The thing about Thomas Pynchon is, always has been, for me at least, this strange combination of a certain Vorfreude because of the newness of the new work and a nauseating feeling the first, depending, 45 to 450 pages on. This confusion, is there a higher purpose to [more]

The east side of Tiergarten, the one now facing the Holocaust Memorial (2005), used to lie in proximity of the Wall and was severed from the rest of the forest by the Entlastungsstraße. For fifty years this area grew wild, sandy and dry, where many dirt trails run [more]

I realise what a slacker I am when I have to get up before sunrise for the first time in ages. But the rest of Berlin seem to be slackers too, the streets are deserted. Then I remember it’s a bank holiday, Tag der deutschen Einheit. Both my [more]

28degrees. 28degrees was yesterday’s temperature in new york. 28. this morning, making a cup of tea and changing the order of things in my cupboard (most glasses now behind the tea cups and mugs) the message finally arrived (while yesterday i just made some jokes how obscene and [more]

We went to look at furniture tonight, store opening in Hollywood, organic furniture. Something like that. We did not pay so much attention to the sofas, because, over orange flavoured vodka drinks, we got into a heavy discussion about Instagram. What is it? Why is it strange to [more]

“Moi aussi, je me suis demandé si je ne pouvais pas vendre quelque chose et réussir la vie. Cela fait un moment déjà que je ne suis bon à rien. Je suis âgé de quarante ans…” “Me too, I asked myself if I could not sell something and [more]

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Neben Kleopatra, der alten Diva, und dem Langahus der Irokesen, den alten “Feinden der Apachen”, nun dies: Im Modder der Summenmutation. Live in Bonn. Einige seiner fulminanten, wahnwitzigen Irrsinns-Aktionen, die John Bock selbst Vorträge nennt, werden in veränderter Form als „RE-Vorträge“ zur Wiederaufführung gebracht. RE-Play. Gleich zur Eröffnung [more]

Today I understood why I love this little car2go smart car so much. Not only that it’s talking to me, it actually got the voice of K.I.T.T. (Knight Industries Two Thousand). The exact same voice (german voice)! I winced. Of course, that’s it. Remember, Knight Rider. My first [more]

  The Sonla Bistro at Storkower Bogen. Around two in the afternoon the place is empty. The fountain is pretty loud, decent Chinese music––or Thai? Five Asian employees sit next to the bar and have lunch. They are all pretty young. In their mid-twenties. Chinese and Thai dishes. No [more]

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I lost my favourite shirt. I am pretty sure it was my favourite shirt. Indeed I know of hundreds of better and nicer shirts but this one was definitely special. It was gray, a beautiful mixture of light gray and dark gray and slightly washed out, not too [more]

Sometimes I really don’t understand what politics is about, and why it keeps me so concerned, and what intrigues me and disturbs me about it. Where does is actually begin, and where does it end? We are still so centralized in our system and thinking, I think. I [more]

Dearest Gandhi Ji Today is your birthday and it seems that except on the rupee notes you don’t play an important role anymore. Almost worse it seems that you actually slowly seem to fade into oblivion and with you all these brilliant thoughts and ideas that once brought [more]

Tomorrow is a holiday in Germany: Day of German Unity. It is also the 25th anniversary of Franz Josef Strauß’ death. He died in 1988, one year before the German reunification. He died on the last Saturday of the Oktoberfest. After some beers and a knuckle of pork [more]

Today a friend asked if I have read The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri because I was telling her that I will pay for my sins with 10000 years in the Purgatorio before I go to hell. No, I have not. It’s not that I am completely unfamiliar [more]

What is the method of a museum of loneliness, since you ask? It is about non-place and transit, driven by the idea of a post-cinema. Anti-institution. Opposite end of dot.com BUT embraces new technology. At home in the departure lounge. Techno-romantic. Rubber stamp. Works through other bodies like [more]

This is the most beautiful place in the core of the city: 210 hectares of dense forest. It is traversed by wide roads, but along with its sanctified ways, there are mysterious almost invisible trails that run through dark woods. They serve a large wild population. Cunning and [more]

“We moved into the Heath. There were oilfields, and blackened earth. Jabos flew over in diamond shapes, hunting us. Blicero had grown on, into another animal. . . a werewolf. . . but with no humanity left in its eyes: that had faded out, day after day, and been replaced by [more]

Everybody is looking for something. Everybody seems in crisis. Everything is crumbling. Well, the appearance is still there. You look the same. Just a little worn. Just a little tired. But underneath. The shallows. And it is not only you. There is insecurity all around. It used to [more]

i love 60pages. it should be 120pages or 180pages. so many new people, ideas and styles (of writing) to read every day. and more and more things grow together while the horizon broadens. also since last week i have my favorite authors on 60pages and now after reading [more]

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Today, two deaths: On October 2 1968, Marcel Duchamp, optician, voyeur, and chess player, passed away, aged 81. On October 2 2002, Heinz von Foerster, one of the architects of cybernetics and Wittgenstein’s nephew, died at the age of 90. The only traceable connection between the two might [more]

