madogiwa zoku

Nov 5, 2016
When you turn 47 you have reached midpoint, midway, midsummer, midlife and so on. You may start to relax, because you still have half your life to live and already experienced enough to be taken seriously and to no longer be considered a Geezer. All that give that you will be able to love vor 94 years in health and happiness. But why not, chances are also alive.
May 11, 2016
Window gazer (Japan)- Non-terminable workers with no tasks. Window viewers ( Japanese 窓 際 族 madogiwa zoku ) are employees in Japanese working life who cannot be dismissed for life due to their contractual employment and for whom there is no longer any task. This can also affect employees who are not eligible for a promotion and for whom, for example, younger colleagues take on the previous tasks. Window viewers are designed to spend their time at work by literally “looking out of the window”. Window-gazers are entrusted with pseudo-tasks, sent on vacation with a reduced salary, subcontracted or offered early retirement. Other expressions for this situation are “in-house unemployment” (企業 内 失業 kigyōnai shitsugyō ) or “ghost workforce” (幽 霊 社員 yūrei shain). See also: Breakfast Director / Social behavior in Japan - Individual evidence: 1.) Boyé Lafayette De Mente: Japan's Cultural Code Words. 233 key terms that explain attitudes and behavior of the Japanese. Tuttle, Boston MA et al. 2004, ISBN 0-8048-3574-8. 2.) Manfred Pohl : Kleines Japan-Lexikon (= Beck'sche series . 861 countries ). CH Beck, Munich 1996, ISBN 3-406-39861-8 , p. 90

Saugling Trumpf

Jun 23, 2010
Build an army and grow your kingdom in the most advanced game on Pacefook. Play Now!
Feb 21, 2010
you are invited to my writers-block-party
Feb 1, 2010
common knowledge (bloody nerve statement): if you come to close I will zap you
Feb 1, 2010
common knowledge (bloody nerve statement): if you come to close I will zap you (again?)
Jan 28, 2010
referencing retrospective records
Jan 25, 2010
loving sentiment embracing stereotypical nostalgia
Jan 2, 2010
What is wrong with repetitions, imagine music without it ...
Jan 1, 2010
rambunctiousness - because - no need to understand everything - my sugarsugar (silvermagicships)

slee pless ness

Aug 31, 2010 Superintendent Derek Shepherd searches as dark as the engine wave swells flint in the brickwall bush: "alte stelle wacker", as we germanize.
Aug 30, 2010
By using serious keyword references, quotations and the right to copy in bush-art a shepherd's casual real life approach killed the new cat.
Aug 29, 2010
The brave and the bold crisis on infinite bushy earths create one hour of adventure in the shepherd's thaumaturgical copyright compendium.
Aug 28, 2010
Back home in your cardboard boxy-bush you need protection! Protection from what? Zee Germans? Zee Shepherds? Zee Debra Winger? Johnny Bravo?
Aug 28, 2010
Whatever bushy comment you're smoking - do you know what gullible authenticity is, you greedy, noisy shepherd? It's naive social media ... !
Aug 26, 2010
Because 15 shepherds don't settle for friendship if you had 189 minutes sleepless in the saddle my ears are on bush fire, what would you do?
Aug 25, 2010
When paining a bush red and then sending it out to the world, might this picture resemble a blue shepherd or rather a green self-portrait?
Aug 24, 2010
Does it really help to make up with talking for what you lack in sleeping when you spend your time in St.Pancras, Camden or Shepherds Blush?
Aug 23, 2010
Welcome to shepherd's b*sh, we serve cool alien invas*ons, tentacles of gi*nt mutant m*nsters, violent action or just s*x, please order now.
Aug 23, 2010
And are you allowed to celebrate your own and personal independence day at shepherd's bush? So when do you celebrate your independence day?


