Tag Archives: Georg

The man who wasn’t Georg

Posted on April 24, 2010 by eyal

There is this man, and contrary to me wanting him to have been Georg, he wasn’t. He was German… from Munch in fact… in fact he was even from Bobingen before Munch. He had a way of starting a sentence … Continue reading →

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A toast.

Posted on April 20, 2010 by hp

A toast to my friend. A toast to a good man. A toast to a warrior of light. A toast to all of you who venture to live your dreams. It seems today is that day. I am so happy … Continue reading →

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This is my life.

Posted on April 7, 2010 by hp

Sleeping ’til the sun is high in the sky. Dreaming about the future. Eating breakfast with the best girl I know while reading the paper. Working on incredible, fantastic, boring, exciting, exhausting and extremely challenging projects. All of them at … Continue reading →

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to blog or not to blog

Posted on February 22, 2010 by eyal

That really is the question. I think the problem I’ve had lately with the blog is that I haven’t been sure what has been ‘appropriate blog material’. I feel that as the conversations sort of took off on a level … Continue reading →

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It’s the experience that counts… isn’t it?

Posted on June 27, 2009 by eyal

For our readers who didn’t get the reference, the title of this post was also the title of Georg’s Dissertation (or FRP for some). For my FRP I wrote about haitian and african trances and the methods of entering them, without ever … Continue reading →

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You can’t play on broken strings…

Posted on June 7, 2009 by georg

… that is certainly true. When you have a guitar and the strings are broken it becomes rather difficult to play a tune – or at least to play an harmonic one. My guitar is my life and the strings … Continue reading →

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A train ride.

Posted on May 22, 2009 by hp

5 friends. On a train back to the city of their destiny, fate perhaps, important at least. A train that doesn’t really go where it should go. 5 friends, together again, never lost, never forgotten, but far apart for a … Continue reading →

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