one trollop's gossip

so, i have to confess, i am no good at telling sexual orientation. rather bad, really. anyways. came to think of it when speaking about possible job opportunity earlier and then tonight talking to fe about a person who is just delectable and was spotted there where i was.
there have been other people as well (who would have guessed, really, karl improve your dramaturgy):
obviously isabella rossellini who was wearing a rather mother guru like black dress with some white jewelery. dress was not showing figure or if so then not to best advantage... no, but delighted. she was giving interviews. i was watching from above, feeling oscillating between goddess and michel de certeau . wonder if 2 floors is high enough for such action.
anyways she was interviewed by dieter moor and many others, but didn't speak to the assembled people which i guess is alright. she drank water, like myself ( :) ) which was gerolsteiner which i cannot stand. well, then we had the cheap crew, lovely miss vaginal davis
, who, i cannot spare you, spent 10 minutes at the ladies' with make up bag, came back, sat classy in loungy chair, was being pampered and entertained by darling little boys (including the delectable which, obviously, is not telling the whole saga), one of whom came to press make up tissues when performance of cheap for their cheapy award ceremony was due. it's a thing i gave at least three seconds of thought, miss rossellini (have i told you that the green porno was really rather great - she incarnated different male insects and described the sex act of specified insects - great!) came, not too classy i guess, but was surrounded by cameras and even two autograph craving guys, whereas miss davis was the classy madame nana with the tissue thing and lovely guys, too. female classiness knows no boundaries.
anyways, who else. well, scarlett wasn't there which was no pity. enough female classiness with the misses davis, rossellini and little me.
spotted peaches and also guy maddin and jerry tartaglia (which made sense, because he was hosting the jack smith screening later on).
well, so much for the gossip which really is inspired by the lovely gossip studio cheap and the arsenal created in the atrium of sony centre. check it out, it's worth it, really: bar, b_books store (which is just a bookshop to die for (i, personally would rather kill for that specific place, because where'e the fun in being dead in a bookshop?). the buergels could tell you if they would be talking to you), cheap shop, installation art. nice. and you just might meet interesting people. or not.
fe had the nicest hair really. well perhaps apart from the delectable's ones.

i am concerned and i wonder

it is due to whatever reason that i am spending hours not doing 'rational' things. well, but still, there is not not thinking about what i encounter which is good somehow, i guess. so here we go with some of the nicest things i have read recently and it makes me sick:




i especially like the 'female intern' part.
ann is very good at outing homosexual politicians. perhaps that is a good job i could go for, too. she called al gore a 'total fag'. and she knows that bill clinton 'may not be gay', but stated the opposite which was not based on personal experience but is a joke, as known in publishing.
i so not not not love her! what do you think of her? (she has nice hair btw, really need to send her a note asking where she's having it done, maybe i can be her female intern and accompany her to all things hair and beauty connected and be a little comfort in such horrid times)
and - there is chris crocker and his trying to make public the homophobia on youtube. which is a huge controversy at the moment and all the comments he receives can make you sick, i promise. so if you wanna be sick check the comments to his vids. some of my favourites:



you haven't checked on chris crocker? well, shame, really. due to that you have now missed the internet boyfriend search, but you can still watch the response vids. funny anyway, vid is gone but response still there. is it like the unoriginated origin of things? wow, like there are traces, too.
incidentally, one of the other things i did, was reading high quality literature and now know that the movie is better than the book. congratulations to the storyliners of bridget jones. but, anyways, i was stuck reading rabidly and feel older than my identity card tells me due to being able to identify with so much older lunatic spinster. now it's finished and i can keep on wondering and later watch insect porn with darling isabella. i am so looking forward to seeing her. unquotable sources even speak of scarlett attending the opening. if you wonder, which is alright - when the wonder is gone there is no more child in you to keep on exploring - the arsenal, the berlinale and green porn.
oh joy, yesterday's nightie outie was nice, got advances from 60 year old crumply face and wondered. also there was some creating of new words with ruc and jk. i would love to keep in mind the 'metavulväre genouille' which obviously derives from einer hinterfotzigen, das genieren erhöhenden unangenehmen situation wie in der scheiße stecken (aka bredouille) which can easily be translated. but i won't.

depressive versager mal bitte hinhören

... made my day :)

for the emokid in you to care about

in a way, many things not only recently just really annoy me. i behave like a mindnumb teenager most of the time for no apparent reason. in a way that is also quite satisfying because no one really needs to care about emoesque gibberish. that's the part where it gets funny because - yes! ... no, i don't know how that should be funny. well, anyways.