Oct 21, 2010
Isn't it nice to have a computer that will talk to you? I am not a computer, my name is Vicki, I am a real person living in Shepherd's Bush.
Sep 14, 2010
Hotel "Propella Regensburg", beep, pasture of Tatjana Farmington, beep, Executive Chef Eddy Carter, beep, Sid the Squid for dinner, beebeep.
Sep 13, 2010
In modern English usage, "Moloch" can refer derivatively to any person or thing in nasty rain which demands or requires costly sacrifices.
Sep 13, 2010
Don't say the adult 'P' word when you are approximately 16 km north of Scarborough and see Dean Kirk 13.50 miles near the top of the world.
Sep 13, 2010
"Love kills" said his mother, and Roger Aniston told Jennifer de Carnac about Wickham - the village where Meg, lover of Little John lived.
Sep 13, 2010
In 1 episode in 1991 "a bunch of others" was the name of the untamed band, presenting Tiberius Bond one swiss army knife and a golden cloud.
Sep 13, 2010
Jean, flaunting a keyword trigger, started an affair with legendary Earl Mycroft Moriarty roughly 20 minutes into the future of Dean Street.
Sep 13, 2010
Ravenscar Peaks is a coastal village in the Scarborough district of North Yorkshire, England, where they don't ever use actual money at all.
Sep 13, 2010
Four freight trains (an important setting in the series) are putting smoke on the water, sending the nice King of Moravia straight to web.
Sep 4, 2010
The odem of William Morgan, Edison Reade, Dean Martin and of course of course Berlinghoff Rasmussen got Fantomas 200 fried chips from Devon.
Sep 4, 2010
To the pastiche of the 199 Reichenbach Falls Theora Jones is a hodge-podge moon, fallen into objective love with James Baker and Dean Caine.
Sep 3, 2010
Baritsu Yevgrafov was working as Milwaukee bamboo harvester in 198 gardens of total strangers for Reg Viktor Blank on his Harley Davidson.
Sep 3, 2010
This little complex Haggas Harsh Croft system wherein is ye founacion of a house or cottage where Mistress Tango O'Muircheartaigh was borne.
Sep 2, 2010
What a ball: An ugly and old fragment and one step ahead (the name of the band), you should consider a holiday, you sit in the car too much.
Sep 2, 2010
Jam together, give it a try, more is more and less is less, the science of tweet and the imperial pacefook, self-reference and a cup of tea.
Sep 2, 2010
Can you take a sweat break in silence, almost, maybe? No bushes and no shepherds, no more hunter's bar at shepherd's bush, say never, never.


Apr 17, 2021
It seems to flow in phases, or go, or tumble and dry - with another phase at work right now.
Apr 17, 2021
The 23rd of April will be a Friday this year, 10 years ago it was a Saturday and obviously a day that I completely forgot, already.
Apr 23, 2011
so a big fat storm hit the city and everybody is exited ... isn't that great: having something to be exited and to talk about (like here)...
Mar 16, 2011
The advantage of jet-lag is the possibility to see the sun rise. The side-effect of a cloud, hazy mind in the evenings feels like alcohol.
Mar 15, 2011
"Can you please wait some more time, we do not have a confirmation regarding your luggage, so please call us back in several hours." Great !
Mar 14, 2011
Wow, the heating stopped working and is dead now, the rain turned into snow and the birds went back to sleep under cover. That's a start ...
Mar 14, 2011
Can you imagine the noise of heavy rain, mixed with the sound of banging heating pipes and too many birds that wake up before sunrise?
Mar 14, 2011
While it is still the 13th here in St.Louis, in Vienna we already have the 14th. I may claim my "delayed baggage" - and it is still flying.



Apr 16, 2021
Because the toe-bone is connected to the back-bone.
Apr 16, 2021
About 8 years ago something had made me post many messages, I guess I had a productive day, that day.
Apr 12, 2013
They performed a ritual each rounding a pole, male to the left and female to the right, the female greeting the male first.
Apr 12, 2013
They had 2 children (islands) which turned out badly and they cast them out.
Apr 12, 2013
They decided that the ritual had been done incorrectly the first time.
Apr 12, 2013
They repeated the ritual but according to the correct laws of nature, the male spoke first.
Apr 12, 2013
Then Izanagi-no-Mikoto (male) and Izanami-no-Mikoto (female) gave birth to the eight perfect islands of the Japanese archipelago.
Apr 12, 2013
After the islands, Izanami-no-Mikoto and Izanagi-no-Mikoto gave birth to the other Kami, Izanami-no-Mikoto dies and he tries to revive her.
Apr 12, 2013
Izanagi-no-Mikoto's attempts to deny the laws of life and death have bad consequences.
Apr 12, 2013
The islands of Japan are to be considered a paradise.
Apr 12, 2013
They were directly created by the gods for the people of Japan & were ordained by the higher spirits to be created into the Japanese empire.
Apr 12, 2013
Shinto is the fundamental connection between the power and beauty of nature (the land) and the people of Japan.
Apr 12, 2013
Shinto is the manifestation of a path to understanding the institution of divine power.
Apr 12, 2013
At the time, it was known as the "Year of the Consulship of Antonius and Eutychianus" (or, less frequently, "year 973 - Ab urbe condita").
Apr 12, 2013
T. gets irritated when W. refers to their experience as "stimulating" & rolls her eyes when he tries to add that it was "very stimulating".
Apr 12, 2013
April 04, 2013: Operator of suburban coal plants gets 2-year break on lung-damaging emissions cuts. (by Michael Hawthorne, Chicago Tribune)
Apr 12, 2013
14 February 2013 at 08:58 GMT: Large Hadron Collider's whole 27km circumference switches off for two-year break. (by Jason Palmer, BBC News)
Apr 12, 2013
"I'm such a shitty tweeter because my farts have no personality" - said who, where and when .... ?



