<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890</id><updated>2012-02-06T18:24:01.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sauseschritt</title><subtitle type='html'>Zeit und Erfahrung</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1080911467857893040</id><published>2012-01-07T15:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:02:55.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keine Zeit zum Leben</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Warum sollten wir keine Zeit zum Leben haben? Wie kann so etwas sein in einer Kultur wie der unseren, die fast überall darauf aus ist, Zeit zu gewinnen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1080911467857893040?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1080911467857893040/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1080911467857893040' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1080911467857893040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1080911467857893040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2012/01/keine-zeit-zum-leben.html' title='Keine Zeit zum Leben'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-5950307418487905251</id><published>2011-12-12T17:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:46:52.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gehen und Laufen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Was in den zwanziger Jahren in Wien Gehen hieß, hieß zur gleichen Zeit in Berlin Laufen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-5950307418487905251?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5950307418487905251/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=5950307418487905251' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5950307418487905251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5950307418487905251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/12/gehen-und-laufen.html' title='Gehen und Laufen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2621358342696272074</id><published>2011-11-22T15:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:08:48.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arbeit contra Langeweile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Kants 'Didaktik' strotzt vor Selbstbewusstein, dass die Arbeit(des Gelehrten)vor jeglicher Langeweile schützt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2621358342696272074?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2621358342696272074/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2621358342696272074' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2621358342696272074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2621358342696272074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/11/arbeit-contra-langeweile.html' title='Arbeit contra Langeweile'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1488216471858745658</id><published>2011-11-15T23:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:23:19.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erwartung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Wirklich ist das, was erwartet werden kann. (Blumenberg) Was ist das für eine Wirklichkeit? Für wen gilt diese Wirklichkeit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1488216471858745658?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1488216471858745658/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1488216471858745658' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1488216471858745658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1488216471858745658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/11/erwartung.html' title='Erwartung'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7983180223022184450</id><published>2011-11-12T22:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:19:35.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gehen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Wer geht, fällt auf. Warum? Weil alle Laufen. Man kann sich selbst beobachten, wie man unbewusst versucht, sich dem herrschenden Tempo anzugleichen. Mir will es allerdings nicht gelingen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7983180223022184450?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7983180223022184450/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7983180223022184450' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7983180223022184450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7983180223022184450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/11/gehen.html' title='Gehen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4487310234375020573</id><published>2011-11-05T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:59:05.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Lynn Hill, die als erste 1993 'the nose' frei kletterte, spricht von 'patience' beim Klettern('the most important thing'). Was für ein Ausdruck für das richtige Verhalten an diesem big wall. Was für ein Umgang mit dem Erlebnis der Intensität, das wohl kaum zu überbieten ist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4487310234375020573?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4487310234375020573/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4487310234375020573' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4487310234375020573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4487310234375020573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/11/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6402993255262483872</id><published>2011-11-04T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:48:09.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight lightning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So heißt ein 'Boulder' in yosemite(Kalifornien). Ein Mekka für Kletterer. Was für ein merkwürdiges Symbol auf diesem Felsen? In der Szene steht dieser Felsen für den Beginn einer neuen Art zu Klettern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6402993255262483872?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6402993255262483872/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6402993255262483872' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6402993255262483872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6402993255262483872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/11/midnight-lightning.html' title='midnight lightning'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1160488861210838953</id><published>2011-08-14T15:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:55:17.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wir machen nicht viel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;sagt eine Norwegerin über ihre Familie. Wir fahren jedes Wochenende auf unsere Hütte. Sind in der Natur, schwimmen ein wenig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1160488861210838953?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1160488861210838953/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1160488861210838953' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1160488861210838953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1160488861210838953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wir-machen-nicht-viel.html' title='Wir machen nicht viel'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6948324597701567876</id><published>2011-08-08T00:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:37:15.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gesichter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Ich schaue mir die Gesichter der norwegischen Opfer im Netz an. Was für ein Abgrund spiegelt sich in einer solchen schrecklichen Tat eines Einzelnen? Was für eine Gleichgültigkeit gegenüber dem Leben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6948324597701567876?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6948324597701567876/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6948324597701567876' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6948324597701567876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6948324597701567876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/08/gesichter.html' title='Gesichter'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3971782628952886807</id><published>2011-08-05T23:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:06:27.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiktion und Fortschritt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Wenn es den Fortschritt nicht gäbe, müsste man ihn erfinden? Also so tun 'als ob'. Ist nicht die Idee des Fortschritts eine Fiktion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3971782628952886807?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3971782628952886807/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3971782628952886807' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3971782628952886807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3971782628952886807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/08/fiktion-und-fortschritt.html' title='Fiktion und Fortschritt'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-5770733907213101531</id><published>2011-06-05T16:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:26:55.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'>horror vacui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Viele müssen sich wohl getrieben fühlen, sonst droht die Empfindung der Leere: horror vacui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-5770733907213101531?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5770733907213101531/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=5770733907213101531' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5770733907213101531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5770733907213101531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/06/horror-vacui.html' title='horror vacui'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-5971700636981835569</id><published>2011-04-21T10:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:50:48.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sein Leben fühlen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Das ist nach Kant dann der Fall, wenn man sich kontinuierlich &amp;gt;getrieben&amp;lt; fühlt(Anthropologie). Daran ist heute kein Mangel und da gibt es wohl auch noch Steigerungsmöglichkeiten. Aber ist das sein Leben fühlen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-5971700636981835569?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5971700636981835569/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=5971700636981835569' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5971700636981835569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5971700636981835569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/04/sein-leben-fuhlen.html' title='Sein Leben fühlen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1323112783601182298</id><published>2011-03-28T16:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:14:35.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeit haben</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Haben wir Zeit oder hat sie uns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1323112783601182298?