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55th issue, September 2002
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RAPIDLY GROWING |
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More and more ladonians in the world. Now Ladonia has 8.700 citizens. During one month the number of citizens has been growing by almost 1.000, the highest increase in our history. The number of ministers in the cabinet has also increased, the cabinet has now around 70. And they are working hard. In May this year 212 official letters were sent by the members of the cabinet, in June 452, in July 503. You can look at the list of ministers on our website: administration. And what are they doing? The spirit of Ladonian interest is clearly pointed out by minister Pablo Linares in a most beuatiful and convincing way: One of the "reasons" (what an irony) why I decided to become Citizen and help our citizens running for an Office charge, is because there was no reason at all in all the Ladonian State Issues... Well, in part there were reasons, but with our crazy mind, we managed to make them work. Since we created Ladonia, we can create everything, real or not. I believe CREATION is the engine that moves Ladonia, and creation should be the main reason for it existence. Creation on all aspects...Art, crazy things, mixing science with fantasy ( as an example, the Muted DNA Dragonfly, the Green Meteorite, and so on) I love science and rational thinking...but "Hey!", I joined Ladonia to be able to get rid of that...didn't you also? I read Hawkings, I'm an IT guy and also my dearest Ambassador here in Argentina. So I'd say that we should respect each other positions. And leave the rationality for the ordinary world. As a matter of Fact, I was helping with the SETI program as millions do, from their homes, processing little chunks of data received by the Arecibo Radiotelescope...I left it for a while and now I returned at a 100% again. And I was thinking in a crazy way to include Ladonia on this... So you see...we like science, at least I do. But the point is the interface with the Beautiful Weirdness of Ladonia. I love seeing Fredrik's Jumps* at least in pictures...that kind of behavior is the core of Ladonian Thinking I believe. I don't know if the other ladonians feel this way or not. Maybe I'm wrong, since no-one can dare to say they're the owners of truth... My 2 cents of Örtug .... Minister Pablo is of course wrong, as what he says cannot be said. But it has to be said. *The reference to Fredriks Jumps; in the important work of this minister (f art and jump) is included to jump into water as a general portest. |
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| REVOLUTION IN LADONIA | ||||
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While other nations have great problems with revolutions Ladonia is well prepared in making these as interesting and creative as possible. The first revolution was in 1999, the second started on the 20th of July this year. The ladonian minister of madness Wenche Blomberg came to Ladonia and proclaimed herself as Queen Wenche I. She wore appropriate clothes and to underline the coup detat she made a green kite. The minister of art and jump, Fredrik Larsson (he had just made a jump into the ladonian waters) and the state secretary tried to fly the kite. It almost did, but was better off when placed up in Wotans tower. The revolution lasted for a week, the revolutionary kite was thrown out of Wotan City (our capital), the last stronghold for Wenche I was in Arx (our second largest city), but after another week the revolution was over. The Queen of Ladonia, Ywonne I Jarl spoke to the cabinet concerning the revolution: The Queen currently lives in exile with her family. It's not unusual that occassional ringleaders take the opportunity to instigate a rebellion under such circumstances. Meanwhile the Queen carries out important work, in setting Herself at defying the Swedish State and encouraging others to do the same. The Crown Princess, Jasmine, received the news of the rebellion with utter dismay. Her father wonders who is the evil person, wanting to rob a little child of her vision of one day becoming a Queen and her older sister, Fylgia, is deeply concerned with her sisters health (she has a very fragile heart). Despite the difficult circumstances the royal family endures, soon a stamp will be published, produced by a professional artist/photographer, with a picture of the Queen. The stamp will be one in a series followed by a stamp of the Crown Princess and other members of the royal family. This is a message from the Queen: Omnia Vincit Amor! WAAAAALLL! (expressing full commitment to Our Subjects and indignation over the rebellion) A Norwegian Friend of Our Family, CW Beck of UiO, has offered Us a safe haven in Norway. It is Our wish that the Honourable Instigator of the rebellion, Wenche, will not jeopardize such an arrangement. We also whish that Wenche approach Us and We will deliberate including Her as an Eon in the Court. Wherever We find a safe haven in the World, the Ladonian banner is always flying high from Our Mobile Palace."