So after a month of messing about I collected the posts from A
and reposted them on B. Not that it would matter to know that.
Jan 4, 2019
@HolgerLang - no tweets?
Sep 5, 2017
And by the way: I still have not figured out what “Twitter” could do for me.
Apr 12, 2013
Shinto practices were first recorded and codified in the written historical records of the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki in the 8th century.
Apr 12, 2013
Shinto teaches that everything contains a kami (神 "spiritual essence", commonly translated as god or spirit).
Apr 12, 2013
Fact books and statistics typically list some 80 to 90% of Japanese people as Shintoist.
Apr 12, 2013
Shinto (神道 Shintō) or Shintoism, also kami-no-michi, is the indigenous spirituality of Japan and the people of Japan.
Apr 12, 2013
The creation myth of Shinto is recorded in the ca. 712 Kojiki and is a depiction of events including the creation of the Japanese Islands.
Apr 12, 2013
Izanagi-no-Mikoto (male) and Izanami-no-Mikoto (female) were called by all the myriad gods.
Apr 12, 2013
They were asked to help each other to create a new land in the great nothingness which was to become Japan.
Apr 12, 2013
They were given a spear with which they stirred the water, and when removed water dripped from the end, an island was created.
Apr 12, 2013
They lived on this island, and created a palace and within was a large pole.
Then they wished to bear offspring.



Castle of Iznájar
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaájar
Castillo de Iznájar is an 8th-century castle in Iznájar, Province of Córdoba in Andalucia, southern Spain. The castle is perched on the high ridge. It has a triangular design, truncated on the northeast side, with its longest side facing south, and a large central space. It is surrounded by a stretch of wall with flanking towers at the southeast and southwest corners. The east side is closed by a rectangular building, which is attached to the west with a pentagonal tower at the bow, and another tower in the east. Early access to the castle is believed to have been from the east side through a building attached to the primitive rectangular tower. It was declared a Bien de Interés Cultural monument on June 22, 1993.
References - ARJONA CASTRO, Antonio. Orígenes históricos de los pueblos de la Subbética : II. 1988, pp. 101–108.
Description Español: Foto del castillo de Iznájar
Date - 4 September 2011
Source - Own work
Author - Dserrano13



now, that the former negasonic twitterhead slash president had been ejected from most of the social media posting machines there has been enough time passed, like about three months, to come back to a more reflective interaction with the medium

it did not matter that there had been a few artificial obstacles, like the limits to - how many - 44 characters, or 120, or 140, sometime maybe 160 or 280 or whatever, these numbers did not count because every chunk could be followed up by many more ....

this just cut a text into segments, like they do it in poetry, creating a rhythm and a timed sequence for reception and experience and the condensed way of a bit by bit publishing even allowed a new way to emphasise and enhance specific elements of a message

bless your heart, puddin - but - that's not what I wanted to write about, in more than 99 characters now, that the dominating monster has been sent to the penalty box I picked up the dropped ball of bouncing words and images

no, I am still not at ease with the dynamics and meanings of the medium and my struggle with the needs and requirements and conditions has not changed as this takes time and focus and resources that I take from other places while not swimming in an abundance of them

so what was the actual thought - ah, yes - the writing - that is unlike the way a book is written and then also read - - as I assume -
usually from the front to the end, which is - in many cases -
from the beginning of a story to its end - in a linear form -
a blog, or tweets, or social media, or stuff like that is most likely also written in a similar sequence, but consumed in various different ways

if visited and reviewed and revisited and viewed at later times the order of posts, the order of tweets, the order of statements is strangely reversed, mainly with the newest on the top and thus the beginning of a story at the end of the text, right?