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1323112783601182298/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1323112783601182298' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1323112783601182298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1323112783601182298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/03/zeit-haben.html' title='Zeit haben'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4050856273805117359</id><published>2011-03-17T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:08:10.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atomkatastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Erkenntnis kann wohl so disponibel gemacht werden, dass sie im verfügbaren Können über die Atomenergie scheinbar ohne Folgen vergessen werden darf. Wenn es da nicht diese Katastrophe in Japan gäbe. Technisches Können kann offenbar auch ohne Einsicht möglich werden und bleiben, so mag mancher noch bis vor kurzem gedacht haben und mancher noch in Zukunft denken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4050856273805117359?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4050856273805117359/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4050856273805117359' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4050856273805117359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4050856273805117359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/03/atomkatastrophe.html' title='Atomkatastrophe'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3870839709377427340</id><published>2011-03-15T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:34:04.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kopflos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Wie kopflos erscheint jetzt die Reaktion der Offiziellen auf die Atomkatastrophe in Japan. Was für Folgen, was für ein Trauerspiel für eine ganze Nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3870839709377427340?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3870839709377427340/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3870839709377427340' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3870839709377427340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3870839709377427340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/03/kopflos.html' title='Kopflos'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4556090281577542885</id><published>2011-02-19T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:07:35.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Netz ohne Pausen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Das Netz kennt keine Pausen. Ich lese diesen Satz und denke an etwas anderes. So etwa: das Meer kennt keine Pause, die Brandung, usw.. In diesen Vorstellungen arbeitet immer etwas unermüdlich, aber auch schicksalhaft ohne aufhören zu können.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4556090281577542885?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4556090281577542885/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4556090281577542885' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4556090281577542885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4556090281577542885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/02/netz-ohne-pausen.html' title='Netz ohne Pausen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7711897697151114526</id><published>2011-01-18T16:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:15:54.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Augenblicke und Beschleunigung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Was sind Augenblicke im beschleunigten Wandel der Gesellschaft? Was unterscheidet sie von 'dem' Augenblick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7711897697151114526?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7711897697151114526/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7711897697151114526' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7711897697151114526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7711897697151114526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2011/01/augenblicke-und-beschleunigung.html' title='Augenblicke und Beschleunigung'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3616555419826976489</id><published>2010-11-22T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:51:41.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensives Erleben</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Geht es nicht immer mehr um intensives Erleben? Die Welt als einziges Aktion Kino. Was bedeutet das für die Erfahrung der Dinge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3616555419826976489?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3616555419826976489/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3616555419826976489' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3616555419826976489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3616555419826976489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/11/intensives-erleben.html' title='Intensives Erleben'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2231982953477813719</id><published>2010-10-31T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:05:57.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Den lieben Gott....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Den lieben Gott einen guten Mann sein lassen. Ich kenne leider die Quelle von diesem Spruch nicht.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2231982953477813719?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2231982953477813719/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2231982953477813719' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2231982953477813719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2231982953477813719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/10/den-lieben-gott.html' title='Den lieben Gott....'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7486837423699808435</id><published>2010-09-26T11:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:00:26.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sainte-Colombe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Was für eine Musik. Kein sakraler Ausdruck wie bei Bach. Eine Musik, der Natur nach empfunden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7486837423699808435?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7486837423699808435/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7486837423699808435' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7486837423699808435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7486837423699808435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/09/sainte-colombe.html' title='Sainte-Colombe'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4898158045354848122</id><published>2010-09-04T17:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:54:32.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Utopisch denken ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Man sollte nicht utopisch denken, so Hermann Lübbe. Das sei gefährlich.(Modernisierung und Folgelasten) Was soll denn dieses Warnschild für das Denken? So schreibt jemand aus pragmatischer Perspektive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4898158045354848122?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4898158045354848122/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4898158045354848122' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4898158045354848122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4898158045354848122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/09/utopisch-denken.html' title='Utopisch denken ?'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1416065111594868218</id><published>2010-08-20T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:06:51.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Statt zu essen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Statt zu essen, verschlingt einer eine Geldnote, weil er es eilig hat. So schreibt Hebbel in seinem Tagebuch. Der Einfall regt die Phantasie an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1416065111594868218?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1416065111594868218/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1416065111594868218' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1416065111594868218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1416065111594868218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/08/statt-zu-essen.html' title='Statt zu essen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3572487359950779776</id><published>2010-08-06T10:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:12:42.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Altenberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;gt;Der Landungssteg&amp;lt;, ein Text von Peter Altenberg. Wie die Sprache zaubert! Erinnerungsbilder werden hervorgeholt, nicht irgendwelche, sondern solche mit Empfindung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3572487359950779776?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3572487359950779776/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3572487359950779776' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3572487359950779776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3572487359950779776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/08/peter-altenberg.html' title='Peter Altenberg'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4431478822743677704</id><published>2010-08-02T18:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T18:42:51.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unzeit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Warum versteht es sich nicht von selbst, dass wir in einer Welt leben, in der es so etwas wie &amp;gt;Unzeit&amp;lt; überhaupt gibt? Fragt Hans Blumenberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4431478822743677704?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4431478822743677704/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4431478822743677704' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4431478822743677704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4431478822743677704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/08/unzeit.html' title='Unzeit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-5720187708418121320</id><published>2010-06-30T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:48:46.048+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So schreibt Alfred Polgar in &amp;gt;Begegnung im Zwielicht&amp;lt;. Ein Satz, zu dem einem eine story einfallen müsste. Vielleicht nicht nur eine story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-5720187708418121320?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5720187708418121320/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=5720187708418121320' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5720187708418121320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5720187708418121320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-time-for-life.html' title='No time for life'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6663374420598907674</id><published>2010-06-18T23:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:37:56.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Braune Pelikane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Mir fehlen die Worte bei diesem Anblick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6663374420598907674?