New era

Attractive people all look alike. Less attractive people all differ in their own way. From a hypothetical ideal, which by the way wouldn't be that attractive at all, everyone differs. We not only use those differences to tell one from another apart but also use it as some kind of input. Uniformity is boring and easily lost over time, that is to say without uniformity the "shapes" get lost and therefor our eyes get bored in need of some sort of grip to hold on to. Faces that all look alike don't give us anything. Not only are our eyes novelty seekers, we also need those little differences, that make life anything but a dark place with some blindingly bright spots. Those little lights, preferably in the eyes of someone, can also light our way through the day without blinding us. While differences to the hypothetical ideal first face are neccessary and even the first thing to make us want to look at a face, there is a trashhold of sorts. Our inner filter systems usually enhance the similarities of faces, so far as to make people of ethnicities we are not used to look the same to us, and part ignore the differences, part "keep them in mind" and add some sort of flavour to the image. That is the spark that makes a face beautiful. Whenever we drink alcohol quite a lot of different things happen. One of them is that our filter systems alter the way they work. Some get more strikt, others weaken their influence on our perception.
In my case the "uniforming filter" weakens and to put it simple - to simple even, but it helps making the point clear - people get uglier. Another way to look at it is to say that it adds a lot of character to the face. Suddenly I stop seing faces like I'm used to and so the patterns that our filters reduce faces towards start to disappear from whatever I see. I like to think that I start seeing people as they really are. I don't mind looking at those faces then, also saying people turn ugly is a monster of an oversimplification. It rather removes the prejudices that let us think of some faces as pretty and some as ugly and puts them all on the same level. When usually our filters smooth out every little crack and corner suddenly they become visible (again) and to be honest, I love the change. Might be there is yet another filter misleading me then, but assuming there isn't: seeing reality is such a nice change! Also it helps in not being subjected to lower instincts. It helps ignoring.

To happier news [kinda quote from Simpsons, of course]: you might have noticed the beginning sentences to be similar to the very first lines in Tolstojs Anna Karenina. That will stay for a while I guess and FINALLY replaced the other sentence that was stuck in my head and popped up whenever I had to write some first lines for a blog. That sentence originated in a german movie called "Soloalbum" and went like "Als wir uns liebten, liebten wir uns selbst nicht"/"When we were in love, we didn't love ourselves" (hope I didn't miss some double meaning in there, translating is sometimes hard to impossible). In the movie the main character sits there and starts writing and this sentence is what it all starts with. Ever since I saw it... Well, don't like repeats. At the same time, I don't really mind them, weird guy, that I am.

The last few days I spent in another city than usually (there should be no usually in the places I am, but what can I do..) listening to a lot of music and watching a lot of bands perform and bathing in mud. Actually, I wasn't really bathing there, but maybe today I won't be able to stand/walk/creep through it without falling. Day for day now it got wetter and the mud got deeper. Altogether it was an amazing thing, but without some beer (I call it careless beer/don't care beer or something, I could translate it directly, but I prefer some nicer expressions right now) the mud would be too much. Also the toilets are meere holes in plastic.
Now I am hungry for so many things, rock (more electro on this festival), food (didn't eat nearly enough the last few days) and some other things. It actually feels good, hunger is a good kind of pain (especially if you compare them all against each other). It makes you feel alive (not the kind of hunger you feel, when you're starving, obviously).
As written before I was blessed with a bloody frickle mood. So some nights are horror tours without any reason in particular. So was yesterday towards the end. But I am positive about today in nearly any meaning of the word. Now I will break my fast with friends and food I like very, very much, drink a beer and head to music, once again.

Obviously this is written on another day (sunday 14th of august 11) than postet (dunno yet).

So long, take care!