habe ich diese bekannte Erzählung von Brecht ins Jiddische übersetzt. Und sie klingt auch schon besser. Auch wenn Brecht selbst einmal schrieb, dass Jiddisch keine “so voll entwickelte moderne sprache” sei wie Englisch und Deutsch. Trotzdem wirkt er inspirierend auf Jiddischisten aus aller Welt, wie das Video-Interview mit [more]
Today, as is often the case, the sunset views from Valentino Pier in Red Hook, Brooklyn, were awesome; and, once again, the vastness of these views served as superb backdrop for some significant mental musings. We really should have a word in English for Gschlirkwolke such as these, [more]
Last night I was playing ping pong with a white-whiskered German, a murmuring Brit, and a long-legged Floridian. The German, a painter from Bayern, had perfected the art of talking smack, a skill set I never would have credited him with upon first glance. He stood inches from [more]
2012 was a good year for Method Acting Architecture in Berlin, but what about 2014. Alea 101 is going to be finished by then. In the moment, it is a building site, a well organised building site. The yellow stripes on the scaffolding become a motif itself, it [more]
Sei mir gegrüßt, Melancholie, Die mit dem leisen Feenschritt Im Garten meiner Phantasie Zu rechter Zeit ans Herz mir tritt! Die mir den Mut wie eine junge Weide Tief an den Rand des Lebens biegt, Doch dann in meinem bittern Leide Voll Treue mir zur Seite liegt! Die [more]
One of the 600 year old trees in Tiergarten. One of the 600 year old trees in Tiergarten.
Today was a good day! The energy of this city kicks big time right now and with music all the way from morning till now it really made a fantastic day!! With no words left in my brain I let the music talk. Started the day with SOUL [more]
A few weeks ago I got a job offer. The kind of shiny-new-job that is supposed to save journalism. Except that it won’t. Because no one has a clou what they’re talking about. You see, there is a gap between the generation of the bosses (in their 40ies [more]
There should be compulsory trips for everybody to go to the coast and breath some sea air.
I have been partially paralyzed from my psyche downwards this week and thus thinking has become a peculiar pastime. Two things, however, grabbed my attention. Our favourite computer worm Stuxnet seems to have gone rogue and is currently wreaking havoc on its own. I quote the goof people of [more]
In 1978, the businessman Girard “Jerry” Henderson built a 16,500 square foot underground mansion in Las Vegas to be able to escape the dangers of the impending nuclear war that would be able to sustain life for a full year. The mansion features bomb- and earthquake-proof magnetic doors, a swimming [more]
As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World I was a soul being sung by the Light. I lived in this blessed state for what felt like an eternity, watching the rise and fall of [more]
Niemand kann alles lesen, was an Text bis heute produziert worden ist. Seit mehreren Tausend Jahren wird geschrieben, wobei sich das Alphabet als schriftliche Darstellung einer Lautsprache bis heute bewährt hat. Das Lateinische Alphabet ist bislang noch das am weitesten verbreitete, der höchste Anteil des weltweiten Textaufkommens ist [more]
Philosophy, insofar as it represents the event of a culture of logos that has lasted more then two and a half millennia, associated itself from the outset with light (with the platonic sun, the Christian lumen, the Aufklärung, the enlightenment, the Lumières, the Husserlian evidence and the Heideggerian [more]
Strange headline, maybe. It sounds like a particularly desperate song by a garage-punk revival band from Portland from the early 2000s. But there is more to it than that. I won’t bore you with what my life was like in 2008 when the mortgage crisis started. Let me [more]
As part of the South Korean state visit (welcome president Park), a venue was held in the Old Billingsgate along the landmarks of Thames. On the ground floor were displaying cultural / industrial products from Korea, naturally headed by multiple images of Psy (Gangnam Style). Hidden under this [more]
Here’s my second haircut (with massage) Ümlaut/ poem goes on: poem, goes on: poem, goes on: poem, goes on, by Anna, Rälph’s mother 7 Bäume, Äste, Gräser. Grüne Blätter bräunen. Gärtner, Mörder, Päderasten. Kärnten, Österreich. Ötzi, Kernöl, Röslein. Küsschen? Nö. 8 Hände, Münder, Möbel. Königinnen können gönnen. Völlig [more]
Annä, well it’s Anna, Anna is the mother of Rälph and Annä, no Anna (sorry Anna) cuts my hair. Mäx has loads of hair, like the Prefab Sprout guy, style hero, all grey, he doesn’t hear, see or feel anything anymore, but listen to Billy: [jwplayer config=”audio” mediaid=”16617″] [more]
Deconstruction expends itself as the desire for a faceless future which includes also the desire for a new responsibility and justice; it falls over itself in the expectation of that which no expectation accommodates. It exists only as this somersault, as an ebullient movement into the unknown, as [more]
Eugene Allen, a White House butler for more the 30 years, says: “The room must feel empty when you’re in it.” Shouldn’t we remember that next time someone babbles about that contemporary fetish named charisma?