*** this was my lame take on how to be the emokid that screams - 'nobody listens to me and i am so bored, depressed and lonely. life sucks.'

** is this so different?

* why then?

rosey's white rabid - omg, it's so sad

i thought this was the saddest thing i have ever seen. even more sad so than when you walked away.

the horrors - she is the new thing

very good animation. good hair, too. and nice tütü.
loved it.

everything is illuminated

i am again at the bottom of an unstoppable wheel, and when i feel my eyes close for death, as they have and will a thousand times, i awake. (39)

the shtetl was painted with the doings of its citizens, and since every color was used - except for that of the counter, of course - it was impossible to tell what had been touched by human hands and what was as it was because it was as it was. (200)

i must inform you, jonathan, that i am very sad person. i am always sad, i think. perhaps this signifies that i am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and i am always the same thing. perhaps i am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. perhaps i am lucky. (227)

and so it was when everyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. words became floods of thought with no beginning or end, and would drown the speaker before he could reach the life raft of the point he was trying to make. it was impossible to remember what one meant, what, after all of the words, was intended. (261)

gelesen

unter uns - uns allen zusammen und in unterschiedenen zusammenhängen - hat es schon das teilen eines gemeinsamen gegeben, das nur sein teilen ist, doch teilend existenz gewährt und also an die existenz selbst rührt, insofern diese heißt, der eigenen grenze ausgesetzt zu sein. das eben hat aus uns "uns" gemacht, uns trennend und uns einander näherbringend, die nähe schaffend durch die entfernung zwischen uns - "uns", "wir" in der wesentlichen unterschiedenheit, in der sich dieses kollektive oder plurale subjekt hält, dazu verdammt, niemals seine eigene stimme zu finden.
jean-luc nancy.

bäh

heute ist ein schwarzer tag.
mal wieder gefragt, wieso eigentlich und wenn ja, warum? darum? oder darum? oder darum? oder vielleicht auch darum?

wir hatten gestern eine prima probe.



marwell

plain delight

it's great.
just great.
i think i had enough mind fucks for a whole lifetime.



it's just alright now. i am eliminating the main cause of insanity in my life.
and then everything will just be delight. nothing personal. plain delight.
it'll be great.

special topics in calamity physics

adored this book, really. how can you not madly love blue van meer? and, i don't know, well, got me this marisha pessl, really did.
"she was looking for love amidst frozen peas"
american-beautiesque i guess, but whoever says that's a bad thing.
"'remember what i've always said about truth, standing in a long black dress in the corner, feet together, head down?'
'she's the loneliest girl in the room.'
'precisely. contrary to popular belief, no one wants anything to do with her. she's too depressing to be around. trust me, everyone prefers to dance with something a little sexier, a little more comforting.'"

narcisstic fools all over the place

nun, zeit ist vergangen, überraschenderweise.

viel ist nicht passiert.

viel ist passiert. unter 'the mes' sind quasi die artefakte vergangener und fortdauernder inkarnationen zu sehen.

vorhin habe ich einen vortrag zu pasolini gehört und mir dabei die fingerkuppen schwarz gemalt. interessante erfahrung, vor allem, da das auch nach mehrmaligem abwaschen nicht verschwindet. aber inzwischen habe ich sowieso die kuppen dem staate schon gegeben.--> קדימה

in the end it's always bad sex on dirty bathroom floors

--> marwell live

5.3. schokoladen ackerstraße

13.3. zmf zur möbelfabrik brunnenstraße

*weeeeeeeeee

schwarzesnossen kann ich eigentlich jedem kulturinteressierten menschen nur wärmstens empfehlen. neben re-edukatierender sinnhaftigkeit ist da auch ein augenzwinkern bei, was nur so tut als ob. und onkel briandine muss man kennen.

ich nehme mir ernsthaft vor, interessanter und häufiger und schöner und ergreifender zu schreiben, damit die riesige feed-gemeinde (*hint hint hint*) auch befriedigt ist.