Monty Python, auf Deutsch.
Listen: Which German words don't quite match the translation.
Was denkt ihr davon?
Etwas altmodisch schon, nicht wahr? (Do you too find this a bit dated already? Or is it still F U N N Y ?)
Showing posts with label sexuality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexuality. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Celebrating Carl Djerassi (1924 -2015)
From Associated Press
SAN FRANCISCO (AP) — Carl Djerassi, the chemist widely considered the father of the birth control pill, has died.
Djerrasi died of complications of cancer Friday in his San Francisco home, Stanford University spokesman Dan Stober said. He was 91.
Djerassi, a professor emeritus of chemistry at Stanford, was most famous for leading a research team in Mexico City that in 1951 developed norethindrone, a synthetic molecule that became a key component of the first birth control pill.
"The pill" as it came to be known radically transformed sexual practices and women's lives. The pill gave women more control over their fertility than they had ever had before and permanently put doctors — who previously didn't see contraceptives as part of their job — in the birth control picture.
In his book, "This Man's Pill," Djerassi said the invention also changed his life, making him more interested in how science affects society.
In 1969, he submitted a public policy article about the global implications of U.S. contraceptive research, according to the Stanford News Service. In 1970, he published another article about the feasibility of a birth control pill for men. "The thoughts behind these two public policy articles had convinced me that politics, rather than science, would play the dominant role in shaping the future of human birth control," he wrote.
Later in life, Djerassi, a native of Austria who came to the U.S. in 1939 with his mother, wrote poems, short stories and plays.
He used stock earnings from the company that made the pill to help collect Paul Klee art work, which he donated to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, the San Francisco Chronicle reported.
"Carl Djerassi is probably the greatest chemist our department ever had," Richard N. Zare, the Marguerite Blake Wilbur Professor in Natural Science at Stanford, said in an obituary released by the university. "I know of no person in the world who combined the mastery of science with literary talent as Carl Djerassi."
"He also is the only person, to my knowledge, to receive from President Nixon the National Medal of Science and to be named on Nixon's blacklist in the same year," Zare added.
"Carl did many things in his life — he was a true Renaissance man and scholar," Philip Darney, a contraceptive scientist and director of the University of California, San Francisco's Bixby Center for Global Reproductive Health, told the Chronicle.
--My original post: 2015: 6. Februar: "Mutter der Pille" gestorben
Djerrasi died of complications of cancer Friday in his San Francisco home, Stanford University spokesman Dan Stober said. He was 91.
Djerassi, a professor emeritus of chemistry at Stanford, was most famous for leading a research team in Mexico City that in 1951 developed norethindrone, a synthetic molecule that became a key component of the first birth control pill.
"The pill" as it came to be known radically transformed sexual practices and women's lives. The pill gave women more control over their fertility than they had ever had before and permanently put doctors — who previously didn't see contraceptives as part of their job — in the birth control picture.
In his book, "This Man's Pill," Djerassi said the invention also changed his life, making him more interested in how science affects society.
In 1969, he submitted a public policy article about the global implications of U.S. contraceptive research, according to the Stanford News Service. In 1970, he published another article about the feasibility of a birth control pill for men. "The thoughts behind these two public policy articles had convinced me that politics, rather than science, would play the dominant role in shaping the future of human birth control," he wrote.
Later in life, Djerassi, a native of Austria who came to the U.S. in 1939 with his mother, wrote poems, short stories and plays.
He used stock earnings from the company that made the pill to help collect Paul Klee art work, which he donated to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, the San Francisco Chronicle reported.
"Carl Djerassi is probably the greatest chemist our department ever had," Richard N. Zare, the Marguerite Blake Wilbur Professor in Natural Science at Stanford, said in an obituary released by the university. "I know of no person in the world who combined the mastery of science with literary talent as Carl Djerassi."
"He also is the only person, to my knowledge, to receive from President Nixon the National Medal of Science and to be named on Nixon's blacklist in the same year," Zare added.
"Carl did many things in his life — he was a true Renaissance man and scholar," Philip Darney, a contraceptive scientist and director of the University of California, San Francisco's Bixby Center for Global Reproductive Health, told the Chronicle.