an then there is - depending on the platform used - the additional level that can include links, and images and re-posts and comments and more and that makes everything really, really complicated, because its is all a big fat mixed up monster mash

so far I have no readers, no viewers, no followers or fans, and I like that because it keeps me free from any potentially annoying interactions that would suck up even more time, energy, focus and attention and it's for no good anyways

this is not oblivion


I am alive in shards of ego
adventurous in smithereens
smashed to chips and spalls and flakes and slivers
tumbling across a bridge of glass
to reach the glooming darkness within

ideas can only be acknowledged, never protected
ideas may be respected and honoured, but never copyrighted
because all ideas are always less than a tip of an iceberg
that does not let you see what it is actually building on
beyond the sea of green and blue and

- by the way - I am not alone in that
I still have not found what I am looking for,
but I guess, these days, it is the normal thing to experience
as there is nothing left to be found
so nothing left to be looking for

break yourself down in fragments, split up the core
so the winds can carry the ashes to all four corners of
the universe, the realms of relative eternity
and if the odds and gods are in your favour
some splinters of your soul will carry on a bit

and will you watch me sinking?

cradle of power


sundays are there for spending your life on online social media
the various platforms that fill your life with happiness
because the world is grimm and hard
as people die, people suffer, people are sad
so sundays are bright and void of work
no time for labor, but leisure
just hanging out and meeting friends
let me show you what they can read
to and from all over the world
since 2:39 PM
or after 7:12 PM
posted on 12:06 PM
telling them around 6:55 PM
as it was expressed beyond 7:14 AM
I repeat, what I just repeated
but you know that

port manteau

she: can’t you just put out the news about public events or other significant artistic appearances that include or present your work or contribution?
he: no, I can’t
she: and why is that so?
he: just because …
she: that’s not a reason!
he: there is no reason
she: there is always a reason for everything, or at least a cause
he: that may be the case, but I don’t care about that
she: but I do, and I want to know why you put out this crap and not the important stuff?
he: that sounds condescending and degrading
she: because it is, in a way, not about you, but about the stuff that you publish
he: you call that publishing?
she: it is, and it can potentially be seen by many people!
he: see …
she: see what?
he: potentially, but not really, it’s hovering in insignificance, safely and sound
she: it could be seen by very many people, and then they would not get it …
he: - and that’s exactly the point!
she: what - that you are not seen and what you show is meaningless and absurd?
he: yeah, kind of -
she: that’s not a very reasonable and productive attitude!
he: and would you consider that a good thing, or a bad thing, or some other thing?
she: I just want to understand why …
he: why it doesn’t matter?
she: yeah, that too
he: there is nothing specific to understand
she: so why do it at all, what’s it for?
he: for nothing, or for eternity - or just for me - does it really matter?
she: yeah, it does, it can be good for you, or - it could - if you would use it properly
he: I guess I can’t
she: that’s what I see
he: so I just let it be …
she: hmmm, I know, I know, that’s also what I see
he: then it’s ok?
she: grumbles inarticulately



71.6 F 60%
flyer hooters
good morning bali!
wednesdays ladies night
who the hell is betty?
an amateur milf, mature and public,
but only for fans of the genre?
in action - and good company
extra sharp cheddar
spinning green monster
cirrus ranger circe
also known as
jefferson's olga desmond
7:39 pm




digging screenland


country life
from Spain to Arizona
raising a flag for awareness and joy
about the land of milk and money
that will not last longer than a bee's life
we could try to talk with reason and direction
make sense and convey purpose
yet, neither will help you
when it all vanished in mists
of zero day ones
just trying to