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6663374420598907674/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6663374420598907674' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6663374420598907674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6663374420598907674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/06/braune-pelikane.html' title='Braune Pelikane'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-362485073426354119</id><published>2010-05-21T20:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:30:37.367+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Öl Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ein Kind sitzt in der Badewanne. Es dreht den Wasserhahn auf und kann ihn nicht mehr schließen. Das Bild ist von William James und bezieht sich auf die Angst vor den möglichen Folgen eines allzu rasanten Fortschritts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lässt sich dieses Bild von James auf den Golf von Mexiko übertragen, aus dem ein Öl Golf zu werden droht?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-362485073426354119?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/362485073426354119/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=362485073426354119' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/362485073426354119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/362485073426354119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/05/ol-golf.html' title='Öl Golf'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3066071565781040598</id><published>2010-05-11T13:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:21:36.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Erleben und Erfahren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Man setzt zunehmend auf die Intensität des Erlebens. Was für Auswirkungen hat das auf die Erfahrung?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3066071565781040598?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3066071565781040598/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3066071565781040598' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3066071565781040598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3066071565781040598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/05/erleben-und-erfahren.html' title='Erleben und Erfahren'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6388461960555904590</id><published>2010-03-09T09:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:01:12.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Der moderne Kairos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Der moderne Kairos wohnt nunmehr nicht mehr auf dem Olymp, sondern im Mediamarkt, im Paradies für Schnäppchenjäger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6388461960555904590?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6388461960555904590/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6388461960555904590' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6388461960555904590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6388461960555904590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/03/der-moderne-kairos.html' title='Der moderne Kairos'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6209234057485270597</id><published>2010-01-11T18:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:40:21.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Im Alter drängt sich das Wörtchen 'noch' in Gesprächen wie von selbst auf. Die Anderen sorgen schon dafür, dass man das Alter spürt. Ob er wohl 'noch'…. usw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6209234057485270597?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6209234057485270597/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6209234057485270597' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6209234057485270597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6209234057485270597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2010/01/noch.html' title='Noch'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7561392750600865831</id><published>2009-12-08T17:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:04:14.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Timaios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Im Dialog 'Timaios' bei Plato entsteht die Zeit zugleich mit der Welt. Die Zeit wird zu einer Art Abbild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7561392750600865831?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7561392750600865831/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7561392750600865831' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7561392750600865831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7561392750600865831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/12/timaios.html' title='Timaios'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1541656721868165450</id><published>2009-11-07T16:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:16:07.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeit als Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bei Plotin entsteht die Zeit als 'Fall', als Herausfallen aus der Ewigkeit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1541656721868165450?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1541656721868165450/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1541656721868165450' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1541656721868165450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1541656721868165450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/11/zeit-als-fall.html' title='Zeit als Fall'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-8812653862886394179</id><published>2009-10-09T18:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:17:01.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sieben Minuten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sieben Minuten für 100 Briefe. Soviel Zeit hat ein Briefträger zur Verfügung; eine Berechnung des Logistikunternehmens Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-8812653862886394179?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8812653862886394179/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=8812653862886394179' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8812653862886394179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8812653862886394179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/10/sieben-minuten.html' title='Sieben Minuten'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4373000288331579912</id><published>2009-09-21T15:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:24:14.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeitliche Begrenztheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wenn zeitliche Begrenztheit einer Sache ihren Wert nähme, dann könnte nichts im Leben gelingen. So John Updike, zitiert bei Gerhard Schulze. Aber findet diese Art der Entwertung nicht statt? Und warum ist das so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4373000288331579912?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4373000288331579912/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4373000288331579912' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4373000288331579912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4373000288331579912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/09/zeitliche-begrenztheit.html' title='Zeitliche Begrenztheit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-823598919648200362</id><published>2009-09-12T13:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:24:47.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeitextensive Wahrnehmung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Worin unterscheidet sich eine zeitintensiven Wahrnehmung von einer zeitextensiven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-823598919648200362?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/823598919648200362/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=823598919648200362' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/823598919648200362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/823598919648200362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/09/zeitextensive-wahrnehmung.html' title='Zeitextensive Wahrnehmung'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1640606546913686628</id><published>2009-09-06T18:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:25:13.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alltag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;Zwei Mädchen sprechen mich an. Sie machen eine Umfrage. Auf dem Bildschirm ihres Laptops Marke Apple pro steht die Frage: Was bedeutet ihnen der Alltag? Da habe ich wohl gerade eine Geschichte von Polgar erlebt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1640606546913686628?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1640606546913686628/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1640606546913686628' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1640606546913686628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1640606546913686628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/09/alltag.html' title='Alltag'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6262006175650918679</id><published>2009-08-10T18:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:38:04.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schönes Leben</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Arbeit schafft die Bedingungen für das schöne Leben, doch wozu, wenn das schöne Leben als Zeitverschwendung gilt?(Gerhard Schulze) Ist das so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6262006175650918679?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6262006175650918679/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6262006175650918679' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6262006175650918679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6262006175650918679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/08/schones-leben.html' title='Schönes Leben'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-5200241275984205612</id><published>2009-08-02T15:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:30:00.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Alter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wird das Alter nunmehr zu einer Zeit rastloser Aktivität? Wird aus dem Ruhestand ein Unruhestand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-5200241275984205612?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5200241275984205612/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=5200241275984205612' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5200241275984205612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5200241275984205612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/08/das-alter.html' title='Das Alter'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3622034841457718570</id><published>2009-07-18T16:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:43:47.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zukunftskolonisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Der Begriff stammt von Harald Welzer. Was kann man sich darunter vorstellen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3622034841457718570?