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| DUCT TAPE | ||||
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Is duct tape possible to use as a vehicle for expressing the totality of the universe? Probably. As you might not know there does exist an official day of duct tape. Minister Betsy Thaggard made the research: Best as I can figure, International Duct Tape Day is 12 August <ref: item 22 at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/6523/10196.html > though it doesn't seem to be observed widely. Now Ladonia has the minister of duct tape and high voltage Hunter Tammaro, who had to take the responsibility of the DUCT TAPE DAY. THE DUCT TAPE REPORT |
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| THE MINISTRY OF MADNESS APPOINTS SAINT | ||||
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Widow Countess Wenche von Blomberg und Grünerløkka, Minister of Madness, has given Ladonia its first saint, San Roberto. That was after the revolution when she proclaimed herself queen. Anyway, San Roberto is strongly connected with beer drinking. Whenever you long for a beer, you cry out his name, and the miracle will happen over and over again, at least when you are in the Ladonian Bar Chez Les Screemin Bass. The background is given by the countess: On the 29th of July 2002, news agencies distributed the shocking story of Roberto Cerceletta who was chased away after several years of collecting coins from the Fontana di Trevi in Rome. Roberto, a certified madman, has been performing his meritorious activity no matter how many times the local authorities fined him. He persistently turned up daily at dawn with his rake and swept up some 200-300 Euros a day. Wise & practical, this one-man cleansing department prevented the famous fountain from being totally filled up with money to the displacement of water. Now the authorities want this money for themselves, or - as they put it - "to collect them for beneficial purposes". We all know what that means. Nobody will ever see the - legally spoken - ownerless coins again. In true Ladonian spirit, Roberto made his own way and carried out a task of social utility. He found a free space in the Roman social order and was of no harm to anybody, except for himself on this sorrowful day as he cut up the skin on his stomach with a razor-blade in front of the cameras, thus protesting the vicious suppression he fell victim to. A very impressive and fully understandable piece of body art. To protect the inventive Roberto he will be sanctified and kept in our annals. When stupid tourists throw away their travel budget, it is an act of remarkable creativity to contribute to a lousy pension by a daily morning wade with your rake. We are deeply concerned with the state of things in Italy and ask Ladonian residents there and elsewhere to support the case of St. Roberto. The Ministry of Madness will support & protect all creative expressions labelled as madness and find, conclusively, that most of them are deeply rooted in reason. |
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| THE ARMY AND THE ORDER | ||||
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Our esteemed Hidalgo de España, Francisco José de López y Domínguez has not only dreated the Ladonian Army (Ejército) and the Order of Honour but also the design of the uniforms. He is presenting this design in the text below. I refrain from translation. The text is most suitable and enjoyable in pure castellano. Los diseños de uniformes del Ejército y de la Orden. Los uniformes se basan en los soviéticos; la imagen corresponde auno de General o Capitán General -según las charreteras-, los grados inferiores no llevan entorchados de hojas de laurel y, en su manga izquierda, llevan el distintivo de su arma (en un escudo negro como el de la imagen, las letras M -miles-, E -Eques- o A -Artilleria- coronadas y en oro); en la imagen de la charretera de General y en la de Capitán se observan dos emblemas -una serpiente y una copa y un aspa- que serán reemplazados en nuestro ejército por una corona en oro; la guerrera será verde o azul marino -este último color reservado para los oficiales desde Capitán a Capitán General de gala, con cordones del lado derecho y de oro. En cuanto a botonadura, los oficiales de coronel en adelante usarán botonadura cruzada, en tanto que los oficiales inferiores y soldados usarán una sola fila de botones y la guerrera sin cruzar; los pantalones serán con una fila de galón rojo los oficiales hasta capitán; dorado los coroneles, y General y Capitán General dos filas de galón en oro. los soldados no llevarán insignia alguna de rango, con charreteras del color de la guerrera y sin galones; el cinturón será dorado en oficiales y de cuero en soldados. La gorra será de plato, no tan grande como la soviética, y con el escudo del Estado coronado entre haces de roble en oro -ésto para los oficiales; los soldados, sólo la corona-, la visera llevará, en caro de General y Capitán General, dos haces de hojas de laurel, uno a cada lado y filo en oro. El capote, en invierno, será cruzado, abierto por arriba, del mismo color que la guerrera y con las mismas insignias, excepto los cordones. La insignia de la Orden consistirá en una cruz paté negra con filo de oro, con aro del mismo metal y una corona en el centro; por detras se ha de leer PRO HONORE, lema de la Orden, en el cuello penderá de una cinta de 35mm, en el pecho será una placa de 10cm, la de comendador de número sin la corona; la banda será de 10cm, y el collar lo compondrán coronas y H alternadas, en número de 10H Y 9coronas; así: -HCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCH-, las medallas tendrán la cinta en forma de V invertida, como se ve en la de la imagen.La banda se llevará desde el hombro izquierdo a la cadera derecha, y para las damas medirá 7cm; la imagen de las insignias es de muy mala calidad, mis más sinceras disculpas, confío en que hará que alguien haga mejores dibujos de la Orden. Como fundador de la orden, tengo derecho a ser su canciller y a otorgarlas en nombre de Su Majestad, así como de ser Gran Cruz; si es así, comunicádmelo, pues quisiera recompensar vuestra labor por Ladonia con un Comendador de Número. I.S.D.FJLD, General, Hidalgo de España. |
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| A GREAT POET FROM PAKISTAN | ||||