Barrenjoey Head Lighthouse

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Coordinates 33°34′49″S 151°19′47″E
Location Broken Bay, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
Constructed 1881
First lit 1881
Automated 1932
The Barrenjoey Head Lighthouse is a heritage-listed lighthouse at Barrenjoey Headland, Palm Beach, Northern Beaches Council, New South Wales, Australia. It was designed by James Barnet, the New South Wales Colonial Architect and built by Isaac Banks. It is also known as Barrenjoey Head Lightstation. The property is owned by Office of Environment and Heritage, an agency of the Government of New South Wales. The lightstation was added to the New South Wales State Heritage Register on 2 April 1999. Completed in 1881, the current lighthouse is the third light constructed on the Barrenjoey headland in the Northern Beaches district of Sydney. The light is automated and operated by Roads and Maritime Services; while the buildings are managed by the NSW National Parks and Wildlife Service. There is a head keeper's cottage as well as two assistant keeper's cottages located on the headland. They are built from Hawkesbury sandstone quarried from the site, and have galvanized iron roofs.In 1932, the Barrenjoey Lighthouse was converted to automatic operation with the installation of an acetylene Dalén light of 6,000 candlepower. It was turned off and on by a Sun valve. Although the acetylene gas apparatus was efficient, access to the tower for re-supply presented problems, so in 1972 the lighthouse was converted to electric operation, with a new lamp capable of 75,000 candlepower. With automation, the lightkeepers were no longer needed and finally withdrawn.
Construction Sandstone tower
Tower shape Cylindrical tower with balcony and lantern
Markings Unpainted tower and white lantern room
Tower height 20 metres (66 ft)
Focal height 113 metres (371 ft)
Lens 2nd order Chance Brothers Fresnel lens
Light source Mains power
Intensity 75,000 candela
Range 19 nautical miles (35 km; 22 mi)
Characteristic Fl (4) W 20s. Visible in sector
Admiralty number K2702
NGA number 111-6156
ARLHS number AUS-005
Operator NSW National Parks and Wildlife Service
Heritage Heritage Act - State Heritage Register
Official name Barrenjoey Head Lightstation
Type State heritage (built)
Designated 2 April 1999
Reference no. 979
Type Lighthouse Tower
Category Transport – Water
Builders Isaac Banks, Builder

seven eleven


at home
drinking pop
talk about

request your data


bensonroad to bensonroad
they nickel and dime you
unreadable text on thumbnail images
who owns what in 100 years, or 75
or maybe only 27 or 33
who can can troll the data
that you may, or may not receive
in a link that will be sent
once we retrieved your
requested information
you won’t be able to make
another request for 30 days
when - naughty or nice -
someone had written and printed
about what you had done at some time
maybe with reverse image search
for an education book
on education in 2005 or 2016
ashley or the hot mom from Texas
or oklahoma near dory creek
we are re getting your data ready
splendid ballymore tools
learn more

purun tata meri


valdearenas as a code
sonja nikiniki future level 1
backup settings online services
from twitter to the library
400 by 400 or can it be a little more
face some curious biwa times
loft bal sanjo shijo kawaramachi

reserve tingira


2:39 PM · Sep 5, 2017
And by the way:
I still have not figured out what “Twitter” could do for me.
7:12 PM · Apr 12, 2013
Shinto practices were first recorded and codified in the written historical records of the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki in the 8th century.
12:06 PM · Aug 18, 2010
The weather in Austria is particularly changeable and the wind, especially in Vienna can be bitterly cold!
6:55 PM · Jul 18, 2010
Who to follow - it's my birthday
7:14 AM · Jun 5, 2009
Rocket ship captain, pizza baker, giant lover, grandparent.
Ah, yes, loopy ....

quiet marks


You can say a lot,
or you can show a lot.
You can speak now and have your words delivered in the future,
or you can speak now and have people read them in the past.
Who wants to give an interview, a view between the lines?
Another month, another year, another person.
Fill your hours with excitement, but not just.
I sometimes don't know what to say, so I remain quiet.
Waker up every morning and make an important mark.
What stress must that be?
Just a look at a camera, pose, be happy.
I hope you are happy too.