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3622034841457718570/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3622034841457718570' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3622034841457718570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3622034841457718570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/07/zukunftskolonisation.html' title='Zukunftskolonisation'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-9216843519125467798</id><published>2009-07-02T22:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:30:54.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporales Doppelleben</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wir sollen ein temporales Doppelleben leben, schnell und langsam zugleich.(meint Marquard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-9216843519125467798?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/9216843519125467798/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=9216843519125467798' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/9216843519125467798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/9216843519125467798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/07/temporales-doppelleben.html' title='Temporales Doppelleben'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2709557655744456281</id><published>2009-06-21T10:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:22:42.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeptiker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Schon sind die Skeptiker zur Stelle', so heißt es oft in der Politik. Das Wort hat dort in der Regel einen negativen Klang. Unter Zeitdruck ist ein Zögern nicht erwünscht, selbst schon ein Hindernis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2709557655744456281?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2709557655744456281/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2709557655744456281' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2709557655744456281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2709557655744456281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/06/skeptiker.html' title='Skeptiker'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-8056622637163287312</id><published>2009-06-14T16:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:31:57.195+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zu allem Zeit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ein Herr, der zu allem Zeit hat und niemals Zeit, so charakterisiert Alfred Polgar einen Geschäftsmann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-8056622637163287312?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8056622637163287312/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=8056622637163287312' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8056622637163287312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8056622637163287312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/06/zu-allem-zeit.html' title='Zu allem Zeit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-8050090084007859818</id><published>2009-06-06T14:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:03:02.102+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schnelles Reden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Es gibt Leute, die reden so schnell, dass man sie nicht mehr verstehen kann. Die Worte hören sich wie zerrissen an. Unruhig bewegen sie sich hin und her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-8050090084007859818?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8050090084007859818/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=8050090084007859818' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8050090084007859818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8050090084007859818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/06/schnelles-reden.html' title='Schnelles Reden'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2480649730562231633</id><published>2009-05-20T10:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:48:04.222+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diogenes Suche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Diogenes suchte einen Menschen, den es nicht mehr gab, meint Rousseau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2480649730562231633?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2480649730562231633/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2480649730562231633' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2480649730562231633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2480649730562231633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/diogenes-suche.html' title='Diogenes Suche'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-8049933819556732920</id><published>2009-05-19T00:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:18:25.349+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reine Natur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Die Gründung und Vervollkommnung der Gesellschaft ist für Rousseau der Grund für das Schwinden der Gattung, Zivilisation ein Ausdruck für Verwirrung. Für Rousseau gibt es nichts zu perfektionieren, weil alles schon einmal als Natur perfekt war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-8049933819556732920?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8049933819556732920/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=8049933819556732920' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8049933819556732920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8049933819556732920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/reine-natur.html' title='Reine Natur'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3862388250651246524</id><published>2009-05-13T10:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:36:55.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gegenwart und Zukunft eines Wilden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Seine durch nichts beunruhigte Seele gibt sich ganz dem Gefühl seines gegenwärtigen Daseins hin ohne irgendeinen Gedanken an die Zukunft'(Rousseau, 2. Diskurs). So wird ein Paradies gemalt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3862388250651246524?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3862388250651246524/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3862388250651246524' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3862388250651246524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3862388250651246524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/gegenwart-und-zukunft-eines-wilden.html' title='Gegenwart und Zukunft eines Wilden'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1266864825901228490</id><published>2009-05-06T11:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:02:05.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rousseau über den Müßiggang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Jeder müßig gehende Bürger darf als gefährlicher Mensch angesehen werden'.( Erster Diskurs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1266864825901228490?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1266864825901228490/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1266864825901228490' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1266864825901228490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1266864825901228490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/rousseau-uber-den-muiggang.html' title='Rousseau über den Müßiggang'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2737717178210145541</id><published>2009-05-02T13:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:02:34.007+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortschrittsangst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stimmt es, dass in der Moderne die Fortschrittszuversicht in Fortschrittsangst umkippt, so wie das Odo Marquard behauptet? Als ob nicht beides den wissenschaftlichen und technischen Fortschritt begleitet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2737717178210145541?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2737717178210145541/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2737717178210145541' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2737717178210145541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2737717178210145541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/fortschrittsangst.html' title='Fortschrittsangst'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2905675143856185164</id><published>2009-04-27T18:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:25:48.437+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruhelücken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In der frohen Stadt(Wien) gibt es Lokale, in denen es keine 'Ruhelücken' gibt, schreibt Polgar. Solche Lokale sind bis zum Rand mit Musik gefüllt. Das Geheimnis des Erfolgs heißt: Keine Pause! Imprägniert mit Alkohol ist man dort lärmdicht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2905675143856185164?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2905675143856185164/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2905675143856185164' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2905675143856185164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2905675143856185164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/ruhelucken.html' title='Ruhelücken'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1233193878436007704</id><published>2009-04-22T14:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:55:14.625+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Künftige Freuden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Als kostbarsten Schatz des Menschen beschreibt Voltaire die Hoffnung, 'welche unser Leid lindert und uns im Besitze gegenwärtiger Freuden künftige Freuden malt.' Ob man dabei auch der Wert der Gegenwart vergessen kann?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1233193878436007704?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1233193878436007704/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1233193878436007704' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1233193878436007704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1233193878436007704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/kunftige-freuden.html' title='Künftige Freuden'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-8599421149342261519</id><published>2009-04-05T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:43:53.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindes Vertrauen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ist der Rationalisierungsfortschritt nun so schnell geworden, dass das notwendige Vertrauen fehlt, nur ein blindes Vertrauen übrig bleibt? Ersetzen wir daher das Vertrauen durch Misstrauen, so wie das Marquard meint? So recht mag mich das nicht zu überzeugen. Vertrauen wird durch den beschleunigten Wandel zu einem Problem, das ist richtig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-8599421149342261519?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8599421149342261519/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=8599421149342261519' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8599421149342261519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8599421149342261519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/blindes-vertrauen.html' title='Blindes Vertrauen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-5478742120372723399</id><published>2009-04-01T11:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:06:29.