Nothing happened I did not smoke on Thursday and I only smoked half a recycled cigarette butt yesterday night. But tonight I had to walk to the cigarette automat close to our house. It was something like ten degrees Celsius below zero outside. I was surprised that the machine accepted deutschmarks, euros and a mix of the two. I paid for my Lucky Strikes with five deutschmarks and a 50 cent euro coin. On the way back I had a strange experience. I sneezed the earth away. What I want to say is I sneezed and I had the feeling my sneeze was so strong that the earth moved away from me. I was on my own suddenly standing in the middle of nowhere. Hanging in space. I swear you that I was not on drugs except some red wine. Some bands (mp3s) I listened to which really impressed me: Microphones (bloody amazing drum and percussion patterns), American Analog Set (The Kindness of Strangers starts like an instrumental but the voice which joins in later on does not disturb the impressionist picture of the song), Dismemberment Plan (especially Time Bomb captures a nervousness and anxiety of a youth I have grown out of), The Shins (New Slang, a melancholic pop gem which speaks to me much more than anything by the Go-Betweens) and Black Heart Procession (the darker half of Three Mile Pilot whom I only like for the two members who play in Pinback).