My hometown was described in the Guardian as the best place to in the UK. I struggle with this concept.
Behold the fearless flyer. Modern-day marketing meets post-modern story-telling. No grocery store flyer has ever convinced me more than the fearless flyer from Trader Joe’s.
What is this here? A picture of the Wailing Wall, from the men’s section because in this holy space, the men and women are divided according to the strictures of Orthodox Jewish law. The men standing there are engrossed in prayer, as most usually are at this location. [more]
This afternoon, I was sitting in a van, as the driver went to the drive-thru bank. The interaction with the teller went something like this: Hey Josephine. Hey Bee. You want quarters. Yes ma’am. You need anything else? We’re starting up the Christmas pageant rehearsals this week, so [more]
Year 1930: Women allowed to vote in general elections in Turkey. Year 1934: Women allowed to be elected in Turkish Parliament. Year 2013: Women allowed to wear trousers in Turkish parliament.
This week I went to see the film Gravity in 3d. I enjoyed it, thought it was good, before you decide whether to take account of my opinion you should know that since I started producing films and found out just how difficult they are to bring in [more]
Don Winslow says: “I’ve lost the ability to be shocked long ago.” Is that a good thing? Or just unconditional surrender?
Walk into your local CVS drugstore anytime in November and find yourself bombarded with a tri-polar holiday disorder. Pilgrims or pumpkins? Turkeys or trees? Wreaths or witches? Goblins or gingerbreads? Piled high in bins of reduced-priced good are ghosts and goblins, witches and werewolves, orange-and-black M&Ms, plastic spiders, [more]
Today is my birthday and the last day of 60pages. I wanted to post something really great and smart and funny. But nothing. For my birthday I got a cheerleader uniform and I found my LOVE Shirt, I bought a lipstick called Antigone (hello to Mr.Steinweg) and Vienna [more]
With a complex plot of organic virtual reality, the film Existenz stages a world of low density and presumed post-calamity: lonely gas stations run by black marketeers in remote rural settings, individuals driving Land Rover of the series III from 1978, cute mutant animals that are bred to [more]
Last night I went to a concert by the upcoming Swiss band Pablo Nouvelle. It was a mesmerizing, nostalgia-inducing experience. There was something about the venue, small and snug, and apparently the only music-place you can smoke inside in all of Switzerland. There were exactly so many people to fill [more]
Recently a group of Turkish students were arrested because they led protests against a new law that would restrict universities’ nature as independent institutions of research. After the students’ release the minister for youth and sport Suat Kılıç offered to discuss bilaterally with the student representative Emre Ersel Erbaş. Student: [more]
As a reply to Xifan Yang’s post Shanghainese:
Odd Title, true. (reminded me immediately of the Mel Brooks classic ‘Men in Tights’) But this is what I thought after I read an article on the DTN Website today about the next taboo which has been lifted in turkish parliament: A few days after the headscarf ban [more]