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Verweilen können</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Adorno hebt die Bedeutung des Verweilenkönnens beim Einzelnen in der Minima Moralia hervor. Ohne dieses Verweilen gibt es nach ihm keine Wahrheit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-5478742120372723399?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5478742120372723399/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=5478742120372723399' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5478742120372723399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5478742120372723399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/verweilen-konnen.html' title='Verweilen können'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1666465815008046888</id><published>2009-03-27T10:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:31:16.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Glühbirne Ade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Die alte Glühbirne soll nunmehr in Europa zu Grabe getragen werden. Woran ist sie gestorben? Licht gab sie, d.h. sie tat ihre Dienste und das nicht schlecht. Warum muss sie denn restlos abgeschafft werden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1666465815008046888?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1666465815008046888/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1666465815008046888' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1666465815008046888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1666465815008046888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/gluhbirne.html' title='Glühbirne Ade'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4812938355408700768</id><published>2009-03-19T10:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:27:15.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeitmaß</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'das Maß, mit dem der Mensch gemessen wird, ist nicht das Maß, mit dem er misst. Er ist nicht das Maß aller Dinge, selbst wenn er es hat.'(Blumenberg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4812938355408700768?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4812938355408700768/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4812938355408700768' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4812938355408700768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4812938355408700768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/zeitma.html' title='Zeitmaß'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4429455595744359477</id><published>2009-03-17T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:36:32.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeitschere erfahren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Die Zeitschere zwischen Lebenszeit und Weltzeit öffnet sich. Gibt es auch Berührungspunkte zwischen diesen Zeiten? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4429455595744359477?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4429455595744359477/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4429455595744359477' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4429455595744359477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4429455595744359477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/zeitschere-erfahren.html' title='Zeitschere erfahren'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7342010685954980952</id><published>2009-03-14T16:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:04:04.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltaire an Hume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Was bleibt in diesem gewaltigen Strom, der uns mitreißt und alles verschlingt, noch zu tun?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7342010685954980952?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7342010685954980952/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7342010685954980952' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7342010685954980952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7342010685954980952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/voltaire-hume.html' title='Voltaire an Hume'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4250616492231417695</id><published>2009-03-13T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:51:44.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Furcht vor Veränderungen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Steigt nicht die Furcht, sich an die nächste Veränderung nicht mehr anpassen zu können. Die beschleunigten Veränderungen in der Moderne stehen gegen die begrenzte menschliche Fähigkeit zur Anpassung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4250616492231417695?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4250616492231417695/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4250616492231417695' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4250616492231417695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4250616492231417695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/furcht-vor-veranderungen.html' title='Furcht vor Veränderungen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-998318981284632225</id><published>2009-03-12T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:54:17.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebenszeitaugenblick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Blumenberg spricht von einer Annäherung an den Lebenszeitaugenblick (Lebenszeit und Weltzeit). Was für ein Augenblick ist das? Wird in diesem Augenblick die Bedeutung der Lebenszeit deutlich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-998318981284632225?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/998318981284632225/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=998318981284632225' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/998318981284632225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/998318981284632225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/lebenszeitaugenblick.html' title='Lebenszeitaugenblick'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3358249793805088587</id><published>2009-03-11T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:51:44.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleichzeitigkeit des Ungleichzeitigen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Warum ist die Gleichzeitigkeit des Ungleichzeitigen eine Ausflucht aus der theoretischen Fixierung auf den Absolutismus der Zeit? (Vgl. Blumenberg, Lebenszeit und Weltzeit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3358249793805088587?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3358249793805088587/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3358249793805088587' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3358249793805088587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3358249793805088587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/gleichzeitigkeit-des-ungleichzeitigen.html' title='Gleichzeitigkeit des Ungleichzeitigen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3611012518981525248</id><published>2009-03-10T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:02:05.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Außer Atem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Das kurzatmige Individuum. Alles in seinem Leben wollen und ja nichts versäumen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3611012518981525248?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3611012518981525248/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3611012518981525248' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3611012518981525248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3611012518981525248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/auer-atem.html' title='Außer Atem'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-149700403504055196</id><published>2009-03-08T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:38:05.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeitbestimmung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ist eine Zeitbestimmung ohne eine räumlich-körperliche Wahrnehmung unmöglich, so wie Kant es meinte? Muss es mindestens einen bewegten Körper geben?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-149700403504055196?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/149700403504055196/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=149700403504055196' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/149700403504055196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/149700403504055196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/zeitbestimmung.html' title='Zeitbestimmung'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-58584105530962136</id><published>2009-03-01T10:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:13:40.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Langeweile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wer hat Angst vor der Langeweile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-58584105530962136?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/58584105530962136/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=58584105530962136' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/58584105530962136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/58584105530962136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/langeweile.html' title='Langeweile'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4497856948478117058</id><published>2009-02-22T09:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:24:13.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bergsons Suche nach der verlorenen Zeit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Henri Bergson denkt eine Form des temporalen Komparativs, der verborgen sein soll und den es gilt zu entdecken. Die Philosophie wird zum Wegweiser, zu einem Übergang, der zur wahren Zeit führen soll. Die Philosophie als methodische 'Suche nach der verlorenen Zeit', das ist nach ihm - in Anspielung auf den Roman von Proust - ein Ansatz, den vorher noch niemand versucht hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;siehe mein Essay bei 'Sic et Non', das nun erschienen ist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sicetnon.org/"&gt;http://www.sicetnon.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4497856948478117058?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4497856948478117058/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4497856948478117058' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4497856948478117058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4497856948478117058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/02/bergsons-suche-nach-der-verlorenen-zeit.html' title='Bergsons Suche nach der verlorenen Zeit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6194863946600150024</id><published>2009-02-15T14:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:34:47.