--My original post: 2015: 6. Februar: "Mutter der Pille" gestorben
Am 30. Januar starb Carl Djerassi, der
österreichisch-amerikanische Chemiker (chemist), Schriftsteller (author) und
Kunstmäzen (patron of the arts).
Er wurde für die Entwicklung der ersten Antibabypille bekannt, die - wie er sagte - richtig Anti-Unerwünschtes-Baby-Pille heißen sollte.
Seine Pille ebnete den Weg zur sexuellen Revolution Anfang der 60er Jahre.
Seine wichtigsten Themen waren:
"Djerassi verdient ein Denkmal!
(This man deserves a statue in his honor....
Die Pille ist ein Meilenstein in der Geschichte der Emanzipation der Frauen."
... The Anti-Baby-Pill is a milestone in the history of the emancipation of women.)
Er wurde für die Entwicklung der ersten Antibabypille bekannt, die - wie er sagte - richtig Anti-Unerwünschtes-Baby-Pille heißen sollte.
Seine Pille ebnete den Weg zur sexuellen Revolution Anfang der 60er Jahre.
Seine wichtigsten Themen waren:
- die Trennung von Sex und Fortpflanzung,
- die Entwicklung der Reproduktionsmedizin von der Pille über die künstliche Befruchtung bis hin zum Einfrieren der Eizellen (social freezing).
"Djerassi verdient ein Denkmal!
(This man deserves a statue in his honor....
Die Pille ist ein Meilenstein in der Geschichte der Emanzipation der Frauen."
... The Anti-Baby-Pill is a milestone in the history of the emancipation of women.)
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Marcus Weibusch und Fußball und Leben
Das neuste Step Into German Lied ist 9 Minuten lang -- und wird bald einen Film werden.
Das Geld hat Marcus Weibusch schon in der Tasche.
Der Tag wird kommen
Hier ist der Songtext -- auf Deutsch und dann auf Englisch.
Das Geld hat Marcus Weibusch schon in der Tasche.
Der Tag wird kommen
Hier ist der Songtext -- auf Deutsch und dann auf Englisch.
Refrain: Und der Tag wird kommen,
An
dem wir alle unsere Gläser heben,
Durch
die Decke schweben,
Mit
'nem Toast den hochleben lassen,
Auf
den ersten, der’s packt,
Den
Mutigsten von allen,
Der
erste, der’s schafft.
Es
wird der Tag sein, an dem wir
Die
Liebe, die Freiheit und das Leben feiern.
Jeder
liebt den, den er will
Und
der Rest bleibt still.
Ein
Tag, als hätte man gewonnen,
Dieser
Tag wird kommen
Dieser Tag wird kommen, jeder
Fortschritt wurde immer erkämpft,
Ganz egal, wie lang es dauert.
Was der Bauer nicht kennt,
Nicht weiß, wird immer erstmal
abgelehnt,
Und auf den Barrikaden die
Gedanken und Ideen,
Dass das Nötige möglich ist.
Wie Freiheit und Gleichheit,
Dass nichts wirklich unmöglich
und in Stein gemeißelt ist.
Bis einer vortritt: “Schluss
jetzt mit Feigheit“.
Geschichte ist Fortschritt im
Bewusstsein der Freiheit,
Wir den aufrechten Gang haben,
Nicht mehr in Höhlen wohnen,
Nicht mehr die Keulen
schwingen, Leute umbringen,
Nicht umherstreifen in kleinen
Herden,
Weil Menschen nicht ewig
homophobe Vollidioten bleiben werden
Refrain:
A-Jugend Leistungsklasse. Wilhelmsburg-Süd.
Ein verschworener Haufen und einer machte den
Unterschied.
Mit so viel mehr Talent und mit mehr Willen als alle.
„Oh, das wird mal ein Profi“, stolz wussten wir das
alle.
U17, U19, Hamburger Auswahl.
Bei fast jedem Heimspiel: Mehrere Scouts da.
Nur eine Frage der Zeit bis das Angebot kam.
1. Liga, drei Jahre und ein Traum wurde wahr,
Und am Abend des Deals, als wir es krachen lassen
wollten,
Er sich uns anvertraute und sich nichts ändern sollte,
Refrain:
Denn die einen ahnten es, den anderen war es längst
klar,
manche wussten es schon, es war uns allen egal.
