I find gifted ironists sort of wickedly fun to listen to at parties, but I always walk away feeling like I've had several radical surgical procedures. And as for actually driving cross-country with a gifted ironist, or sitting through a 300-page novel full of nothing but trendy sardonic exhaustion, one ends up feeling not only empty but somehow...oppressed.
DF Wallace, "E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction", in A supposedly fun thing I'll never do again,
Abacus, 1998, p.67
A T-Shirt shop called Alphaville
. The implosion of irony.
What Fassbinder film is it, the one-armed man comes into the flower shop and says "what flower expresses days go by, and they just keep going by endlessly, pulling you...into the future...days go by...endlessly, endlessly pulling you into the future", and the florist says "White Lily..."
Laurie Anderson - White Lily redux
[...] bis zu zehn Raumdimensionen ausgehen, die sich in Genf womöglich nachweisen lassen.
[...] assume up to ten space dimensions that may possibly
be proved in Geneva.
Wolf Schmidt, "Wissenschaftsporno in Genf", Tageszeitung, 100908
Sept 7: Das Telefon ist abgestellt
Secure passwrd to lab issued by administration recently: C1234