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ein Gott, der zu spät kommt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Odysseus größter Widersacher, Poseidon, der ein Interesse daran hat, dass der Held in die Irre getrieben wird, weiß nicht, dass auf dem Schiff der Phaiaken Richtung Heimat fährt. Poseidon, der Erderschütterer, ist in der Ferne bei den Aithiopen. Bei den Griechen sehen die Götter nicht alles, sind nicht allwissend. Als Poseidon sein Missgeschick bemerkt, ist es zu spät. Griechische Götter können zu spät kommen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6194863946600150024?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6194863946600150024/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6194863946600150024' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6194863946600150024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6194863946600150024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/02/ein-gott-der-zu-spat-kommt.html' title='Ein Gott, der zu spät kommt'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7561338544569242300</id><published>2009-02-10T10:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:01:49.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gebot der fliehenden Stunde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alfred Polgar beschrieb die moderne Zeiterfahrung der Beschleunigung als 'Gebot der fliehenden Stunde'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7561338544569242300?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7561338544569242300/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7561338544569242300' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7561338544569242300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7561338544569242300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/02/gebot-der-fliehenden-stunde.html' title='Gebot der fliehenden Stunde'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6249017726452484595</id><published>2009-02-09T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:50:40.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unvollkommene Natur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Für Hegel ist die Natur notwendig unvollkommen in ihrer Schönheit. Was folgt daraus? Welche Rolle spielt hier noch die Idee des Vollkommenen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6249017726452484595?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6249017726452484595/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6249017726452484595' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6249017726452484595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6249017726452484595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/02/unvollkommene-natur.html' title='Unvollkommene Natur'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2329683782672152006</id><published>2009-02-07T09:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:22:50.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythos des Anfangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gehört nicht der Mythos des Anfangs schon zur Geschichte der Aufklärung?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2329683782672152006?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2329683782672152006/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2329683782672152006' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2329683782672152006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2329683782672152006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/02/mythos-des-anfangs.html' title='Mythos des Anfangs'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-8174517365086493803</id><published>2009-02-02T17:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:13:37.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zukunftsexpansion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nunmehr werden Erwartungen in einer politischen Diskussion erwartet. Eine Form von Zukunftsexpansion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-8174517365086493803?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8174517365086493803/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=8174517365086493803' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8174517365086493803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8174517365086493803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/02/zukunftsexpansion.html' title='Zukunftsexpansion'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6826312155654891835</id><published>2009-01-28T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:26:17.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Für das deutsche Bewerben sagen die Engländer 'stand for office', die Amerikaner 'run for office'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6826312155654891835?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6826312155654891835/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6826312155654891835' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6826312155654891835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6826312155654891835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/01/run-for-office.html' title='Run for office'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3469495732206139446</id><published>2009-01-26T18:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:01:42.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Komparative Existenz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was ist eine komparative Existenz? Findet sich eine solche Figur bei Rousseau, so wie das Jauß behauptet? Gegen was wird eine solche Figur gestellt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3469495732206139446?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3469495732206139446/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3469495732206139446' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3469495732206139446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3469495732206139446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/01/komparative-existenz.html' title='Komparative Existenz'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4467932750030051427</id><published>2009-01-16T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:42:54.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoffnungshüpfer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;An der Börse gibt es wieder einen 'Hoffnungshüpfer'. So umschreibt eine Journalistin das auf und ab in der Stimmung dieser Tage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4467932750030051427?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4467932750030051427/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4467932750030051427' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4467932750030051427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4467932750030051427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoffnungshpfer.html' title='Hoffnungshüpfer'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2992049163346773549</id><published>2009-01-08T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:49:34.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auch ein guter Stil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gehört es nicht zum guten Stil in Zeitnot zu geraten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2992049163346773549?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2992049163346773549/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2992049163346773549' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2992049163346773549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2992049163346773549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/01/auch-ein-guter-stil.html' title='Auch ein guter Stil'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-8821998185086860905</id><published>2009-01-05T17:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:51:28.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vollkommene Zeit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was für ein Wunsch ist nicht der Übergang vom Horizont der endlichen Erfahrung zu einer vollkommenen Zeit? Der Gegenstand von Religion und Kunst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-8821998185086860905?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8821998185086860905/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=8821998185086860905' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8821998185086860905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/8821998185086860905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/01/vollkommene-zeit.html' title='Vollkommene Zeit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7363096870259841727</id><published>2009-01-01T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:57:21.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zukunftskolonisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Zukunftskolonisation', was für ein merkwürdiger Begriff, den ich da in einer Zeitschrift lese. Kann ich mir die Zukunft als besetzt, als ausgebeutet vorstellen? Und doch scheint dieser Begriff für das Neue Jahr zu passen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7363096870259841727?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7363096870259841727/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7363096870259841727' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7363096870259841727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7363096870259841727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2009/01/zukunftskolonisation.html' title='Zukunftskolonisation'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-9056597745820192323</id><published>2008-12-28T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:39:05.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erinnerung als ästhetisches Vermögen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was ist eine Erinnerung als ästhetisches Vermögen? Wie wird mit ihr die verlorene Wahrheit der Vergangenheit gesucht?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-9056597745820192323?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/9056597745820192323/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=9056597745820192323' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/9056597745820192323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/9056597745820192323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/12/erinnerung-als-sthetisches-vermgen.html' title='Erinnerung als ästhetisches Vermögen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-3703053307541112716</id><published>2008-12-17T11:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:23:51.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Schild des Achilleus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was für eine für uns fremde Zeit in der Schildbeschreibung der Illias? Das Frühere und Spätere wird nicht geschieden. Der Anfang scheint genau so vollkommen wie das Ende. Saat und Ernte spielen sich zugleich ab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-3703053307541112716?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3703053307541112716/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=3703053307541112716' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3703053307541112716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/3703053307541112716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/12/schild-des-achilleus.html' title='Schild des Achilleus'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6070724958294329824</id><published>2008-12-14T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:47:43.