Es war uns vollkommen egal, ob er straight oder schwul
war.
Wir spielten zusammen seit der F- Jugend Fußball,
Eine Gang, ein Team, ein „You never walk alone“.
So wurd’s beigebracht, so wird es jetzt gemacht, mein
Sohn.
Dann besoffene Tränen und die große Erleichterung,
Dieser Tag kommt aus genau dem gleichen Grund:
Weil wir Menschen nicht danach bewerten, wen sie lieben,
Ihr Sex ihre Sache ist und sie es nicht verdienen,
Von den Dümmsten der Dummen beurteilt zu werden.
Um von ihnen dann verurteilt zu werden,
Und er nahm seinen Traum, zog in die fremde Stadt,
Und wir behielten sein Geheimnis,
Blieben zurück und in Kontakt.
Refrain:
Nicht den Anschein erwecken in der großen Maskerade.
Agenturen stellen die Freundin und besorgen die Fassade.
Die gestellten Urlaubsfotos und den öffentlichen
Auftritt,
Warten, bis die ganz Scheiße auffliegt.
Nicht den Anschein erwecken, auf dem Feld härter
spielen,
Zehn Gelbe, zwei Rote Karten und die auch verdienen.
Du kennst mich, ich war nie ein unfairer Spieler,
Und jetzt gelt ich als der Treter der Liga.
Du weißt nicht, wie das ist, wenn man immer eine Maske
trägt,
Immer aufpassen muss, wer man ist, wie man lebt.
Permanent, eigentlich die ganze Zeit, Angst
Und du spielst in dem Mist dann, so gut wie du kannst.
Und der sehnliche Wunsch. Und die Frage, wie es wäre,
Jetzt ein anderer zu sein, hier mit dieser Karriere,
Wenn ich es ändern könnte, dieses traurige Leben
Für mein Fühlen nie entschieden und so ist es eben.
Wir waren zusammen in Stadien, vor ca. 20 Jahren,
Als sie farbige Spieler mit Bananen beworfen haben.
Dann die Affenlaute bei jeder Ball-Berührung.
Diese Zeiten sind vorbei und keine glückliche Fügung,
Sondern Fortschritt, Veränderung, wir sind auf dem Weg
Außenminister, Popstars, Rugby-Spieler zeigen, dass es
geht.
Früher undenkbar, heute normal.
Ich wette, 90 % ist es egal.
Und dann erinnere dich an die Erleichterung, als es raus
war,
Wie dein Herz zersprang, als die Wörter rauskamen.
Die finden das zwei Wochen spannend.
Und der Spuk ist verschwunden
Und du hättest deinen Frieden gefunden.
Kein Verein will den Rummel. Kein Team den Alarm
Und der Vertrag, den ich hab, geht so schnell wie er
kam.
Das kann keiner absehen, wann der Sturm losbricht
Und der Sturm wird kommen, ob man will oder nicht.
Du bis dann der Erste, der Homo, der Freak.
Es gibt dann keinen, der in dir nur noch den Fußballer
sieht.
Aber ja, es wird besser und der Tag ist in Sicht.
Einer wird es schaffen, aber ich bin es nicht.
Es ist deine Entscheidung,
Ganz egal, wer was sagt,
Beim Abschied geflüstert: „with hope in your heart“.
Noch Einigkeit erzielt, dass der Tag kommen wird
Und das nächste Heimspiel wohl gewonnen wird.
Auf dem Nachhauseweg
Dieser eine Gedanke
Und fast schon ein Lächeln
All ihr homophoben Vollidioten, all ihr dummen Hater
All ihr Forums-Vollschreiber, all ihr Schreibtischtäter
All ihr miesen Kleingeister mit Wachstumsschmerzen
All ihr Bibel-Zitierer mit euerm Hass im Herzen
All ihr Funktionäre mit dem gemeinsamen Nenner
All ihr harten Herdentiere, all ihr echten Männer
Kommt zusammen und bildet eine Front
Und dann seht zu, was kommt.
