A couple of years ago I attended a summer school with lots of science historians and sinologists in Heidelberg, and met Solange. Solange Guo Chatelard is from all over the world, and is a serious researcher and filmmaker at the same time. We practiced post-colonial drinking, academic impressions, [more]
Last night I traveled all over the world. Not in my dreams, but also not in reality. It started with the worry of winter. The memory of the dark cold days, and nights to beat. It went on to seeing where I could go to escape. Skyscanner took me [more]
There is this story of stolen art going around – do I want to say “still” because it’s been like a week? I hope that one day maybe Lawrence Weschler will write about it. Anyway: It’s been referred to as a Nazi-Schatz which makes me think of the [more]
I don’t always want to tell the truth even if I might agree that it is worthwhile. Usually life is more complicated than words, at least I want it to be. The constant pressure to clarify the confusion is upsetting and our own fault. Inconsistency requires tolerance and [more]
The corner where I live attracts mythical creatures. Every morning, rain or shine, a one-man bike protest cycles by, wearing a helmet, frantically blowing into a whistle, carrying a huge sign demanding something, and playing the (unrecognizable) demands from a tape recorder, which alternatively blasts a gift card [more]
What distinguishes the love of truth from the belief in truth is that the subject of the love of truth (the philosophizing subject) does not presuppose truth as substantially given. Only in touching truth does truth constitute itself. Truth means nothing other than the untouchable, the beyond of [more]
As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World Thus began the long and complicated business of socializing the Frog Creek cow-girl, a process that would alter me for better but also for worse. Even in [more]
„The romantic“, Georges Poulet writes, „is a human being discovering him or herself as the center”–just like the narcissistic subject. Falling back on the narcissistic imaginary has a stabilizing function. It bridges the abyss of non-sense by filling it with meaning. The narcissist lives his life trying to [more]
The Sun Warms the Skin, but Burns it Sometimes Too About the Eternities Between the Many and the Few Loneliness Tears Cracks of Madness Even in Walls Knowledge is Power and the Early Bird Catches the Worm The Serpent in the Soul of the Serpent The Outside and [more]
Es kann vorkommen, dass für Augenblicke während des Abbruchs eines Hauses, Architektur entsteht.
Everything that happens, happens in Tiergarten. In early 1919, days after the suppression of the Spartakus insurgency, 100.000 Deutsche Mark is the unofficial reward for capturing and killing the leaders of the Spartakus group. On 15 January, at 20.30 Rosa Luxemburg and Karl Liebknecht are arrested without a [more]
– Oui mais, le corps, le corps, le corps. – Celui de la langue ou l’autre ? – Non, non, le corps, le corps, les sens, les cinq sens. Aucun des cinq sens n’a besoin de la parole. – Besoin ? – Bah, non. Bah, non. Les sens [more]
From “My Lunches With Orson” edited by Peter Biskind: Interviewer: How did [Hedda Hopper] know about things like you and Lena [Horne]? Orson Welles: She offered fifty dollars for information and people called her up. Not friends, but waiters or valet-parking people, anybody. Somebody reported that I went [more]
Ejnar Nielsen, Die Blinde. Gjern, 1896/1898 Why is art so hard to look at? Sometimes it feels like regarding a too-bright landscape at midday, the sun glinting off of every surface. Or being in the mall, Rihanna singing at a harmless volume, drifting from clothes racks, feeling sweaters. I know [more]
Yesterday would have been Aaron Swartz’s 27th birthday. On January 11 2013, Swartz hanged himself in his Brooklyn apartment. At the time of his death, Swartz, a programmer, internet activist and outspoken advocator of open access, faced more than 30 years in prison and a maximum of one [more]
Die Ducati 1199 Panigale ist ein Superbike der Extraklasse. Herausragende Leistung, brillante Technik, unverkennbarer Charakter, einzigartiges Design. Und Unisex. Erhältlich zum Beispiel bei Motocorsa.
The oversized terms of the metaphysical tradition (justice, truth, freedom, etc.) are markers of inconsistency because what they denote does not have a 1:1 representation in the field of constituted facts, since by definition it represents the threshold of the spectrum of representation and therefore destabilizes it. The [more]
Free coffee! Free coffee! I used to see them maybe twice a year, usually at the foot of the Manhattan Bridge in Manhattan or mid-way across the Brooklyn Bridge. But recently they’ve been making more frequent appearances and show up on some slightly less-beaten paths. Today they set [more]
“Schieß doch, Jude!” That’s what Daniel Josefsohn always says. Of course he means with a camera. His camera. You see, he’s a photographer in Mitte and he’s gotta survive, after all, amidst all that Mitteschmerz because Germany is giving birth to its new identity there. And so in [more]
Chapter 4: How I stopped being a motherfucker and became the soft funny crippled nipple-licker, I am still today (1) And yes, I suffered like hell from Hans. The minimum of male warrior I was in the very end, now, after coming back from my so-called Ausschwitz trip, [more]
Gestern Abend, Tagesrandverbindung (ein Wort, dass ausschließlich von Bankern benutzt wird, aber an DDR- Wörter wie „Jahresendfest“ erinnert) Berlin- München. Neben mir ein älterer Geschäftsmann, der gerade eine Deutschlandkarte des Handelsblatts auffaltet. Auf der Karte steht „Zukunftschancen Deutschland“; die verschiedenen Regionen sind in unterschiedlichen Farben markiert – Rot [more]
Der Kellner sagt; Claude, how are you. Beth, you look great. Die beiden bestehen darauf; ich soll mir etwas aus der langen Vitrine aussuchen, wollen selber aber nichts essen. Das Gebäck sei köstlich, wiederholen sie mehrmals. Als ich vor der Vitrine stehe zeige ich blind auf ein [more]
ich weiß nicht was soll es bedeuten daß ich so traurig bin; ein märchen aus alten zeiten, das kommt mir nicht aus dem sinn. heinrich heine, 1823 niemals wieder!
NYC is always busy and you easily seem to get soaked into that kind of hectic rush that almost everyone roaming around here seems to be into. So it’s nice to take a brief break and spend some time with old friends.
(One day late) We met last night. We raised glasses to Jeanne, who’s done. We made Eva older. We spoke with Georg and Bobby about irony, and being resistant to it. We met Sandra, who is wonderful, I think. We tried to go on with Sam. We went [more]
As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World How I learned to remember the future The next day the two oldest sons were missing from the dais. Thanks to Chickie, the Duke had averted catastrophe, [more]
Several hawks and common buzzards live in Tiergarten. These birds of prey keep permanent nests in the middle of the city, in the forest: a fact, a paradox, unexplainable and real, contingent and advancing against the horizon of a complete humanization. Buzzards and hawks prefer to be few [more]