Striking: Dear Simone Dietz, you probably didn't realize until Sunday morning that the SonntagsBlick's picture editor had
who were apparently not entirely voluntarily promoted to "Page 8 girls." I don't think I'm wrong in assuming that her candid statement about her connection to Nissan and her belly button piercing played a major role in her being chosen as a...
have apparently not quite voluntarily been promoted to Page 8 girl. I don't think I'm wrong in assuming that your open-hearted statement about your Nissan connection and your belly piercing contributed significantly to your being chosen as the lead image for a multi-page car story. The half-opened pants can't be the reason, because they have nothing to do with car sales. Or does it? You deliver what you promise and therefore go home in the evening with a clear conscience. Aha! And what is the significance of the trouser door on your jeans? Do you want the people interested in Nissan to be more concerned with your lower belly than with the color of the car upholstery? Or do you rather want to demonstrate the proven heating system of the new Nissan models? I'm freezing at the sight, though. But as we all know, when you're young you still do a lot of things with a clear conscience. You believe in the Easter Bunny, in Prince Charming and in the selling power of cellulite-free belly zones. Yours, Chandra Kurt
Column: Carne valeBy Martin Lanz
What distinguishes humans from animals is their knowledge of finiteness. One day we learn that we have to die. Carne vale. Snug corpse, pass away. From that point on, we are subject to the compulsion to make something of our lives. We have role models, after all. And time is short.
One of them starts smoking, for example. Has role models. Stinks all his life as a smoker. Says it's fun. If you say it's even more fun not to be a slave, to have fresh breath, to feel what you eat and drink, and to try it out, you learn the truth: you can't be without it. Fun as compulsion. That's where the fun stops.
A very gifted advertiser has opened an excellent agency. He got a lot of fame and money. But that was not enough. You have to become something. So you go to Vienna. To Berlin. Misses the little family because of all the work. You learn about defeat. You are forced not to give up. After all, you have role models.
A gifted advertiser now also wants to know. The Lanz store will finally open in the middle of the year. Danielle will be successful. There is hardly anything better in this country. Will Danielle also be happy? Every weekend in the office. Night shift. Hardly any vacations. Whoever writes this knows why he's writing it. And suddenly you're no longer young. But rich. Do rich people die happier?
This year's advertiser is a genius if only because he balances idleness and creativity so well. Will he keep it up? Or will he one day turn gray in his own pad? And bury all his dreams in lush balance sheets?
Why do we love unhappiness? Why are even those who call themselves creative subject to the compulsion to sacrifice their lives for work instead of devoting themselves to life? Because that's how it works: The car with gasoline, the streetcar with electricity, the human being with coal.
Language watcher: Free translationFree translation
I put a few key phrases of pop history through the internet translation wringer (various translation engines):
Tonight's the night, we make history.
Tonight's the night, we make history.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.
The answer is blowing in the wind.
The answer, my friend blowing in the wind.
The answer blows in the wind.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
Freedom is just another word to lose nothing to the left.
It's only rock and roll, but I like it!
It's just rock and roll, but I like it!
Yesterday, all my trouble seemed so far away.
Yesterday, all my difficulty seemed so removed.
Let's spend the night together,
Now I need you more than ever ...
Let's spend the night together.
Now I need you more than ever....
Is it better to burn out than to fade away?
Is it better to burn out than wither away?
Come together!
Come together!
We will we will rock you!
We will rock you!
Rock against right
Skirt against to the right
All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
We gotta get out of this place.
We, Gotta get off this place.
Take a walk on the wild side.
Take a walk on the wild side.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
And she buys a staircase to heaven.
Beat Gloor, www.textcontrol.ch
Column: Carne valeBy Martin Lanz
What distinguishes humans from animals is their knowledge of finiteness. One day we learn that we have to die. Carne vale. Snug corpse, pass away. From that point on, we are subject to the compulsion to make something of our lives. We have role models, after all. And time is short.
One of them starts smoking, for example. Has role models. Stinks all his life as a smoker. Says it's fun. If you say it's even more fun not to be a slave, to have fresh breath, to feel what you eat and drink, and to try it out, you learn the truth: you can't be without it. Fun as compulsion. That's where the fun stops.
A very gifted advertiser has opened an excellent agency. He got a lot of fame and money. But that was not enough. You have to become something. So you go to Vienna. To Berlin. Misses the little family because of all the work. You learn about defeat. You are forced not to give up. After all, you have role models.
A gifted advertiser now also wants to know. The Lanz store will finally open in the middle of the year. Danielle will be successful. There is hardly anything better in this country. Will Danielle also be happy? Every weekend in the office. Night shift. Hardly any vacations. Whoever writes this knows why he's writing it. And suddenly you're no longer young. But rich. Do rich people die happier?
This year's advertiser is a genius if only because he balances idleness and creativity so well. Will he keep it up? Or will he one day turn gray in his own pad? And bury all his dreams in lush balance sheets?
Why do we love unhappiness? Why are even those who call themselves creative subject to the compulsion to sacrifice their lives for work instead of devoting themselves to life? Because that's how it works: The car with gasoline, the streetcar with electricity, the human being with coal.
Language watcher: Free translationFree translation
I put a few key phrases of pop history through the internet translation wringer (various translation engines):
Tonight's the night, we make history.
Tonight's the night, we make history.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.
The answer is blowing in the wind.
The answer, my friend blowing in the wind.
The answer blows in the wind.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
Freedom is just another word to lose nothing to the left.
It's only rock and roll, but I like it!
It's just rock and roll, but I like it!
Yesterday, all my trouble seemed so far away.
Yesterday, all my difficulty seemed so removed.
Let's spend the night together,
Now I need you more than ever ...
Let's spend the night together.
Now I need you more than ever....
Is it better to burn out than to fade away?
Is it better to burn out than wither away?
Come together!
Come together!
We will we will rock you!
We will rock you!
Rock against right
Skirt against to the right
All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
We gotta get out of this place.
We, Gotta get off this place.
Take a walk on the wild side.
Take a walk on the wild side.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
And she buys a staircase to heaven.
Beat Gloor, www.textcontrol.ch
