if this has been done without Ai, it is a major blow against the orange face loser.


jeffrey epstein was an intelligent person, with a solid science background. apart from that he, of course, was a criminal. the epstein files, released in january 2026, contain hundreds of photos, most of them depicting high society „jet set“ life. you have to be patiently searching to find images like these: epstein on the massage table, certainly not sleeping.


ghislaine maxwell was his spouse. she frequently travelled with epstein, shot thousands of photos, had access to his houses, helped him find young girls for his sexual desires. she could fly helicopters. the photo on the left was redacted by the → DOJ. the photo on the right is from a series of shots on epstein’s plane.


this is my 6th „album“. a collection of 17 songs with english vocals, drums, guitars etc. it’s on iTunes, spotify, youtube and several other platforms.

ich habe dazu einen wikipedia-artikel geschrieben: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Ameise_(Oper)

in 1973 donald trump was 27 years young and under his father’s thumb: fred c. trump. the kid followed his father’s racism. the new york times article above demostrates this quite well. the son reacted to the injunction:
„They are absolutely ridiculous. […] There have been a number of local actions against us, and we’ve won them all.“
instead of asking what might have been wrong, he went straight into attack mode. just like today.
in 1950 the left wing protest singer woody guthrie („this land is my land“) rented an apartment owned by fred trump. trump had coined the building „beach haven“. to woody guthrie it was „bitch haven“. he wrote:
Beach Haven ain't my home!
I just cain't pay this rent!
My money's down the drain!
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven looks like heaven
Where no black ones come to roam!
No, no, no! Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain't my home!
this Ai image is great. i wanted two people in focus, walking down 5th avenue in new york. i also demanded a photo with very shallow depth of field. well done.
with, luckily, a few flaws. depth of field would keep the legs of the two in focus, and everthing further back out of focus. optically it does not make sense to have two areas of sharpness. another flaw has to do with text. the taxi on the right has nonsense on its roof.
in a further attempt i wanted this image to be animated. this works well. the traffic jam make the cars stand still; one car moves a bit. the closer the two people get to the „camera“ the more puppet-like they look.
someone commented that the woman somehow lost her handbag. true!

i met her on a train to rome / when the train crossed the alpes / i thought about talking with her / i lost her on a train to rome / i guess she changed the coach / some else was sitting on my lap

hintergrundinfos über den inhalt und die entstehung des buchs: https://youtu.be/fqBUxcq25M8
die erste geschichte, vorgetragen von mir: “Der Welt-Raum und die Hexe”
https://youtu.be/IGmXvITCBmQ

this instrumental can be used for meditation or clubbing. in fact it contains – apart from several other instrumants – a tuba and a fender stratocaster guitar.

Our times are different / Your time is not my time / Sometimes our times do meet
When I’m in the mood for love / And you are in the mood for love / We can make love
The wind blows the roof off / The tea is getting cold
It is the beginning of a settlement / The first settlement in a very long time / When things are settled / We can go on with our lives
Now we walk hand in hand / Down the road / To the other part of town
The wind blows the roof off / The tea is getting cold


We walked along the empty beach
Tree trunks and torn-up grass
Not a word passed our lips
Only the wind, the wind
Not a word passed our lips
Only the sand, the sand
When evening comes
And lies down with us in bed
We say adieu, my friend
We’ll see each other in another land
Not a word passed our lips
Then the sun came out
We looked at each other
We looked around
We had not fallen asleep here
The night had brought us here
Outside, no wind, no sand, no beach
Just you and me

You wandered through the grass
on which snow grew
A unicorn wobbled over the fence
The wren cried “Alarm”
No sun, only the moon
Then Bernhard came round the corner
A fast runner he was
But slow in old age
With heavy books in his sack
Salzburg is not my favourite city
In fact I hate Salzburg
That bloated confectioner’s little town
With the wretched violin teacher
And the beautiful English teacher
Lessons paid for by my grandfather
The teacher, shortly before the English lesson,
Was struck by an aerial bomb
It was the autumn of 1944
Yet everyone thought the confectioner’s town
Was of no interest to the bombers
I owe you nothing
in der zweiten hälfte 1945 hatten die siegermächte die fast vollständige kontrolle über das ehemalige hitler-deutschland. in vielen landkreisen gab es bekanntmachungen wie hier im kreis höxter. bei nichtbefolgen von anordnungen drohten strafen „mit ausnahme der todesstrafe“, wie es hier heißt. im obigen abschnitt sind NS-angehörige sehr detailliert aufgelistet, deren vermögen eingezogen wurde. position 39 übrigens die funktionäre des reichsrundfunks. der zeitungsauschnitt wird durch anklicken schön groß und gut lesbar.

als sich die mobilen telefone in europa verbreiteten, griff ich das thema der netzsuche in form eine glosse für den deutschlandfunk auf. sie lief ca. 2001 in der reihe „das digitale logbuch„:

how intelligent and poetic:
The woman I’m thinking of, she loved me all up
But I’m so down today
neil young, as a young man, 1972. great song, great lyrics.
hier sind drei dokumente, die den transport von häftlingen im KZ buchenwald nach köln betreffen. sie befinden sich im arolsen-archiv. das erste dokument kommt aus belgien nach der niederlage von hitler-deutschland. die beiden anderen dokumente enthalten konkrete namen. mehr zu dem thema im wikipedia-artikel über das thema.




… because they cannot really leave each other.
We said we’d call it quits last night / But you’re here again come morning light / Coffee’s cold, the talk runs thin / We start it over where we’ve always been
Your coat’s still hangin’ by the door / My shoes still find your side of the floor / No thunder rollin’, no one to blame / Just two hearts still playin’ their game
So we’ll keep talkin’ half the night / Till silence feels about right / Coffee’s cold, the talk runs thin / We start it over where we’ve always been
Your coat’s still hangin’ by the door
We can’t unwind this line / Can’t draw that border line / We step apart, then fall in place/ Still sharing time and space