Refrain:
THE DAY WILL COME…
Chorus: And
the day will come
When we all will raise our
glasses
Float through the ceiling
Celebrate the one by raising a
toast
On the first one who makes it
The bravest of all
The first one who makes it
This will be the day when we
Celebrate love, liberty and
life
Everyone loves who he wants
And the rest remains silent
A day, as if we had won
This day will come
This day will come, every progress was always
hard-earned
No matter how long it will take. Some people won't eat
anything
They've never seen before, they’ll reject it for now
And on the barricades the thoughts and ideas
That the necessary is possible.
Like freedom and equality
That nothing is really impossible and written in stone
Until one goes forward: „Enough now with this gutlessness“
History is progress in the knowledge of freedom
Us having the upright walk
Not living in caves anymore
Not swinging the club anymore, killing people
Not roaming in little herds
Because people will not stay forever homophobic morons
Chorus
U19 team, elite division, Wilhelmsburg South
An inseparable bunch and one of them made the difference
With so much more talent and more will than all of us
„Oh, he will be a pro“, proudly we all knew that
U17, U19, Hamburg’s select team
At almost every home match: several scouts there
Just a question of time until the offer came First
Division,
three years and a dream came true
And on the evening of the deal, when we wanted to go
wild
He opened up to us and nothing should change
Because some had a hunch, others sensed it
Some already knew and nobody cared
Nobody cared if he was straight or gay
We played soccer together since the U8
One gang, one team, one: ‚you never walk alone’
That’s how it was taught, that’s how we do it, my son
Then drunk tears and the big relief
This day comes for the exact same reason:
Because we do not judge people by who they love
Their sex is their business and they do not deserve
To get judged by the dumbest of the dumb
To then get convicted by them
And he took his dream, moved to the foreign city
And we kept his secret
Stayed back and in contact.
Chorus:
Not to give the impression in the big masquerade
Agencies supply the girlfriend and provide the facade
The posed vacation pictures and the public appearances
To wait for the whole shit to blow up
Not to give the impression, play harder on the field
Ten yellow, two red cards and they are deserved
You know me, I was never an unfair player
Now I’m considered the dirtiest player of the league
You don’t know what it feels like to wear a mask the
whole time
Always pay attention to who you are, how to live
Permanent, actually the whole time, fear
And you play in this stuff as well as you can
And the avid desire. And the question how it might be,
To be someone else now, here with this career
If I could change it, this sad life
I’ve never decided to feel this way, that’s just how it
is.
We were in stadiums together, about 20 years ago
When they pelted colored players with bananas
Then the monkey sounds at each touch of the ball
These days are over and no lucky coincidence
But rather progress, change, we’re on our way
Foreign Ministers, pop stars, rugby players
show that it’s possible
Unthinkable in the past, normal today
I bet 90% don’t care
And then remember the relief when it was out
How your heart shattered, when the words came out
They find it interesting for two weeks. And the
nightmare is over.
And you would have found your peace
No club wants the hype. No team the alarm
And the contract that I have goes as fast as it came
Nobody can tell, when the storm breaks out
And the storm will come, whether you like it or not
You’ll be the first one, the homo, the freak
No one will only see the soccer player in you
But yes, it’s getting better and the day is in sight
One will do it, but it won’t be me
It's your decision
No matter who says what
Whispered when saying goodbye:
"With hope in your heart"
We agreed that the day will come
And the next home game will probably be won
On the way home
This one thought
And almost a smile
All you homophobic morons, all you stupid haters
All you busy forum writers, all you armchair critics
All you lousy little minds with growth pains
All you that quote from the bible with hate in your
hearts
All you officials with the common denominator
All you tough herd animals, all you real men
Come together and form a front
And then see what comes.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Herzlich willkommen nach Hause, Königin der Herzen, Conchita Wurst
Bei einem freien Konzert in Wien Ballhausplatz-
1. Do You Believe in Life After Love (No Matter How Hard I Try, There's No Talking To You..I really don't think I'm strong enough..)
2. That's My Destiny (Conchita's 2012 Eurovision Song attempt, in which she placed 2nd in Austria)
3. Rise Like a Phoenix (Europe's 2014 Eurovision's Top Song)
4. My Heart Will Go On (This song changed Conchita's life)
Der Sieg der Freiheit, der Offenheit, der Toleranz...was Tom Neuwirth vom Anfang an gekämpft hat.
Und ist Conchita plötzlich eine Politikerin?
