January 2009
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A Complete History Of My Sexual Failures. A nice little personal documentary. I like this because I sort of hated the director, and I think generally he’s a miserable c*nt, but by the end of the film I empathized with him: and this is the small bit of brilliance in making a good doc.
I ran into Alejandro and Relja (who is DJing tonight at the Haus der Kulteren der Welt) at MAO. Here we’re behind the projection surface, and Alejandro is giving me the finger.
As a friend said about Berlin: “I hear they eat pure electricity for breakfast there.”
Last night I went with KJ’s friend Tesha to Maria am Ostbanhof (MAO) to see some music as part of Club Transmediale. Transmediale is the combination of two sister festivals in Berlin that explore experimental art/music/structures/video/mashups. It’s fucking fantastic. The guy above is Carsten Nicolai, who looks just like Klaus Kinski and goes by Alva Noto. His shit is heavy HEAVY...
“HIGH TECH SOUL is the first documentary to tackle the deep roots of techno music alongside the cultural history of Detroit, its birthplace. From the race riots of 1967 to the underground party scene of the late 1980s, Detroit’s economic downturn didn’t stop the invention of a new kind of music that brought international attention to its producers and their hometown.” from...
Berlin Amerika Haus, Obama Inauguration
As a former ballet dancer, let me tell you: For all I’ve done, she still says,...
– Rahm Emanuel
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HELL YES
I have an German passport! This is awesome on so many levels, but most importantly, I can now live and work ANYWHERE IN THE EU legally and freely. Hooray! And if I can swing residency, I can get EU home tuition at schools in the UK. Six weeks and I’ll have the goddamn thing in my sweaty, greedy little hands. Andres took me this morning to the Auslander office and the entire time I sat...
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motivational speeches
“You are such a great example of someone who can juggle more than one idea of who you can be.” Dave Bush: a great teacher. I think I speak for many when I say that I was shaped by his class, taken at the ripe old age of 17. So many thanks for those years in that room smelling of paint, glue and teenage angst.
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exhaustion
why do certain questions always get asked in public places? those questions which you know will open the freaking floodgates? i’m tired.
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its funny
Once you know some family secrets, gestures or glances that meant nothing or were dismissed in the past take on new mysterious meaning. A wide eyed look of mocking shock, a brief raise of the eyebrow: you’re suddenly in on the secret and aware of the context. Weird.
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grey spot
The other night we were standing around the table after dinner and Andres started laughing.
“I didn’t notice that before. That grey spot, in your hair? I had that, and my grandmother had that spot. Ah, that’s funny.”
It was unbelievable cold that night: when we walked to the S-bahn my dripping nose crackled and froze into tiny icicles.
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bitter cold
This is my attempt to follow myself as I unravel, condense and expand in Berlin.