Question: What’s your happy day?

http://annehodgson.de/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/happyday.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | DownloadPerhaps it’s a sign of the times, but several magazines here in Germany (Spiegel and Focus) have featured “happiness” as their title story. Well, it’s clearly a good thing to think about and discuss. The Beatles sang “Happiness is a warm gun”, with more than a touch of irony. […]

Question: Heroes or victims of circumstance?

It’s Memorial Day weekend, a national holiday dedicated to the soldiers who have fallen serving their country. By definition, that makes them heroes. Or are fallen soldiers victims of circumstance? Soldiers have a very important job to do, and we ask them to do their duty for us. Does doing that duty make them heroes? What exactly are we celebrating here? What do you think: Are we right in asking soldiers to do their duty? Are they heroes or victims of circumstance?

Start it up

Thinking about starting up a podcast again, after a break of about half a year. There is so much to think and talk about. Will you be part of the discussion?

sweet spring is your

http://annehodgson.de/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/sweetspring.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download“sweet spring is your” by e e cummings from 1×1 (1944) is under copyright, so here are just the first two verses: “sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for spring time is lovetime and viva sweet love” (all the merry little birds are flying […]

Pink flag

http://annehodgson.de/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/pink.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Downloadred-rag and pink-flag by e e cummings red-rag and pink-flag blackshirt and brown strut-mince and stink-brag have all come to town some like it shot and some like it hung and some like it in the twot nine months young About this poem: e e cummings‘ satirical poem expresses […]

Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

http://annehodgson.de/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/frost.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | DownloadWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake […]