Sunday, March 6, 2011
Farberware Mixer #391
Dior Electric Tropics Collection
From May 2011 to be colorful and loud on their lips, nails and eyes. Dior launched the new look of the summer is replete with color. I especially like the gloss and nail polish extremely well. Otherwise rather dominated by warm colors.
Manuka Honey Prevent Chest Infection
Untitled Post:)
I know of no suitable Title occurred because it is simply not a real post. With such beautiful weather, I'd rather be outside than to take pictures for hours. But I will later write a "real right" and post the video I have not forgotten.
Enjoy this super sunny day. I am finally able to go with an open roof)
A Hair of the Day for you. I hope you can see what.
I love the new Air Styler by Braun. I'll write a separate post about it yet.
I know of no suitable Title occurred because it is simply not a real post. With such beautiful weather, I'd rather be outside than to take pictures for hours. But I will later write a "real right" and post the video I have not forgotten.
Enjoy this super sunny day. I am finally able to go with an open roof)
A Hair of the Day for you. I hope you can see what.
I love the new Air Styler by Braun. I'll write a separate post about it yet.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Hiv Test Accuracy 7 Weeks
little love
Are Fake it for me the mini kit from Benefit. I'm justine case and realness of concealness and I always notice how handy they are. Just when you travel a lot you have the most important Helfelein always there. It was also cool because they have the same dimensions, one can mix the small "bottle" variable. So depending on what way it need. I am waiting eagerly to the new "Finding Mr. Brightside" Kit ...
justine In Case includes:
California Kissin 'lip gloss (2.5 gr)
Eyecon Eye Cream (2.5 gr)
benetint (2.5 ml)
SKAG (2.2 gr)
In realness of concealness includes:
Boi-ing Concealer (1.2 g)
High Beam (2.5 gr)
Lemon Aid (1.0 gr) Lip Plump
(2.5 gr)
Ooh La Lift (2.5 gr)
Have you also benefit those kits? 
Are Fake it for me the mini kit from Benefit. I'm justine case and realness of concealness and I always notice how handy they are. Just when you travel a lot you have the most important Helfelein always there. It was also cool because they have the same dimensions, one can mix the small "bottle" variable. So depending on what way it need. I am waiting eagerly to the new "Finding Mr. Brightside" Kit ...
California Kissin 'lip gloss (2.5 gr)
Eyecon Eye Cream (2.5 gr)
benetint (2.5 ml)
SKAG (2.2 gr)
In realness of concealness includes:
Boi-ing Concealer (1.2 g)
High Beam (2.5 gr)
Lemon Aid (1.0 gr) Lip Plump
(2.5 gr)
Ooh La Lift (2.5 gr)
Friday, March 4, 2011
Canon Pixma Ip5200r Windows 7
Austin Reconsidered
My second stint in Austin is over. I was only there for two weeks this time around, but seeing how many people I knew there before showing up, it really was like going back to an old life once more. For better and for worse. Mais peu importe...
Steven Erlanger in Beyond Paradise and Power has a great quote on Germans in particular and Europeans in general who ' seem to live in a postwar, postconflict geopolitical fantasyland, where the greatest threat to existence, it seems, is the mixing of green glass with brown .' Maybe, but my argument would in fact be that sociologically and culturally speaking it is Americans who live in a consumer fantasyland where the the greatest threat to fast, mind-numbing, and - contradictorily in way, I know - safe fun is reality. Actually, let me rephrase that, it's not Americans in general of course, but rather it's economic middle class. While those at the bottom might strive for this utopian consumer culture, they are far removed from ever attaining it. I've talked about the mind-numbing aspect of this and coupled with Hartmut Rosa's theories that makes for a worrying development (as far as I am concerned and may normatively state that here). Yet, this time around, let's focus on the utopian character of American life.
This plays out in a number of ways. Living downtown Austin, I had the privilege of shopping daily in a gigantic, expensive supermarket boasting numerous food counters, a myriad of regular and rare healthy groceries and a classy outdoor seating area. It's a little island of safety, organic food and well-meaning people. The food is healthy and far less meat-heavy than the regular American diet, employees are genuinely nice, and the whole place is reeking of healthy and content individuals imagining themselves to save the world while they are busy shopping, sipping a buffalo grass milk shake. If you sit outside, you will be exposed to ever-present loudspeakers blasting muzak, a fake stream beneath fake, metal palms that are shielding the seating area. It's one of the best examples of the pretense of an ideal, problem-less, capitalist world I have ever seen. Hands down. Note, that one of the biggest aspects of this fantasyland is its exclusion of the outside world though. Thus, there are no poor people to distract you from your food, the music outside coupled with the lights and the fake stream allow you to enjoy the evening breeze without really being exposed to nature. It's the the sophisticated hippie's equivalent of riding a 4x4 in the wild and savage nature.
These attempts at de-naturizing outside areas are in fact the most fascinating and interesting part of middle-class Austin existence (that I noticed this time around in any case). My apartment building had a big patio to be used by all inhabitants of the building. It consisted of a fake waterfall, leading to a pool, ever-present (and always running) fans, lights and muzak impossible to turn off (trust me, I tried), and two couch areas centered around two big flat-screen TVs constantly blaring (except when I turned them off). What's the point? Well, you can meet with your friends watch TV, hang out and drink beers. Sounds like fun? Of course, but that's kind of the point. It's another example of how fun is to a large extent defined by cutting yourself from the outside world aka reality.
