possible level.
While figuring this out I find that you solve a couple of very tricky puzzle parts, and it kicks you right into a new level of your journey. Like some super duper extra core bubble thing that you catch in a Super Mario game. It may even be a puzzle that you had to solve to get anywhere at all.
So in my opinion you should embrace – even search – for the Punk’d moments. They are precious.
Anybody got Asthon Kutchers phone number? Just sayin’….
Since I registered to Facebook I have been a somewhat active user. Within the last 2 years probably a very active user. Due to some changes in my circle of friends, my news feed became a bit more quiet. To read and to post about. Who wants to post in Facebook when nobody is replying? Then I’d rather post on my blog and this is mainly me trying to stay fluid in writing without much expectation that somebody actually reads it and replies. Alright. You might ask why post to the world when nobody replies. You could just write it down into your diary. I’d reply it’s just a different setting. I write differently in my diary (qualitatively actually quite a boring, if not even repetitive style) while when writing to post in on my blog, I try to be creative while not pouring every last drop of my soul out for everyone to read.
But lets get back to Facebook. I think it’s a wonderful tool to stay connected to your friends, and interesting people, but the quality of your news feed largely depends on how active, maybe intellectual, and extrovert you and your friends are. If there are not a couple of people you want to read about, it’s endless banter. And if you’re interested to figure out the tiny subtle details about somebody, it can give you endless possibilities for stalking.
I never thought I would quit Facebook. I mean. You can just not log in anymore, but it felt like a good thing to do. Just for a while. And it leaves much more space to figure out this whole Twitter thing. I still have no idea what this is all about. And spend some time blogging.