1. Do You Believe in Life After Love (No Matter How Hard I Try, There's No Talking To You..I really don't think I'm strong enough..)
2. That's My Destiny (Conchita's 2012 Eurovision Song attempt, in which she placed 2nd in Austria)
3. Rise Like a Phoenix (Europe's 2014 Eurovision's Top Song)
4. My Heart Will Go On (This song changed Conchita's life)
Der Sieg der Freiheit, der Offenheit, der Toleranz...was Tom Neuwirth vom Anfang an gekämpft hat.
Und ist Conchita plötzlich eine Politikerin?
Eurovision’s Conchita brings out Russia’s worst and Europe’s best
The most complicated thing said over this past weekend by a public figure came from the perfectly rouged lips of the winner of the Eurovision song contest, Conchita Wurst. “I really dream,” she said, “of a world where we don’t have to talk of unnecessary things like sexuality.”
That’s silly on two levels and deeply idealistic on a third. It’s silly, first and most evidently, because sexuality won’t be unnecessary for a long while, and may last as long as this world does.
It’s silly, second and most personally, because Wurst (her second, adopted name means “sausage” but apparently is also Austrian German slang for “whatever…”) had just won the first prize in the world’s wackiest tournament – the Eurovision Song Contest held this year in the Danish capital Copenhagen. She was dressed in the slinkiest of gowns hugging a perfectly sexy figure, the perfectly rouged lips set off by a perfectly trimmed black beard. ‘Unnecessary’ had nothing to do with it.
The statement is deeply idealistic because what she was saying was: it’s time we stopped thinking that it’s necessary to make a fuss about a man who’s become a woman and grown a beard. I have my thing and you have yours and if we don’t hurt each other, who is to say who’s better? It’s like … whatever.
Conchita, born Thomas Neuwirth in a small Austrian town is a kind of mascot for the European Union, which takes pride in being neither one thing nor the other – it passes laws, but is most definitely not a single state.
Conchita is everything the EU aspires to be in the eyes of the world – open, tolerant, plural, wholly accepting of every kind of sexuality in every kind of expression, shorn of narrow, cramping, sexual assumptions. She sang, in her winning number “Rise like a Phoenix” that “once I’m transformed, once I’m reborn, (I will) Rise like a phoenix!” – like the mythical bird, rising from the ashes, in Conchita’s case, the ashes of sexual prejudice.
The Russians didn’t see things that way: Conchita was fully aware of that, telling reporters on Sunday that “This was of course directed against some politicians that we know…” “Putin?” “Among others.”
Maybe she also meant back home in Austria, where less than a quarter of one of the EU’s more conservative states had expressed themselves in polls as proud that she was representing their country.
But none expressed themselves publicly like leading Russian politicians felt it was necessary to do. Deputy Prime Minister Dmitry Rogozin employed sarcasm: he tweeted that the win “showed supporters of European integration their European future: a bearded girl.”
Culture Minister Vladimir Medinsky preferred irony. Claiming he was distressed that his children had watched Eurovision, he tweeted — “how am I going to explain all this to them in a ‘politically correct’ and ‘tolerant’ way?”
More crudely, the never-to-be-outdone leader of the Liberal Democratic Party Vladimir Zhirinovsky spat that “Fifty years ago the Soviet Army occupied Austria. We should have stayed there.”
As Conchita celebrated the ballot results in Copenhagen, the organizers of a grimmer referendum in eastern Ukraine set up booths in schools, churches and the streets to tally support for a vaguely worded resolution that could lead Donetsk, Slavyansk and Luhansk to greater autonomy and, perhaps, a union with Russia. And what a Russia it has become.
European tolerance is seen by its leaders as degeneracy; a willingness to acquire territory by force and by guile; an attachment to race, so that ethnic Russians everywhere outside of Russia should be seen as “ours” and, where possible, brought back – along with the land they live on — to Mother Russia.
In case there’s any question about how all of this is playing in the rest of Europe, the Eurovision contest offers another insight.
Russia’s contestants, two sweet-faced sisters named Tolmachevy, suffered boos when they qualified for the finals. A long way from its 2012 entry, the Buranovskiye Babushki, a group of grannies whose sprightly number — “Party for everybody” — got a standing ovation and nearly won the whole competition.
