Ofterdingen and Kropotkin
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
on the lam
Schlafwut | Astralverdoppelung | Nachbarn duschen um 4.20am | Lampenschein um 4 | Tage ohne PC Geräusche | Das Ende der fetten Jahre? | Gesine gleicht BooBoo Glass | 7:14 kein Tageslicht | Hingucker | Das Auge des Bösen (Bild)
Sunday, October 21, 2007
On the lam"I'm off to boil a monkey's bum"
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Spoil 1.99 semanticide"Massive black hole enters the record books"
Ein anderer merkwürdiger Forscher ist Zwerg Breitsam, der an einer Ampel steht und Autofahrern ins Gesicht starrt. Dann mißt er die Geschwindigkeit, mit welcher die Angestarrten die Kreuzung überqueren. Die gemessenen Werte nennt Breisam die Fluchtgeschwindigkeit der Fahrer. Es heißt, daß Zwerg Breitsam euphorisch ist, "was er noch alles erfahren wird.".
Another peculiar reseacher is Zwerg Breitsam who stands at a traffic light and stares at automobile drivers' faces. Here he measures the speed with which those stared upon cross the intersection. Breitsam refers to his data as the escape speed of the drivers. It is said that Zwerg Breitsam is euphoric about "all that he is yet to find out."
Stefanie Carp, Kriegsgeschichten: Zum Werk Alexander Kluges, Munich, Wilhelm Fink Verlag, 1987, p. 189. Trans. mine.
Monday, October 08, 2007
This firft fenfation
I felt all over my frame a ravifhing calm, to which, each time I recal it to my remembrance, I never felt any thing comparable in the greateft activity of known pleafures.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Boil 1.98 Freud's War
A house was on fire. My father was standing beside my bed and woke me up. I dressed quickly. Mother wanted to stop and save her jewel-case; but father said: "I refuse to let myself and my children be burnt for the sake of your jewel-case." We hurried downstairs, and as soon as I was outside I woke up.
Monday, October 01, 2007
In any case, social conventions of the time being what they were, whenever Satie's musicians, installed there in the restaurant, started to play, all the diners would stop talking, put their utensils down, and politely listen. Satie thus had to walk around the restaurant almost continuously for the next half-hour, passing from patron to patron, demanding that they stop listening to his music.