Thursday, November 29, 2007

On cultural capital, ctnd.

I spent my high-school years staring at the pine trees outside my classroom window and picturing myself on the campus of an Ivy League university, where my wealthy roommate Colgate would leave me notes reading, "Meet me on the quad at five." I wasn't sure what a quad was, but I knew that I wanted one desperately. My college friends would own horses and monogrammed shoehorns. I'd spend weekends at my roommate's estate, where his mother would say things like "I've instructed Helvetica to prepare those little pancakes you're so fond of, but she's had a devil of a time locating fresh cape gooseberries." This woman would have really big teeth that she'd reveal every time she threw back her head to laugh at one of my many witticisms. "You're an absolute caution," she'd bray. "Tell me you'll at least consider joining us this Christmas at Bridle Haven; it just wouldn't be the same without you."
I fantasized with the nagging suspicion there was something missing, something I was forgetting. This something turned out to be grades.
David Sedaris, "the imcomplete quad", in Naked, Back Bay Books, 1998, p143.

On cultural capital

Of the twenty-some young men who were waiting at the station for their dates to arrive on the ten-fifty-two, no more than six or seven were out on the cold, open platform. The rest were standing around in hatless, smoky little groups of twos and threes and fours inside the heated waiting room, talking in voices that, almost without exception, sounded collegiately dogmatic, as though each young man, in his strident conversational turn, was clearing up, once and for all, some highly controversial issue, one that the outside, non-matriculating world have been bungling, provocatively or not, for centuries.
JD Salinger, Franny and Zooey, Penguin, 1955, p. 9

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

ARLANC 1.64

rapture

Schatten der Südsee















"Then you'd pass by this long, long Indian war canoe, about as long as three goddamn Cadillacs in a row, with about twenty Indians in it, some of them paddling, some of them just standing around looking tough, and they all had war paint all over their faces. There was one very spooky guy in the back of the canoe, with a mask on. He was the witch doctor. He gave me the creeps, but I liked him anyway."

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Im Land der Skipetaren u.a.a.O.

Balduin Möllhausen Plagiate | "Sammlungsreisende" (aus der Reihe Euphemismen d. Ethnologischen Museums, Berlin) | Exponat: die Schreibfeder Karl Mays | Trickbetrüger | 8 Jahre Zuchthaus | gekaufter Doktortitel | an eidesstattlicher Erkärung, die Ehefrau habe ihm Geld unter dem Kopfkissen gestohlen | Spätwerk: Vom ewigen Frieden | "dargestellt am Beispiel der Wandlung Winnetous vom Gewaltmenschen zum Edelmenschen" | "Kommst Du mit ins Kino?" "Nein, ich geh lieber sublimieren" | eines Tags gehorchte Robert Walsers Hand nicht mehr | Ludwig-May-Hitler (Reihe großer Visionäre, Syberberg)

Balduin Möllhausen Plagiarisms | "Collecting Travelers" (Series Euphemisms of the Ethnological Museum, Berlin) | Exhibit: Karl May's nib | Karl May, grifter | 8 years penitentiary | purchased doctoral degree | an affidavit that his wife had stolen money from under his pillow | late works: On eternal peace | "represented in the example of Winnetou's transformation from a being of violence to a noble being" | "Want to go see a film?" "No, I prefer to go sublimate" | one day Robert Walser's hand no longer obeyed | Ludwig-May-Hitler (Series major visionaries, Syberberg)

Snowlandia


From behind 2.33

Was kam zuerst, Dose o. Dosenöffner...

Which came first, can or can opener?

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on the lam (eg literature)

..and sometimes voices,
that, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,
will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,
the clouds, methought, would open, and shew riches
ready to drop upon me; that when I wak'd,
I cry'd to dream again.

Shakespeare, The Tempest, III, 2

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

shadow of the south seas

Monday, November 12, 2007

on the lam, ctnd.

How to approach a giant being wie man sich einem großen Wesen annähert the labour of embarking & disembarking spiegelportrait der mutter (funke zu pixel) Brecht's Sakkofutter Walsers Hand, die ihm nicht gehorcht der verlorene 2. Roman zur abenteuerlichen Indienfahrt menschenleere Topographie des Terrors (Snowlandia) Medea aus dem ursprünglichen Tätervolk

Sunday, November 11, 2007

snowlandia




















schatten der südsee