Montag, 16. Januar 2006

Jelinek fuhr nach München, um aus ihrem Gedichtband Lisas Schatten zu lesen. Sie sollte als Vorprogramm zur legendären Gruppe Amon Düül II auftreten





return of the unterkleid: nyt > ruth la ferla: what's sexy now? the slip





Without question, the craziest aspect of the Holly-Valens-Bopper death memorial is that nobody could ever find it by accident; it's just a tiny metal cross in the middle of deep nothingness, decorated with Bud Light beer cans and empty cigarette lighters and somebody's Blockbuster card. It's sort of like getting to the summit of K2 and realising it's littered with dozens of empty oxygen tanks. I stand in front of the metal cross for maybe 10 minutes (probably nine minutes more than necessary), and then I walk the half-mile back to the Ford.
guardian > chuck klosterman: the day the music died ("Chuck Klosterman drove for 6,557 miles touring America's most famous rock'n'roll death sites")




ny metro > amy sohn: the vagina dialogues. sex columnists compare notes





nordic walking fucking: wired news > regina lynn: this pogo stick's for adults only





Pee your phone





Sonntag, 15. Januar 2006

dromomania also called travelling fugue





Manchmal in den letzten Monaten habe ich mich gefragt, was ich eigentlich will. Es fällt mir aber nichts ein. Ich will in einem Raum sitzen, rauchen, schreiben. Ich will in einem Bett liegen, reden, Musik hören, mit ihr schlafen, rauchen, reden. Ich will in einem Kino sitzen, sie manchmal ansehen, wie sie den Film ansieht. Ich will in einer Bar sitzen, trinken, reden. Ich will in einem Restaurant sitzen, essen, trinken, reden. Manchmal glaube ich, ich bin verloren. Man muss mehr wollen. Ich aber habe nie etwas gewollt. Eigentlich nur zum Abendessen gerufen werden nach einem Tag in meinem Zimmer, rauchend, schreibend, abendessen, reden, ins Bett gehen mit ihr.





flickr: photos tagged with firstgoatse





medical simulators





One morning when he was 15, Takeshi shut the door to his bedroom, and for the next four years he did not come out.
nyt magazine > maggie jones: shutting themselves in

hikikomori. rental sister.





'I don't think anybody would be in love with me.'
observer > on the couch with tracey emin




legs of mystery





"Gone was the idea of exultation, or of showing what one can do; in its place was outrageously passive-aggressive behavior and non-musicianship.” Chan made it through only a few songs, and the night culminated in her asking what it would be like to be hit with a machete, and lying face down in tears. The band stormed offstage. Some audience members came up and patted her on the back.
ny metro > cat power: i am a survivor




tropolism





party(1)





wankr

[it's going to be awesome]





wimwendersisierung





der trost von updike-zitaten in updike-besprechungen in der fas.





Donnerstag, 12. Januar 2006

Manchmal, liebe Bezugsgruppe, manchmal höre ich Musik und will dass Sie dieselbe SOFORT auch hören.





david maisel: library of dust

[via bldgblog]





"The loneliness of the long-distance libertarian."





because you care
granta > binyavanga wainana: how to write about africa




A 20-ounce cappuccino is an oxymoron.





guardian > Excuse me, weren't you in the Fall? Mark E Smith's band is legendary for its ever-changing line-up. Dave Simpson made it his quest to track down everyone who has ever been a member





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