the isar

IT consultant, Johannes Holzer, 38, from Krün, Germany, braved the cold to capture breath-taking shots of the milky way from a whole new perspective. They were taken from above and below the water’s surface along the Isar. Johannes said: “I was fascinated that you can see the milky way but I had absolutely no idea how to take a picture of it.


The tale of two cities according to Heiko and Stephi - Part 100

Woohoo! This is post number 100! That’s unbelievable! I learned a lot about our hometowns. Even though Heiko and I don’t like each other, for this little project we met in Cologne and Munich. This and next week we want to share what we liked most in the other city.

Stephi: I love the cathedral in Cologne (first photo). It’s such an impressive building inside and outside. I remember that I said loud “WOW” when I was in the cathedral for the first time. I like the dark atmosphere mixed with the colorful windows.

Heiko: I had two ‘aha’-moments. One was when we went to Munich’s river, the Isar. My first reaction was: “You call that a river?” Stephi always said that the Isar is just a little river but to me it looked more like a little creek. We have rivers that size all around.
Still, the river had something magical. We went there in the evening hours and the sun already set with just a little orange glow of yellow and orange. The evening mood with the snow made this a great place to be even though it was colder than cold.

Thank you everyone for following our little series!

And no, I don’t like Stephi, at all.

Headcanons about (southern) German river deities

- The Danube has probably at least two genii locorum, and one of them definitely lives in Vienna
- The spirit of the Isar lives in Munich and has lots of student friends but also loves to go hiking in the alps, they can beat anyone in a beerdrinking contest
- Lech has an origin story similar to that of Father Thames, since Augsburg (the biggest city the Lech flows through) was also founded by the Romans
- Main really likes wine and a lot of food everyone else finds slightly disturbing
- there are three siblings for Bodensee/Lake Constace: an Austrian, a German, and a Swiss one
- the northern and the southern tributaries of the Danube talk shit about each other all the time, but as soon as someone from outside says something, they get stomped to the ground
- the Paar, an tiny river no one has ever heard of (but I live near it) is incredibly stubborn, illustrated by the fact that it’s like 2km away from the Lech but refuses to join it.

‘Beloved Osho, oh, my god, how am I ever going to get out of this one?’

Vimal, I don’t know who ‘this one’ is but I will tell you two jokes. You can figure it out, who ‘this’ is.

Mr. Isar was attending his friend’s wife’s funeral.
‘It must be hard to lose a wife,’ remarked Mr. Isar.
‘Almost impossible,’ remarked his friend.

Perhaps you are in trouble—I can sense it from your question. But don’t be worried, every night has an end, and every wife too! Just a little patience…

Mrs. Kessy has just returned home after her holiday.
‘How did you get along with your father, whilst I was away?’ she asked her son.
‘Just fine,’ says the boy, ‘every morning he took me out on the lake in a rowboat and let me swim back.’
‘Goodness!’ exclaims Mrs. Kessy, ‘isn’t that a long distance to swim?’
‘Ah, I always made it alright,’ says the boy. ‘The only trouble I had was getting out of the bag!’

Vimal, you are in the bag. Just try first to get out of the bag, then swimming out of the lake is not going to be a great trouble. But getting out of the bag I can understand… and I have deep compassion for you. That’s why I was always seeing Vimal in tears—what is the matter with the poor fellow? Now he has come out in the open, ‘Oh my God, how am I ever going to get out of this one?’ That means this is not the only one; he has had other troubles before. He has got out of those troubles, he is experienced. So I am not too worried about him, he will get out of this one and he will fall into another ditch.

