Archive for October, 2008

Apropos…

October 31, 2008

Sarah Palin on Fruit Fly

and this:

http://www.palinaspresident.us/

I advise to click on the red phone!

Jay Z on politics

October 31, 2008

I found this video of Jay Z making a political statement during a concert. I find it astonishing how popular culture gets involved in the upcoming election. I know that it´s common for celebrities to openly speak out who they support, but still, I feel it´s much bigger this time. In a way it´s good that George Bush has become such a hated figure – he makes people act.

Work In Progress

October 30, 2008

I´m working on my first Infografik Poster. It is quite difficult to organise the hierarchy of all the information.

This is the first attempt and the digital version.

Ideally it would look something like this in the end .-)

http://catalogtree.net

Heavy Rotation

October 27, 2008

This weeks “top ten daily bus ride playlist” in no particular order:

1. Deus – The Vanishing Of Maria Schneider

2. Vive La Fete – Il Pleut

3. Kings Of Leon – Closer

4. New Order – Turn my way

5. Black Kids – I’m Making Eyes At You

6. Frightened Rabbit – Head Rolls Off

7. Interpol – Pioneer To The Falls

8. British Sea Power – The Great Skua

9. CSS – Music Is My Hot Hot Sex

and yes

10. Oasis – Falling Down

I think one can see the british influence there…

Ah, this is what I look like naked.

October 23, 2008

The EU is planning to use full body scans throughout security checks at airports. This is what it would look like:

Certainly not very charming and also quite intimidating. It seems to be the ultimate step towards the “Glas Human”. I do care about getting somewhere safe, but this is definitly going to far. I really hope this never becomes reality.

This morning at Denmark Hill

October 21, 2008

A man comes on platform 1 where I’m waiting for the train. He’s carrying four fluorescent neon coloured bags, all stuffed up to a point where they’re almost bursting. He sits down next to me. On his right side sits an old lady, who he starts talking to immediately. He tells her, that his girlfriend has died, and that he has a son, who’s 18. He says he’s 35. I don’t believe him. He tells her further, that he has to move away from here. He gets up to look for something in his bag. He’s searching forever, while the old woman tries to help him, by suggesting it might be in the green bag. He finds what he’s looking for – a notebook. He sits back down and shows the woman what apparently are pictures of his girlfriend. The woman says he should take care of himself and “oh dear“. He lights a cigarette and walks away. An older man comes from the other side of the platform. He shouts incomprehensible words, then stops at the smoking guy and says something to him. The younger guy asks him “Are you from Sweden?” The guy denies and questions back “Do you like football?” The man, who stopped smoking by now, answers, “Yes, I’m from Oxford”. The older man walks away. When the train is approaching the men with the neon bags asks the old woman to help him with his zippers. She does so. Everyone is queuing up to enter the train, when the old guy from earlier returns, talking into his mobile. He says “A muffin, yes, and a sausage, oh and have you got any of that brown … ” I can’t hear him anymore. I think he missed the train. Minutes later, when we approach Victoria station, all of sudden, he comes through the door, mumbles something, and leaves the cabin through the other door. The guy with the neon bag and the old lady have disappeared.

TH.2058

October 20, 2008

London in the year 2058. It rains every day and people are looking for shelter. It can be found at the latest installation in the Turbine Hall at Tate Modern by French Artist Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster.

“It might be dark, the idea that so many people are sleeping together on these bunk beds, but this is our permanent condition, in a way: we have to share a space. This is not an endwork; it allows the possibility that things continue.” (Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster)

So this is where I went last Sunday. Red and turquoise plastic curtains seperate the rest of the Turbine Hall from the actual installation. Once you leave them behind you – the sound of dropping water (I guess it´s supposed to be rain…) So then, bunk beds, yellow and blue. I´d be interested to know the reason for this, ikea?

Lot´s of books on them…HG Wells’s The War of the Worlds, JG Ballard’s The Drowned World, Adrian Cole’s The Lucifer Experiment and so on.

People sit down on the beds, reading, kids trying to climb up. When we try to sit on the top bit we´re told off by a guard. So what is this supposed to mean? You can have shelter, but only on the lower beds? I feels very squeezed.

In between all of this, wired, oversized creatures made of soft polystyrene. Mostly quotations of known art pieces, such as Louise Bourgeois’ huge spider.

All this creates a wired and threateing athmosphere, which isn´t very comfortable. Somehow it also reminded me of a movie set. I like the fact though, that people stop and actually spend some time with the installation. And yes, it´s definitly in progress all the time. It would be amazing to actually fill it up with as many people as you can fit in there, and let them spend a night togehter.

More http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2008/oct/14/tate-modern-turbine-hall-art

Undeliverable

October 20, 2008

A US judge has thrown out a case against God, because the defendant has no address. Legal papers can therefore not be deliverd.

A guy named Ernie Chambers sued God last year. He said he wanted to prevent the “death, destruction and terrorisation” which, in the end, is caused by god.  He further states that “since God knows everything, God has notice of this lawsuit.” Mr Chambers, a state senator for 38 years, said he filed the suit to make the point that “anyone can sue anyone else, even God”.

So, what would Jesus say?

Joe The Plumber

October 17, 2008

This is Joe, who all of a sudden is a very important figure in the United States presidential election. (87,900 hits in google!) After he was mentioned about 26 times by John McCain in the last debate with Obama, Joe turned into a semi celebrity. The reason for this is that Joe took Obama to task, at an election campaign event, for planned tax increases. McCain therefore used him as a prime example for the fear of small business people about Obamas financial plans. As we all know, it didn´t really help McCain much, and what about Joe? Is he happy with journalists wanting interviews and the media digging out every detail about his financial situation? And will he be known for the rest of his life as “Joe The Plumber”?

I´m an annoyed that politicians always use these stereotypes of people, mostly working class people, because they are the ones who can decide elections, without considering if people are happy with it. As if they really care about “Joe The Plumber” or, as happened in the last German election, “The Hairdresser from Thuringia”. It´s just pure populism, nothing else.

The global city

October 15, 2008

Today I was reading an interesting article about London. It stated, that London is, without a doubt, the capital of the world. Apparently there are over 300 spoken languages and the most international calls worldwide, every day. London attracts all different sorts of people, a lot of them surely for financial reasons. (let´s forget the financial crisis for a moment). I remember a cab ride I had a couple of weeks ago, with an London born driver, who had indian roots. He told me that he hates London, people are unfriendly, cold and mean. So I asked him, why do you live here? And he answered, for the same reason as you, because of the money.

From the russian oligarchs in Chelsea, to the africans immigrants in Brixton and the art crowd in the East End, there are so many worlds coexisting next to each other, that it seems, this could be a modell for a heterogeneous society. The question is, how far can this be streched, if all of these worlds never really touch each other? It´s not really a cooperation, it´s more a toleration, as long as everyone doesn´t get too close. Every day I leave my african neighbourhood, travel through busy train stations, with smartly dressed people hurrying to work, enter an incredibly wealthy world, where people have dog walkers, get in touch with wired and fucked up people, and at times catch a bit of german or french on the tube. which takes me back home. This is exciting, sometimes tiring and yes, maybe how the world will be one day. For now I just enjoy being able to travel between all this bits, without even having to use a plane.