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Schöpfungsbericht</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nach dem christlichen Schöpfungsbericht ist die Welt der Natur für den Menschen da. Wie hört sich das an: die Welt der Natur ist für den Saurier da?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6070724958294329824?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6070724958294329824/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6070724958294329824' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6070724958294329824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6070724958294329824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/12/schpfungsbericht.html' title='Schöpfungsbericht'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-716378683548172119</id><published>2008-12-11T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:08:23.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passagen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Passagen sind Idyllen der zweiten Natur. Nur Stille gibt es dort nicht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-716378683548172119?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/716378683548172119/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=716378683548172119' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/716378683548172119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/716378683548172119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/12/passagen.html' title='Passagen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-959281235495323859</id><published>2008-12-05T17:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:01:00.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erwartung und Erfahrung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Heute die Erwartung, morgen eine andere. Der Wechsel der Erwartungen beschleunigt sich. Was bedeutet das für die Erfahrung?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-959281235495323859?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/959281235495323859/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=959281235495323859' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/959281235495323859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/959281235495323859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/12/erwartung-und-erfahrung.html' title='Erwartung und Erfahrung'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7687364148863036241</id><published>2008-12-02T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:08:13.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeit-Roman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was ist ein Zeit-Roman?  Was unterscheidet ihn vom Epos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7687364148863036241?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7687364148863036241/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7687364148863036241' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7687364148863036241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7687364148863036241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/12/zeit-roman.html' title='Zeit-Roman'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4788696665770978677</id><published>2008-11-27T15:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:54:58.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesie der Zeit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was ist eine Poesie der Zeit? In dem Proustbuch von Hans Robert Jauss findet sich eine Bemerkung dazu: Die Poesie der Zeit ist danach nicht die Poesie des Vergänglichen, sondern vielmehr die des Unbegreiflichen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4788696665770978677?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4788696665770978677/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4788696665770978677' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4788696665770978677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4788696665770978677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/11/poesie-der-zeit.html' title='Poesie der Zeit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7890385873910002136</id><published>2008-11-23T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:49:26.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummeln</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wann habe ich zuletzt gebummelt ohne das Gefühl zu haben, Zeit zu verlieren?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7890385873910002136?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7890385873910002136/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7890385873910002136' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7890385873910002136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7890385873910002136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/11/bummeln.html' title='Bummeln'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2718915815741205408</id><published>2008-11-14T10:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:41:08.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saurier auf Exponentialtreppe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Saurier auf Exponentialtreppe' so hieß eine Skulptur von Schneider auf einer Gartenausstellung in Basel, wenn ich mich recht erinnere. Heute müsste es wohl heißen: 'Saurier auf der vorletzten Stufe der Exponentialtreppe'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2718915815741205408?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2718915815741205408/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2718915815741205408' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2718915815741205408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2718915815741205408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/11/saurier-auf-exponentialtreppe.html' title='Saurier auf Exponentialtreppe'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2323161597234685326</id><published>2008-11-12T16:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:14:43.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertrauen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was heißt Vertrauen in einer Welt der Fiktionen? Worauf kann ich mich in einer solchen Welt verlassen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2323161597234685326?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2323161597234685326/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2323161597234685326' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2323161597234685326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2323161597234685326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/11/vertrauen.html' title='Vertrauen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-9151914416840172227</id><published>2008-11-05T16:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:56:20.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabel und Vertrauen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In Zeiten, wo mit Bestürzung das fehlende Vertrauen in der Wirtschaft beklagt wird, empfehle ich, ein Buch zu lesen, die 'alten' Fabeln von Äsop. Dort wird der Missbrauch des Vertrauens gezeigt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-9151914416840172227?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/9151914416840172227/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=9151914416840172227' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/9151914416840172227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/9151914416840172227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/11/fabel-und-vertrauen.html' title='Fabel und Vertrauen'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6419719906762694355</id><published>2008-11-02T09:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:16:05.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DAX mit 16 Prozent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Der Dax ging mit 16 Prozent plus solide in dieser Woche aus dem Handel. Und trotzdem weiß keiner, wie es weiter geht, so heißt es in einem Börsenkommentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6419719906762694355?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6419719906762694355/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6419719906762694355' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6419719906762694355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6419719906762694355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/11/dax-mit-16-prozent.html' title='DAX mit 16 Prozent'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4770468336383734347</id><published>2008-11-01T15:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:13:54.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dabei sein ist alles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Da wirft man nun von Seiten der Politik den Banken den Rettungsring zu und sie wollen ihn nicht. Wo es doch gilt: Dabei sein ist alles. Man hat sich gefälligst in dieser Rettungs-Geschichte retten zu lassen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4770468336383734347?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4770468336383734347/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4770468336383734347' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4770468336383734347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4770468336383734347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/11/dabei-sein-ist-alles.html' title='Dabei sein ist alles'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-770917831919150454</id><published>2008-10-28T16:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:23:24.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tachogene Weltfremdheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tachogene Weltfremdheit beherrscht nach Odo Marquard das Bewusstsein in der Moderne. Drückt sich diese nicht auch in der Ahnungslosigkeit der Politik gegenüber der momentanen Finanzkrise aus? Es ist so, als ob keiner etwas gewusst hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-770917831919150454?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/770917831919150454/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=770917831919150454' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/770917831919150454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/770917831919150454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/tachogene-weltfremdheit.html' title='Tachogene Weltfremdheit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-5898324318072461030</id><published>2008-10-23T16:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:15:23.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ende der Gemütlichkeit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mit der Finanzkrise soll das Ende der Gemütlichkeit kommen, so titelt eine Zeitschrift. Als ob der Finanzmarkt bisher ein Raum weicher und bequemer Polstersessel gewesen wäre und nicht ein Haifischbecken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-5898324318072461030?