This is the trouble with experienced people: they think that they know so much—now they can manage getting out of any ditch. And then they find that not only are they getting experienced, ditches are also getting experienced. It has been going in parallel for millennia.
But there is hope. Just make it a decision, that if you can manage to get out of this one, you will not fall into another ditch. Then I can bless you. But you have to make a commitment; otherwise, what is the point? It is better to remain with the old one. You are familiar, the ditch is familiar, you know each other perfectly well. And slowly, slowly, one becomes immune. The problem arises with the new ditches: you have to start learning from ABC.
In the East, things are simpler, because people remain in one ditch. There is no divorce, they become accustomed, habituated. And because there is no question of any possibility of changing, there is no point in crying over spilled milk. It is spilled, it is better to forget and live life as your destiny has given it to you.
It is written on your forehead, it is written in your birth chart—everything is decided beforehand. What can you do? It gives a certain consolation.
Hence you will find in the East husbands and wives suffering exactly the same as in the West, but with tremendous contentment.
In the West the discontentment is very great, because the possibility is there that you can change. And the hope is that perhaps you can get someone better, someone especially made for you.
Nobody is especially made for you. Everybody is made for himself; nobody is made for anybody else. But just the idea that you can change… a small trouble, and immediately you feel frustration, freaking out, and all kinds of things.
In the East these troubles also happen every day, but nobody freaks out. It is just fate, it is kismet, it is written in the lines of your hand; it is God who decides. You have simply to learn how to live with the person God has decided you should live with.
But in advanced countries, the trouble has reached a climax: all contentment has disappeared from married life. Now the next step is the disappearance of marriage itself. And unless people are allowed to move easily, without any legalities, without any social hindrances, from one partner to another partner at any time of the day or night… if movement is made absolutely easy, perhaps people will not feel so frustrated, so much in slavery and imprisonment.
But so much change will bring new problems… you will be utterly tired.
Remember that any solution is not going to have only positive effects; it has its own negative shadow.
If change is allowed it is going to be tiring, exhausting, making life a kind of despair, because each time you have to prove again your manliness, your womanliness, your beauty, your strength. And all these things go on declining, so each time you have to be more of a hypocrite.
Hypocrisy in life is never a blissful state, and hypocrisy with a partner you are living with twenty-four hours a day cannot be continued. It is good for one hour or two hours, meeting the woman or the man on the beach, or in the movie hall where everything is dark and you cannot see whether her hair is false or dyed, whether her teeth are real or artificial, whether she is alive or dead—in the darkness, anything goes. Neither does she know about you. But living twenty-four hours together, hypocrisy is bound to be broken; the reality has to surface, and that will hurt you very much. Again you will say, ‘My God, I have fallen in a bigger ditch.’
And as you go on and on you will find bigger and bigger ditches… because smaller ditches are for beginners; bigger ditches are waiting for the experienced ones.

It is better, Vimal, to try to understand the woman you are with. Try to understand what her problem is, because if she is a problem to you, she must be a problem to herself. If you love her, have compassion for her; try to understand her difficulties, her problems. Perhaps that will melt the ice and she will start trying to understand your difficulties, your problems.
That’s exactly what love is: two persons are trying to solve life’s problems together without getting fed up and bored too quickly—patiently seeing it as an opportunity for learning and growth.
Each relationship is a growth opportunity. Don’t condemn it, enjoy it in all its phases—in the moments when everything is beautiful and in the moments when everything goes dark.
That’s how life is, ups and downs. And you have to learn, you cannot expect things to be always going up; for that, first you have to be enlightened and then you have to find an enlightened woman—that is very difficult. First, it is difficult to become enlightened, and then to find an enlightened woman is an almost impossible job.

It has not happened up to now in the whole history of man; not a single enlightened person, man or woman, has been able to find another enlightened person, for a simple reason: Why should any enlightened person get into any ditch, man or woman? If after enlightenment you still fall in the same ditches, what is the need of enlightenment?
The whole secret of enlightenment is in how to avoid the ditches. Without enlightenment you cannot avoid; if you avoid, the ditch will follow you. These are not static ditches that you go around and run away from. They run faster than you!

Mulla Nasruddin was saying to one of his friends early in the morning, walking on the lawn, ‘My wife is almost like a mousetrap.’
And women are so attuned, their antenna is always up in the air; if you speak loudly they may not listen, but if you whisper they will listen to every word.
The wife came out and she said, ‘What are you telling him? Yes, I am a mousetrap—and who are you? You are a mouse. And remember, the trap was not running after the mouse, it was the mouse himself who entered the trap. So what are you telling your friend?’

But this story is old. Now traps have wheels, batteries—they run. Once they see a mouse anywhere… even if they smell a mouse, they run. They don’t wait for the mouse to come.
So it is better, Vimal: become enlightened, be a Gautam Buddha, sit under a bodhi tree with closed eyes.

—  Osho
It was surprising for me to see white privileged Puerto Ricans play plena, bomba, and salsa music considering that those are Afro-diasporic derived musical inheritances of black resistance.[1]This usurpation of black culture caused me frustration because I knew that black Puerto Rican culture was more than listening to salsa while getting drunk off of Medalla Lights on the Juan Ponce de Leon Blvd. I noticed that what acclaimed Afro-Puerto Rican scholar, writer and researcher, Isar Godreau argued was right: that there is a selective celebration of blackness in Puerto Rico. A selective blackness that was folklorized and distanced that does not require critically assessing inner-workings that contribute racial inequity and injustice.[2] In these academic spaces most black Puerto Ricans seemed more interested in being accepted as Puerto Rican first before being black and never spoke about racism and white supremacy, always reinforcing racial harmony.
—  White Puerto Rican Migration and the Effacement of Blackness