Everybody knows that to love demands the transgression of the narcissistic „narrative of the victim“ (Eva Illouz), which declares the subject to be an object of a structure of determinants. Because this transgression isn’t easy, Jean-Luc Nancy distinguishes between „good“ and „bad narcissism“. Good narcissism would be nearly [more]
We know that Maya Deren pioneered lolcat videos in her 1944 The Private Life of a Cat. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_iFk1eU1B0 Apparently, film pioneer Georges Méliès was into raunchy stuff, too. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYYdTAuGm34
The 5th of November. I missed bonfire night. That means I missed lots of expensive fireworks. I missed my dad making a Guy Fawkes that he made from his own clothes. I missed watching the life size 6ft 2 home made man burn on the fire. There is always [more]
As I wake up this morning, I aim to do as the so-called Weavrs (create your own) do and blog myself into existence. I dreamt I was sleep walking. Maybe I was. Nobody said anything in the apartment I’m crashing in. It’s Baltic sea weather outside. Weavrs are simple AI [more]
Neben mir steht jener Mann, den ich auf der anderen Strassenseite aus einem Wagen hatte steigen sehen ohne ihn weiter zu beobachten, denn gewartet habe ja ich auf einen Wagen in der Hotelvorfahrt. Sein Gang ist unsicher und langsam, das war mir aufgefallen. – Kommen sie, meine [more]
Inside the red-brick Brooklyn schoolhouse, you’re greeted by a waft of indistinct odors—Freshly brewed coffee? Multi-day-old sweat? Oven-fresh sweet breads? The rubber of basketballs? The menthol, camphol, and mint oil of tiger balm? At noon, at the polls, the atmosphere is jovial, casual, communal, congratulatory. At the top [more]
Ringing bells are part of the German soundscape. Germans hardly ever notice them, foreigners in Germany almost always do. After years of hearing them, Glocken just elicit a sort of contemplative feeling among Germans. To an immigrant like Avrom Nahum Stencl, who left his native Poland and his [more]
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Tuesday. Work. “Don’t cry – work” (to be found on the back page of Rainhald Goetz’s novel Irre). Tuesday. Tennis. Schlieren. It was raining. Depressing. Normality. Things seemed to be different though. Won the first set. And then I lost the second. All back to normal. Federer lost [more]
German TV does not broadcast Tuesday’s Champions League matches. (I know I mentioned this before) And still!: Every Tuesday I check all the channels––in hope. Yet after another unsuccessful attempt I searched for a live stream on the net. And found everything but soccer: You can earn $8000 [more]
There is a hut on the Pfaueninsel that is completely covered in oak-bark. The textured surface is clearly beyond camouflage. Grotto-like and hypernatural, it hurts to look at the structure as a whole, the eye is soon permanently staring at the trippy detail of the skin. Intense. The [more]
„Laternenmasten können Geld verdienen“, weiß man beim Werbeflächenvermarkter mediateam Stadtservice. „Werben Sie an Laternen“, fordern Die Draussenwerber, die Spezialisten für lokale Außenwerbung in Berlin. Wen interessiert es, ob Laternenmasten Geld verdienen können oder nicht? Ich meine, schön für die Laternenmasten, aber ich stehe keinem von ihnen nahe genug, [more]
Yesterday it happened again. I was listening to a talk by the photographer Greg Constantine who was given the stage at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC to present his ongoing photography project on the ethnic minority of the Rohingya people who are facing a genocide [more]
Today I had a crash on my bike with a pretty speedy car and it was my fault. Firstly I am fine apart from a little bruised wrist. Secondly my bike is also fine apart from some slightly twisted handle bars, but I was able to ride home. [more]
Dear Eva, It will be almost a month since you wrote to me and you have possibly forgotten your state of mind (I doubt it though). You seem the same as always, and being you, hate every minute of it. Don’t! Learn to say “Fuck You” to the [more]
In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 60 pages. In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 60 pages.
If, in love, there is a moment of criticism of ideology, it lies in the necessity to open the rhetoric addressing the other, which is controlled by stereotypes towards a space of a language yet to be invented, which expects as little convention as possible of the singularities [more]
Helmet Scott taught a course on film in the hyper-inflationary Weimar Republic, and frankly, Hackney, Peckham, and.. Ripon “this feels quite similar.”
During my flight to London I was thinking of how terror prevention was working and actually how severe it could already be back in analogues times. When I arrived I didn’t think to find myself queuing for almost 45 minutes until we entered the customs and border police [more]
Rupture designates the rupture with established presences. It serves notice on co-operation with firm realities whether they be positive (plainly legitimating) or negative (plainly negating). The rupture is already rupture with this positive-negative model, rupture with plain affirmation as well as with plain negation in order finally to [more]
It is not always easy to make sense of love, as absurd as it seems, as resistant against every meaning. One is based on a rift, which Jacques Derrida describes as the difference between the who (qui) and what (quoi) of love: “Is love the love of someone [more]
Can there be an equality of subjects who can rely on nothing but the absence of substantial guarantees? What would this community of equals be? Would it not be at first the community of those who participate in the incommensurable? In the incommensurable which is another name of [more]
As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World How I spoke with the Duke’s bear and saved the Duke from a plot “Once upon a time Philip was a good man,” Belinda said. We were [more]
We can speak of a subject once the willingness appears to substitute for the esotericism of the quest of self-discovery a self-invention; that is to say, once a little of the courage to address oneself as something other than an object comes into play. With the death of [more]
Am Telefon sprach er zuerst Englisch, dann sprach er deutsch. Das irritierte mich. Wir verabredeten uns für Donnerstag. – Hier in Boston liegt Schnee seit letzter Woche, wann sind sie angekommen? Er werde mich mit dem Wagen abholen, darauf bestand er trotz meterhoher Schneehaufen beidseitig der Strasse. [more]
“Date Modified: 24.01.1984” – Looks like my computer is adapting to current events.
NBC’s “Saturday Night Live” is in its 39th season now. The show has many rules – most of them laid down by evil Buddha Lorne Michaels. The two most important ones seem to be that 1) every episode hosted by a woman of color will be strong and [more]
Within the horizon of Michel Foucault’s analytic of finitude that supplants the “metaphysics of the infinity,” Gilles Deleuze writes, man is “traversed by an essential disparity, almost an alienation by rights, separated from itself by its words, by its works, and by its desires.” It would be wrong [more]
It all began with this, a little blurb I found about a little Bavarian town on the Jewish Museum of Berlin’s website. The town is called Schopfloch, which has the unfortunate, nonsensical approximate meaning of “hair hole.” There have been so many metaphors and bon mots to describe [more]