And this week...

week americain

or

Georgie's in town

or

Jürgen is not in town

or

in reference to this blogger's mind while posting a dozen headlines.

The quest for the cure against indecision.

no, for fuck's sake, this is not gonna be the woche italiano. i'd rather stop eating that food, which is allegedly italian, but was stolen in an asian country a thousand years ago. stolen, as the world soccer championship title was indeed not.

they just played a better game and won.

as far as beauty, grace and style of playing, that have seemed to be inspired by a hollywood screenwriter task force, are concerned, we won. (we =the country i live in, germany)

man, we really knocked their socks off.

that drama, that euphoria.
it truly remembered what normally is not our strength, but the main export and most relevant and "truest art form" (AFI) of north america.
a thought which alludes my hope that these four weeks didn't only mean a change in who we are or whatever we may be. nope.

my hope is that, after watching that four week long film about a vision, a team and ultimately US (in this case as the Akkusativ form of WE not the short for fattest country in the world), WE may truly gain a whole new, better and more noble and honest perspective on STAGING, visions, FICTION, imagination, (optimism), and the power of a three act play, heroes and idols. ........

the way i see it now, this little introduction leaves us with slight american allusions. which is just fine, as i'm trying to turn over to the introduction of this -due to my lazyness- already ongoing week.
because this. is going to be.

the week americain.

well, we all strive for placative adjectives, don't we?

so what i actually want to say is, that one week after independency day, the week that our box offices are reopened to the never drying flood of cinematic imports (ironically the import americain is in this case fertilized by a german export, Wolfgang P"ie"ters"e"n) we

1st
got to celebrate the 64th birthday of actor harrison ford (july 13th) (look for some piece about this incident in about 50 years. or probably within 22 year when i'll be turning in my Harrison Ford obituary. See you then.

and

2nd
(as you will see i am surprisingly able to write about some other stuff then movies)

see the first post-Mainz visit of the president americain in this our country. beware stralsund! close your sewer tabs and shut the windows, get into the cellar and pray (or rewatch the game against sweden)! cause george bush is coming to town!

the 3rd thing pain strikingly fact americain occurring today:

you all know it already.

Klinsi's dead.

Well...not really of course (but who knows in this age of clones and doppelgänger). i'm just thinking of him as one of the first non writer, politician, professional capitalist, musician NATIONAL HEROES of our post war nation.

now he killed himself, as a lot of great heroes did it, to keep their honor (a sword would do). for me personally this is the time to suggest the killing of henry jones jr. in indyIV. only this way can he withstand the Caribean Pirates' pressure and the rocking of our adventure film throne. but that's off topic.

all i can say now is ...farewell to Jürgen Klinsmann. may he go, where so many germans went. where so many famous germans live. and where the return once they get the old Heine backslash. if the good old german heimweh will strike Klinsmann down...he's going to return. even to our myth of soccer.

is that eschatological or what?