Now, the ironic thing for me is that I love being in the US of course. Yet, what I adore about it, is not the clean-cut world of the interchangeable department stores and food chains (that bore me to death). Nor the bars, playing their music too loud, offering cheap crappy bear and a chance at a busty blonde who is as unique in her going-out version (because ironically she could be interesting during the day) as the aforementioned food chains, these don't even bore me to some extent I abhor them. No what I like about the US in general and Austin in particular are the run-down, dirty places. The unsigned, badly paid musicians who rock a joint somewhere far away from 6th Street. The Hispanic only bars where communication in English becomes difficult. The basketball courts dominated by economically disadvantaged African-Americans who play ball all day, drink beer, smoke weed, have their wives and kids with them and talk shit to anyone currently playing especially if he is white. The conversations on American literature and the dirty undercurrent of American politics and history (Texas fought for slavery twice!). The fast-running banter Between Friends Used to One Another in a mocking way That Would Be regarded impolite at best in MOST of Europe .... In one sentence
: I Will Never Understand this desire to exclude oneself from the Outside world and immerse oneself Into this clean, safe, interchangeable burn fantasyland That Makes up everyday life for MOST middle-class Americans and for Much Is A Dream Of The Rest of the population.
Steven Erlanger in Beyond Paradise and Power has a great quote on Germans in particular and Europeans in general who ' seem to live in a postwar, postconflict geopolitical fantasyland, where the greatest threat to existence, it seems, is the mixing of green glass with brown .' Maybe, but my argument would in fact be that sociologically and culturally speaking it is Americans who live in a consumer fantasyland where the the greatest threat to fast, mind-numbing, and - contradictorily in way, I know - safe fun is reality. Actually, let me rephrase that, it's not Americans in general of course, but rather it's economic middle class. While those at the bottom might strive for this utopian consumer culture, they are far removed from ever attaining it. I've talked about the mind-numbing aspect of this and coupled with Hartmut Rosa's theories that makes for a worrying development (as far as I am concerned and may normatively state that here). Yet, this time around, let's focus on the utopian character of American life.
This plays out in a number of ways. Living downtown Austin, I had the privilege of shopping daily in a gigantic, expensive supermarket boasting numerous food counters, a myriad of regular and rare healthy groceries and a classy outdoor seating area. It's a little island of safety, organic food and well-meaning people. The food is healthy and far less meat-heavy than the regular American diet, employees are genuinely nice, and the whole place is reeking of healthy and content individuals imagining themselves to save the world while they are busy shopping, sipping a buffalo grass milk shake. If you sit outside, you will be exposed to ever-present loudspeakers blasting muzak, a fake stream beneath fake, metal palms that are shielding the seating area. It's one of the best examples of the pretense of an ideal, problem-less, capitalist world I have ever seen. Hands down. Note, that one of the biggest aspects of this fantasyland is its exclusion of the outside world though. Thus, there are no poor people to distract you from your food, the music outside coupled with the lights and the fake stream allow you to enjoy the evening breeze without really being exposed to nature. It's the the sophisticated hippie's equivalent of riding a 4x4 in the wild and savage nature.
These attempts at de-naturizing outside areas are in fact the most fascinating and interesting part of middle-class Austin existence (that I noticed this time around in any case). My apartment building had a big patio to be used by all inhabitants of the building. It consisted of a fake waterfall, leading to a pool, ever-present (and always running) fans, lights and muzak impossible to turn off (trust me, I tried), and two couch areas centered around two big flat-screen TVs constantly blaring (except when I turned them off). What's the point? Well, you can meet with your friends watch TV, hang out and drink beers. Sounds like fun? Of course, but that's kind of the point. It's another example of how fun is to a large extent defined by cutting yourself from the outside world aka reality.
Now, the ironic thing for me is that I love being in the US of course. Yet, what I adore about it, is not the clean-cut world of the interchangeable department stores and food chains (that bore me to death). Nor the bars, playing their music too loud, offering cheap crappy bear and a chance at a busty blonde who is as unique in her going-out version (because ironically she could be interesting during the day) as the aforementioned food chains, these don't even bore me to some extent I abhor them. No what I like about the US in general and Austin in particular are the run-down, dirty places. The unsigned, badly paid musicians who rock a joint somewhere far away from 6th Street. The Hispanic only bars where communication in English becomes difficult. The basketball courts dominated by economically disadvantaged African-Americans who play ball all day, drink beer, smoke weed, have their wives and kids with them and talk shit to anyone currently playing especially if he is white. The conversations on American literature and the dirty undercurrent of American politics and history (Texas fought for slavery twice!). The fast-running banter Between Friends Used to One Another in a mocking way That Would Be regarded impolite at best in MOST of Europe .... In one sentence
: I Will Never Understand this desire to exclude oneself from the Outside world and immerse oneself Into this clean, safe, interchangeable burn fantasyland That Makes up everyday life for MOST middle-class Americans and for Much Is A Dream Of The Rest of the population.
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