What a difference intolerance, and an invasion, makes.
PHOTO: Conchita Wurst representing Austria performs the song “Rise Like a Phoenix” after winning the grand final of the 59th Eurovision Song Contest at the B&W Hallerne in Copenhagen May 10, 2014. REUTERS/Tobias Schwarz
The most complicated thing said over this past weekend by a public figure came from the perfectly rouged lips of the winner of the Eurovision song contest, Conchita Wurst. “I really dream,” she said, “of a world where we don’t have to talk of unnecessary things like sexuality.”
That’s silly on two levels and deeply idealistic on a third. It’s silly, first and most evidently, because sexuality won’t be unnecessary for a long while, and may last as long as this world does.
It’s silly, second and most personally, because Wurst (her second, adopted name means “sausage” but apparently is also Austrian German slang for “whatever…”) had just won the first prize in the world’s wackiest tournament – the Eurovision Song Contest held this year in the Danish capital Copenhagen. She was dressed in the slinkiest of gowns hugging a perfectly sexy figure, the perfectly rouged lips set off by a perfectly trimmed black beard. ‘Unnecessary’ had nothing to do with it.
The statement is deeply idealistic because what she was saying was: it’s time we stopped thinking that it’s necessary to make a fuss about a man who’s become a woman and grown a beard. I have my thing and you have yours and if we don’t hurt each other, who is to say who’s better? It’s like … whatever.
Conchita, born Thomas Neuwirth in a small Austrian town is a kind of mascot for the European Union, which takes pride in being neither one thing nor the other – it passes laws, but is most definitely not a single state.
Conchita is everything the EU aspires to be in the eyes of the world – open, tolerant, plural, wholly accepting of every kind of sexuality in every kind of expression, shorn of narrow, cramping, sexual assumptions. She sang, in her winning number “Rise like a Phoenix” that “once I’m transformed, once I’m reborn, (I will) Rise like a phoenix!” – like the mythical bird, rising from the ashes, in Conchita’s case, the ashes of sexual prejudice.
The Russians didn’t see things that way: Conchita was fully aware of that, telling reporters on Sunday that “This was of course directed against some politicians that we know…” “Putin?” “Among others.”
Maybe she also meant back home in Austria, where less than a quarter of one of the EU’s more conservative states had expressed themselves in polls as proud that she was representing their country.
But none expressed themselves publicly like leading Russian politicians felt it was necessary to do. Deputy Prime Minister Dmitry Rogozin employed sarcasm: he tweeted that the win “showed supporters of European integration their European future: a bearded girl.”
Culture Minister Vladimir Medinsky preferred irony. Claiming he was distressed that his children had watched Eurovision, he tweeted — “how am I going to explain all this to them in a ‘politically correct’ and ‘tolerant’ way?”
More crudely, the never-to-be-outdone leader of the Liberal Democratic Party Vladimir Zhirinovsky spat that “Fifty years ago the Soviet Army occupied Austria. We should have stayed there.”
As Conchita celebrated the ballot results in Copenhagen, the organizers of a grimmer referendum in eastern Ukraine set up booths in schools, churches and the streets to tally support for a vaguely worded resolution that could lead Donetsk, Slavyansk and Luhansk to greater autonomy and, perhaps, a union with Russia. And what a Russia it has become.
European tolerance is seen by its leaders as degeneracy; a willingness to acquire territory by force and by guile; an attachment to race, so that ethnic Russians everywhere outside of Russia should be seen as “ours” and, where possible, brought back – along with the land they live on — to Mother Russia.
In case there’s any question about how all of this is playing in the rest of Europe, the Eurovision contest offers another insight.
Russia’s contestants, two sweet-faced sisters named Tolmachevy, suffered boos when they qualified for the finals. A long way from its 2012 entry, the Buranovskiye Babushki, a group of grannies whose sprightly number — “Party for everybody” — got a standing ovation and nearly won the whole competition.
What a difference intolerance, and an invasion, makes.
PHOTO: Conchita Wurst representing Austria performs the song “Rise Like a Phoenix” after winning the grand final of the 59th Eurovision Song Contest at the B&W Hallerne in Copenhagen May 10, 2014. REUTERS/Tobias Schwarz
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