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5898324318072461030/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=5898324318072461030' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5898324318072461030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/5898324318072461030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/ende-der-gemtlichkeit.html' title='Ende der Gemütlichkeit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-2893912557570805646</id><published>2008-10-20T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:19:10.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schwer von Begriff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Es kommt, glaube ich, in der Philosophie fast mehr als auf alles andere darauf an, im richtigen Augenblick schwer von Begriff zu sein. (Odo Marquard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-2893912557570805646?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2893912557570805646/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=2893912557570805646' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2893912557570805646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/2893912557570805646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/schwer-von-begriff.html' title='Schwer von Begriff'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6175471055705315627</id><published>2008-10-18T16:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:50:13.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienenkorb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Bienenkorb', so hieß (und heißt vielleicht noch) ein Kaufhaus in Amsterdam. Was für ein schönes Wort für die Hektik in der Nähe des Bahnhofs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6175471055705315627?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6175471055705315627/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6175471055705315627' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6175471055705315627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6175471055705315627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/bienenkorb.html' title='Bienenkorb'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1353097356819560649</id><published>2008-10-15T13:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:39:35.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeitschere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Die Schere zwischen Wachstum und Ressourcen auf dieser Welt öffnet sich. Und was bedeutet dieses Öffnen, wenn das wirtschaftliche Wachstum sich beschleunigt? Aus dem Traum eines exponentiellen Wachstums sind viele noch nicht aufgewacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1353097356819560649?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1353097356819560649/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1353097356819560649' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1353097356819560649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1353097356819560649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/zeitschere.html' title='Zeitschere'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6996776528839771708</id><published>2008-10-10T10:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:43:43.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beschleunigung als Orientierung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kann Beschleunigung mit Orientierung verwechselt werden? Ist das nicht leicht in ökonomischen Wachstumsprozessen der Fall?  Man orientiert sich z.B. einseitig an steigenden Renditen, erst einstellig, dann zweistellig, usw.. Es gibt allerdings Grenzen der Beschleunigung, die die Teilnehmer dieses Rennens nicht zu bemerken scheinen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6996776528839771708?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6996776528839771708/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6996776528839771708' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6996776528839771708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6996776528839771708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/beschleunigung-als-orientierung.html' title='Beschleunigung als Orientierung'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7102004482636827281</id><published>2008-10-07T09:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:52:59.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicht absehbar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Auf dem Finanzmarkt geht es im Moment zu, wie oftmals auf einer Autobahn im Nebel. Man kennt es ja. Es wird weiter gerast, auch wenn nichts mehr zu sehen ist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7102004482636827281?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7102004482636827281/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7102004482636827281' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7102004482636827281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7102004482636827281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/nicht-absehbar.html' title='Nicht absehbar'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6185487221040783378</id><published>2008-10-04T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:23:18.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ein Neuer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Frau X sagt zu ihrer Freundin: Wenn jemand anders käme, dann wäre es mit dieser Beziehung vorbei. Das kannst du mir glauben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6185487221040783378?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6185487221040783378/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6185487221040783378' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6185487221040783378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6185487221040783378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/ein-neuer.html' title='Ein Neuer'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1406287621472962169</id><published>2008-10-01T11:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:51:04.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Langeweile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Es heißt im Deutschen 'die' Langeweile. Ist sie weiblich? Wohl kaum. Wir halten sie uns jedenfalls vom Leibe. Ständig sind wir auf der Flucht vor dieser Fremden. Wenn sie anklopft, laufen wir zur Hintertür hinaus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1406287621472962169?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1406287621472962169/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1406287621472962169' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1406287621472962169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1406287621472962169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/10/frau-langeweile.html' title='Langeweile'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-6116224203389644552</id><published>2008-09-25T09:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:11:27.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unter Druck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In Thomas Mann Roman 'Doktor Faustus' taucht jemand mit seiner Tauchglocke tief hinunter. Die Lebewesen, die Fische, die er dort sieht, sind wie Irrlichter illuminiert. Sieht so das Leben unter einem ungeheuren Druck aus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-6116224203389644552?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6116224203389644552/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=6116224203389644552' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6116224203389644552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/6116224203389644552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/09/unter-druck.html' title='Unter Druck'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-1740713612706387876</id><published>2008-09-24T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:43:36.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche hatte Unrecht</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nietzsche hatte Unrecht. Gott ist nicht tot. Er betreibt nunmehr ein Fitnessstudio in Amerika. Es versteht sich, unter anderem Namen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-1740713612706387876?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1740713612706387876/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=1740713612706387876' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1740713612706387876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/1740713612706387876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/09/nietzsche-hatte-unrecht.html' title='Nietzsche hatte Unrecht'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-7845549772039506164</id><published>2008-09-23T16:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:04:16.571+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kunst des Augenblicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Wer mich nach dem ersten Lehrsatz der Liebe fragte, dem würde ich antworten: die Kunst den Augenblick zu ergreifen; der zweite desgleichen, und desgleichen auch der dritte: dies ist der Schlüssel, der alles aufschließt.'(Montaigne, Essais) Das liest sich wie die Maxime eines Draufgängers. Allerdings konnte er selbst nicht so recht - wie er schreibt - den o.a. Schlüssel benutzen. Er hatte Achtung vor den Dingen, die er liebte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-7845549772039506164?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7845549772039506164/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=7845549772039506164' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7845549772039506164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/7845549772039506164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/09/kunst-des-augenblicks.html' title='Kunst des Augenblicks'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504363360307118890.post-4511702705763085605</id><published>2008-09-19T11:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:04:31.942+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressource Zeit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wie die Ressource Erdöl, so wird auch die Zeit immer knapper, je mehr sich das wirtschaftliche und technologische Wachstum auf dieser Welt beschleunigt. Auch die Zeit scheint daher immer kostbarer zu werden, je weniger es von ihr in vielen Bereichen des Lebens gibt. Im Unterschied zu den Rohstoffen, gibt es für die Zeit allerdings keine Alternative, keinen Ersatz. Der temporale Komparativ kennt keine Grenzen. Die Devise heißt: Zeit zu gewinnen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3504363360307118890-4511702705763085605?l=denkstachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4511702705763085605/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3504363360307118890&amp;postID=4511702705763085605' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4511702705763085605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3504363360307118890/posts/default/4511702705763085605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denkstachel.blogspot.com/2008/09/ressource-zeit_19.html' title='Ressource Zeit'/><author><name>denkstachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877444313827224034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4Q2CLEBbI/Tsuuxni180I/AAAAAAAAAF4/-Ye_u7cmoco/s220/peter%2B4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
