So, wie es derzeit aussieht: Passend zu meiner Stimmung, garniert mit ein wenig Restoptimismus (Song written by L. Cohen)

Democracy

It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on ...

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Einer der eifrigsten Besucher, Kommentierer und Verbreiter der Beiträge aus diesem Blog (anderswo nennt man diese Leute "Muhezzin" ;-) hat nun selber einen Blog eröffnet: Immo, seit geraumer Zeit vorwiegend im salzburgischen auf der Suche nach seinen Ahnen mit dem Namen "Burgstahler" oder "Burgstaller". Seine Vorfahren sind wohl den vermaledeiten Protestantenvertreibungen etwa im Jahr 1685 zum Opfer gefallen.

Ich finde seinen Ahnenblog deshalb interessant, weil er für mich als in Salzburg Lebender viele interessante Informationen enthält und weil er zeigt, wozu man ein Blog auch verwenden kann. Erst seit 10 Tagen online, hat Immo bereits eine Unmenge an Material zusammengetragen. Wer sich auch für Ahnenforschung interessiert, möge in der "Ahnen-Burg" mal vorbeischauen, da kann man sich von der methodischen Herangehensweise Einiges abschauen.

Im Grunde bewegen nur zwei Fragen die Menschheit: Wie hat alles angefangen und wie wird alles enden? (Stephen Hawking)