From here to there. At day and night. Meeting young and old. Happy and sad. Men and women. Constant input eventually resulting in visual output.
…one of my favorite things on Youtube I’m gonna have a and a now.
A woman lay on the street, apparently dead, in front of a flower shop. Through the viewfinder it all seemed removed from reality. It was hard to focus on any one thing. Thirty years later, I’m surprised to find the flower shop is still there.
Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Living outside of Europe makes me realize that in most places of this rapidly urbanizing world the cities are younger than the people who live in them. In Europe, cities are always older than their inhabitants, history is being accumulated in built heritage, and cities [more]
My Midwestern side of the family lives in northwest Ohio, on neat acres of farmland that grow corn, wheat, and soybeans. The terrain is profoundly flat, divided into mile-long squares, demarcated by the county roads. If you set off down one of these roads, you can see the [more]
Worthy fuenfnullzwei.de/60pages blogger, I am a man who has already lived half my years and I can say that I have never had any peace. I was born in Russia on the Black Sea near Georgia. My parents were poor and when I was quite young I went [more]
Independence is a result of self-value I think. If you give less a damn on the judgment of others then you are either stoned or you care about what you do. Things don’t serve to compensate the “forever empty” (as Louis C.K. has named it wonderfully) inside you. [more]
The executioner at the reception looked at me with a deadpan face. “What’s this weather you brought with you? Quite unexpected.” – „Agreed“, I said. “I usually bring tons of sunshine.” He handed me the padlock. “Happy workout”, he said. I thanked him and took the padlock and [more]
I just lied to you. This will not be about sex. But I lied to you on purpose. You see, there is a subtle difference between lies and bullshit. Because, as Harry G. Frankfurt puts it, «it is impossible for someone to lie unless he thinks he knows the [more]
“Coulda woulda” is always a fun and sad game to play. “Nachts, wenn der Teufel kam” (At night, when the devil came) is one of the most “coulda woulda” things in film history. On the surface it’s decent enough, maybe even intriguing considering its history. It’s one of [more]
While working on a new project today I somehow ended on a trip down memory lane/ extended stream of consciousness whilst thinking of communication back in the days and nowadays. Here we go: I started texting with one friend on Whatsapp in the morning, skyped with another then, [more]
Mir ist aufgefallen, dass ich Wetter, Weltall und Zeit sehr gern mag. Das war mir bislang nicht bewußt. Aber wenn man jeden Tag über irgendetwas schreiben muss, 60 Tage lang, dann wählt man sich wohl etwas, das einem nahe ist, zu dem man eine Beziehung pflegt. In diesem [more]
: dear uschi, in markus lanz‘ show you said, that we as east-germans are not qualified enough to earn wages of at least 8,50 € per hour. we think that this must have happened because you don‘t know east germany and its inhabitants. with this petition we invite [more]
than just a nice picture. And I guess it’s slowly all coming together.
Dear fuenfnullzwei.de/60pages, I have been in Germany happily since 2011. Despite everything, Germany is a real democracy because there is a complete separation of religion and state and it’s totally annoying that I cannot get married to my boyfriend in Israel if he’s not Jewish. Nor can I [more]
Mit seinem Tod schliesst eine Epoche ab; man liest es oft, wenn einer gestorben ist, der lange gelebt hat, auch in der Öffentlichkeit und nicht unpolitisch. Mit seinem Tod schliesst eine Epoche ab, die Tage habe ich es gelesen, geschrieben unter das Fotos eines Mannes mit Orden [more]
Ischgl, Tirol, so genanntes Winteropening mit Stargast Tamara Ecclestone, hochschwanger, Babybauch hinter kiloweise Pelz. Metrosexuelle Trash-TV-Moderatoren und deren Kolleginnen im Billionaire Girl-Look, wie sie Dir in Instyle zum Nachmachen empfohlen werden. „Regt sich da keiner auf, dass man überall rauchen darf?“, fragt eine Reporterin den Barmann. „Naaa, mir [more]
If undecidability is a part of decision, as Jacques Derrida has shown, then this means for the subject of decision that it is a subject in the space of undecidability and also the subject of undecidability. The question concerning this subject and its relation to other subjects would [more]
Thursday morning, 6am: Taxi picks me up from the residency. Taxi company is a husband and wife team, and they’ve both showed up today out of solidarity/sleeplessness. It’s still night outside. I snuggle into the back seat and they take off, murmuring gently between them, the radio on. It’s [more]
today I am a curator, I have curated 48 words for you cairn chaos comte corrie cumin displayment downbeat dreich eddy edge elegant ephemeral fallacy fire fractal fragile fuck gaze glacier graphite gruyere haecceity jouissance immanence iteration kerning machair malinger meta mescalin money mote mendicant nape parallel [more]
She was a Party animal, her cousin said. Beate Zschäpe laughs.
To fight bullshit in your life, what you need most is what Ernest Hemingway called a «built-in, shock-proof shit detector». Something inside of you that makes the alarm go off immediately: Bullshit! Bullshit! A signal to bridge the noise. A Geiger-counter for nonsense. You can train that detector [more]
There is some good advice that you just want to oppose to until you get an idea what was actually meant by it. One of these things you hear in acting a lot is called “moment to moment”. Now the mother of my friends therapist. No, the therapist [more]
“More ideas in the ten first minutes than other films have over the entire running.“ has become somewhat of a cliché, sadly, but it can still be true. “Youth of the Beast“ is one of these movies. It’s full of little twists and turns, both stylistically and narratively, [more]
There are new plans at work for Tiergarten. The last Planpflegewerk (“Management Plan”) was drafted in the ’80s, completed in 2006 with the reconstruction of all the axes into new allées. In addition to a permanent Festmeile (with or without fence), and the recent obsession to increase tourism [more]
It all started with one of my first posts on the immigrant Avrom Nahum Stencl listening to the church bells of Berlin. The emails started to come. People asking for advice. First a trickle, emails here and there, and then last week they became a daily occurrence. Strangers [more]
The last two days basically consisted of endless hours of driving through the mountains of North India. Winding, steep roads and high beam lights approaching either the right or the wrong side of the road added the little extra to the already not very pleasant drive. But the [more]
I’m not gloomy, mind you. I love the ocean breeze from the tracks high above, wave after wave, swoosh and swoosh and swoosh, and the glittering sunlight reflecting on the street. I’m holding a drink in one hand and a good read in the other, sunglasses, t-shirt, naked [more]