Il aimait nigauder, s’amuser à des choses de rien. C’était quelqu’un avec du goût pour le design. L’intérieur de son appartement était aménagé de marbre ophite, son jardin envahi d’ormin. Quand il était plus jeune, il y a 30 ans, il a commis une action révolutionnaire mais cet incident [more]

You’re moving halfway around the globe, and you have 1 day to pack your whole life into 1 bag. How d’you do it? Well, as simple as it may sound – it isn’t. Never mind the clothes, the toiletries, and all those electronic chargers (one for each device, [more]

Hip Hop? Seriously? Yes! Very much so! And why? Simply this is one of the most magnificent songs I know. Perfect in architecture, strong in lyrics, powerful in sound. A masterpiece! What are all these discussions about a and b music worth? Absolutely nothing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBCXWdL7Wb8

As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World I twisted and turned my hands in their metal cuffs. Finally, at the expense of a great deal of skin, I got them loose. But now that [more]

Why did it take so long to put Jay-Z on the cover of VANITY FAIR? Seriously, Jay Z has the same meaning as Frank Sinatra or Jackson Pollock. Listening to “Empire State of Mind” gives me more goosebumps than any pair of heels or Lanvin dresses. More than [more]

We Think Alone by Miranda July

From the Happy Science London Temple comes now “the proof for the spirit world”: The life-size statue of Ronald Reagan, at his namesake sports park in Temecula, California, was damaged in an apparent arson fire on Friday, Sept. 20. Here are some comments on pe.com: Mr. Kent · [more]

Fühl mich wie der Hans im Schwank der Grimms. Ein eigenartiges, nervöses, wohliges, unbekannt anregendes Gefühl in Kopf und Gleidern. All das befremdet mich ein wenig. Und so schaue ich bei Belsenen nach und finde: In motivationstheoretischer Interpretation aus Managementsicht ist Hans ein „eigennütziger Hedomat und unlustmeidender Glücksökonom“. [more]

Sometimes people ask me in which language I think. It depends. However, it doesn’t make a difference whether I’m in Turkey or in Germany, it depends on what it is, that goes through my mind. Some people say language means thinking. I don’t know, but at times there [more]

This is my friend Kasa. Kasa is wearing a cheerleader uniform. Kasa is really cool––Street Cool. Anyway, we spent a Sunday afternoon together and she was wearing this uniform. Only American schoolgirls wear this, mostly in bad movies. But since that day, I also want one, quite desperately: [more]

On Spiegel online I read today that Christian Lindner from the FDP (Free Democratic Party) got a hair transplant. I didn’t notice, but it seems true. He does look better now. A far better hairjob than Berlusconi’s. Better than Gerhard Schröder’s dyed hair too. I wonder if the [more]

OK, whisper it who dare but just when everyone decides Breaking Bad is a masterpiece, MOL goes and spoils the party by saying the final series is not so scary or funny. The actors look like their decisions are being made not by the characters but by script [more]

Johannes Brahms who wrote the most sublime music (German Requiem, symphonies, wonderful chamber music, unique piano music etc. etc.) composed a cycle of Hungarian dances for piano solo (also an orchestral version). They became (right so!) terribly famous and were transcribed for different instruments – in this case [more]

As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World It was almost sunset. Sky and ocean turned red as my blood under the dark purple rain clouds massing overhead. Heading north, I flew over the settlement [more]

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Photography can be a tricky endeavor. You always search for THE perfect moment, framed and frozen in a flawless composition. The camera, ultimately being a limited expansion of your eye, moves your body back and forth, left and right, up and down. It’s not a rare occasion that [more]

Next to the old Carl-von-Linné–Schule ist the new Carl-von-Linné–Schule. Almost the same building. Not far from the Carl-von-Linné–Schule is another abandoned school on Paul Junius Straße:

I’m reading a book by Daniel de Roulet. Ein Sonntag in den Bergen. It’s a great book. On page 63, the protagonist is referred to as a “Textualtäter”. (I don’t know the English translation but it might be “textual offender”.) “Textualtäter” describes somebody who accomplishes an action only because [more]

Last week’s NY Art Book Fair at Moma PS1 was visited by 27.000 people. About 23.000 of them were dressed incredibly well for book people, but maybe that’s normal for the combined crowd of the bookish and the artsy and New York. One of the 27.000 people who [more]

Well, you should see this film. I recommend it because I wrote it! I wrote it with my friend Ludovica and with my other friend Alessandro. We write often together, we ironically call ourselves the Lemures, as if we were a band. The Double Hour is the first [more]

The Cape Flats where kids play with real guns disguised as toys

When I was studying in the city of Bern, I took diving lessons offered by the university’s sports department. The lessons took place on Fridays at noon in the indoor swimming pool Wyler. We were usually around four people. My diving teacher, Andrea Geissbühler, a copper (since Luther [more]