Wanderlust

The joys of multilingual social platforms…

(still trying to find out how they translate ‘Fling’)

Founded on June 7th, 2008, 0:00

All hail the souvereign Nation of Daslichtistan, an illiterate anarcho-capitalist quasi-dictatorship.

More to follow.

This is, without a doubt, one of the most unexpectedly fascinating articles I have read in a long time. It’s based around a story about a guy who was stuck in an elevator over the course of a weekend but soon branches out to deliver more facts and trivia about vertical travel than you could wrap your head around. 

Compelling stuff!

The New Yorker: Up And Then Down

and the video of that poor chap who had a really bad day at the office

(read with italian accent)

“Knock, Knock”

“Who’s There?”

UEFA.

“UEFA who?”

“UEFA cup of tea, perhaps?”

The best spam I’ve gotten in quite a while:

I think one should start capitalizing on this, culturally. Base performances around spam, essentially randomizing the starting point of expression.

For example: the audience sits in a room, a computer screen is projected onto a wall or canvas. The email program is opened. We wait to see what happens. As soon as a spam-mail arrives, it is opened and the performer(s) start(s) acting on it. The above example is almost too straightforward compared to other examples I’ve received in  recent years (which often looked almost like a John Cage score), but would make a nice little interpretative dance number, me thinks. I like how they speak of “appartments” (plural) and the nearly existentialist afterthought in form of an almost diffident question is just, erm, priceless.

Das ist also das erste was ich in den nächsten 4 Wochen sehen werde, wenn ich in der früh die Augen aufmache. Don’t get me wrong, ich finde weder an Flaggen noch an einem gesunden (sprich: reflektierten) Nationalbewusstsein etwas anstössiges, aber was soll dieser selbstlose, fast schon rührselige Österreich-Patriotismus im Rahmen einer Fussball-EM? Ist das die Hoffnung auf ein Rot-Weiss-Rotes Sommermärchen, ein neues Selbstbewusstsein wie vor zwei Jahren bei unseren anderen deutschsprachigen Nachbarn? Anzunehmen, und umso schlimmer wird’s wohl, wenn wir kein einziges Spiel gewinnen und in der Vorrunde ausscheiden. Noch 29 Tage.

Die Flagge der internationalen Vexillologischen Gesellschaft. Kein Schmäh.