AN EXPRESSION OF REAL LOVE O' my dear, what a lovely sight! I like you very much. When I look into your eyes, I fall in love with you every time. It's not a joke, You are only one for me in this world. I see you in my dreams daily, Break my nights, with your love. Coffee is very tasty when you make, Now you know me, who am I? Don't think this is like a drama, Really you are a thing of joy. Haridas Shyamkumar
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| COMPLETE POETRY IN LADONIAN LANGUAGE | ||||
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The Ladonian nobleman Laird Glenalmond has selected all the possible Ladonian poems: Untitled 1 ÿP Untitled 2 waaaaall Untitled 3 ÿP waaaall Untitled 4 waaaall ÿP They seem to me to have a singular beauty. |
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| AT THE END OF THE DAY | ||||
| A word from our Minister of Health Through dark evening clouds an airship landed in the world of sudden autumn at Ofotenfjord way north, and the Minister of Health, reading a very amusing book by Alfred North Whitehead, written in 1910, embarked a bus, and later a cab, to find his beloved mountain bike, a vital link in His belly abatement system, which had proved especially rewarding earlier this summer, while His fellow countrymen were still lazily enjoying the hot lovely Ladonian beaches. The book title is 'An introduction to Mathematics', and somewhere on page 90-95 it says "While the British are considered to be ruling the empire of the seas, and the French the empire of the lands, the Germans are generally considered to be ruling the empire of the clouds". We note that America is not mentioned at all, at that time considered not much more than a curious new province without proper European manners. This of course could upset modern Americans provided they are of a new brand of called 'therapists' and 'therapists-in-training', since in psychology everything seems to revolve around being ten years old, or at a corresponding level of mind, quick to react and slow to reflect. The Germans would probably be a lot more educated and wise and not mind their allotted empire of clouds at all, since we know very powerful Arian Donnerwetter gods from the Dawn of Olden Times, very old indeed, incomparably much older than the excellent medieval inn Olde Hansa in Tallinn, now a trend setter of medieval music revival, with its entire staff in medieval costumes, where I very much like to visit and order the Herr Richtrer's Schweinbraten Ratskellerart mit Sauerkraut und gewürtzten Rotwein however it is now properly said in German, my humble apologies or a deep plate of hot ' selyanka', where, according to the wise messenger, sacred dances teacher, Gaspadin GI Gurdjieff, "like in modern psychology, everything goes, except perhaps you and me". The central problem of psychology would be 'Self'. What on earth does it mean? In Jungs collected works there are uncountable references to a self archetype and the number four. What then is the 'number four'?? Among other things, the fourth category, subsistence, and a frequent ordering factor in dreams. We can start with a pointing reference to something taken as a whole, then move into polarity, expressing a force field, and thirdly relationship, adding the third thing to relate at least two things, taken from Plato, also a vector, with direction and magnitude, and then into the just so and here and now, the first concrete category subsistence. This is all mentioned in old German philosophy, e.g. Hegel. The same author, Alfred North Whitehead, has written Process and Reality (1929), where we can read about prehension people influence each other, like not even invisibly through the air, but via a mysterious ether. Processwork paychology, a modern Jungian brand, without referring to Whitehead, describes fields where everybody intyeracts with everybody and taking the problem of Self lightly, like the very gifted 18-year old kid I met in 1965, accustomed to being praised for whatever he undertook and constantly encouraged to solve all problems with his brilliant mind more about him in an instant anyway processwork thinks we are all a big quantum soup of nothing definite and all pretentiously playing just arbitrary roles in a pseudo-deterministic social drama Bless them, bless them, what a true insight into the scary general state human affairs only look what atrocities people do to each other in the dark worlds beyond seven seas and seven mountains and south of the equator however, thereby the excellent porocessworkers also exclude all possible self development towards becoming a sage like e.g. the man who said such a witty thing about modern psychology and selyanka. The gifted 18-year old kid had somehow got hold of a big old oldsmobile from the 40-ties, and offered me a lift from Wesleyan University in Connecticut to New York. It was a sunny Friday afternoon in October. The trees on campus had become as colourful as ever in the autumn and the air was brisk, yet not cold. My friend's big black square car had two seats, one behind the wheel, fortunately, and another in the back where I was kindly asked to make myself comfortable, like a king, and like a king I felt, until little way down the road my proud driver enlightened me with the perhaps not so terribly relevant information, but still, that he in fact had no licence, but since he was accustomed to manage whatever he undertook with unprecedented success, he was sure it would be all right and we would get to New York in no time and much cheaper than with the bus, all we needed to share was somegas money. Well, the ride got bumpier and bumpier and somewhere 50 English miles outside the city, in Stanford if I still remember the place correctly, my brave driver finally hit a road works barrier and blew a tire whereupon I as it 'Damahls' was, the king in the back seat, had to collect my luggage and complete my journey to New York waving my thumb. Moral: Always consider what you maybe didn't think were possible. Always, on all occasions think in this manner: What I perceive is either 'A' or 'not-A', or what I was unable to foresee at all! Greetings to All Peoples in the World, Emanuel von Bock, Minister of Health. |
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