Friday I'm In Love


The current pandemic had not only affected many poles lives in many different ways, it also kept me from following an idea that related to a project, connected to the work of a dead artist from France. Measuring time in years and weeks and days and hours is based on a system that people agreed upon. What we call a Friday or Sunday has a different name in other languages. The year 2020 has a different beginning and end in other cultural areas, and it also has different appellations.
So holding on to one established system is as relevant as holding on to any other, or to none. References and relations are, therefore, nothing else but conventions within an accepted operating system. Fine, I can live with that.
But I could not execute my own idea for a small, personal system of relations and operations. The pandemic prevented me from traveling to France and from there visiting a specific location at a specific time. That time passed, and I can never revisit my original idea, but I have not abandoned the initial desire to connect. Some of the ideas that I recognise in the other artist's life and work reverberated in my own work, so going to a specific location at a specific time and doing something there would have been a way to express this reverberation and to respond to it.
The journey to Paris had been planned for October 19th, 2020, but it could not take place, even a very, very brief visit would have been very, very difficult, based on the restrictions and limitations that we have to follow. As a second element of my original plan, I wanted to install the outcome of the trip at a gallery in Vienna.
The date for the opening had also been defined as November 27th, 2020, so I worked on an alternative solution for this enterprise. Circumstances got even more in the way, and on that specific day, no-one in Austria was allowed to do anything, or at least almost anything. From working on "Plan A" and switching to "Plan B", I had to consider "Plan C" and even "Plan D" - but it didn't end there. No possible audience and no material and no substance to present, all that was not a very encouraging situation. What I ended up doing was something near a "Plan Z", the last possible thing to come up with. And I did like that, ok, in the end. I gave the materialised alternative idea a title and information that goes like this:
"Friday I'm In Love"
performance - text - audio-visuals - installation
Opening: Friday, 27 November 2020
Due to the current lockdown visiting the exhibition is difficult
and complicated, and confusing, and rather strange
viewers discretion advised
1 - hexagesimal recurrence of the coupling partitions
2 - sexagesimales wiederauftreten der kopplungspartitionen
3 - shestidesyaterichnaya povtoryayemost' razdelitel'nykh peregorodok
4 - kappuringupātishon no rokujisshinhō ni yoru saihatsu
5 - atarlú sexagesimal na deighiltí cúplála
How it works?
Find a wall with a minimum size of approx. 3 by 3 metersor approx. 10 by 10 feet. Allow a distance in front of the wall of at least 5 feet or at least 1,5 meters. Find a person who is willing to read and perform a text for a video recording. Write a text that will take about 2 to 3 minutes to read and perform. Mount the background posters in an irregular order on the wall. Explain to the performer that the text should be presented as if a large audience would listen. During the presentation, the performer (male or female) is marking elements on the posters, potentially writing on them, or making marks. Record the person reading and performing the text in front of the wall. Repeat the recording as often as you and the performer are willing to do and select the best parts from each recording, so one complete set of the compiled recording can be constructed. The recording can be made before the exhibition or at the opening. Find a way to make this recording play audio-visually during the exhibition near the wall.
So although I created something quite different to what my intention had been, I am pleased with the unexpected outcome.
And - it can now be repeated in a way that would allow it to grow and evolve, no matter if that would happen now, or in 60 years ...
Oh, well, I would probably not live as long, but that's a different story.

working at your home office


On March 18th, I emptied and cleaned up the gallery space that I had used for my most recent installation. Late at night on February 26th, I finished setting up the environment that I called "Home Office Heaven". It existed for 19 days only, but it could also have been only one day or only one hour; the duration did not matter to me. "Home Office Heaven" is a work that follows a series of spatial arrangements, spatial compositions of various things. Usually, these settings contain images, sounds, objects and projections, lights and shadows, but these elements may also vary. Lights play a role, and I define specific ways you can move within the space. There is a lot to see, but nothing is explained, and nothing seems to make any deeper sense. Memories and remains stand or hang or lay or hover next to randomly appearing elements and site-specific details. I take and borrow, I acquire and find, I collect and I construct, I create and I produce all the small pieces - then I place them in an unplanned and undersign order. This order of elements, of images, sounds, objects, projections, lights, and shadows, this order is always temporary, and nothing stays the way it appeared. Some elements may get used again in further future installations, but there is no recipe or intent in the back of my mind. These spaces are established very fluently, intuitively and following very sketchy ideas that come and go as I work on at the specific location. I do enter with some ideas and some material, but I am open to getting pushed and pulled into unexpected areas and undiscovered zones. A room, an area, a spot, a place is arranged and rearranged, furnished and equipped, filled and then emptied again. It is a temporary dwelling but nothing to really live in; it is a place of work that is also a habitat for connections, overlaps and interactions. As long as the unexpected and unforeseen that may appear within such spaced can still surprise or inspire me a bit - as long as I feel comfortable for a brief moment in the environment - as long as it satisfies me for a second - it is working for me. I build a space and share it if possible, but I am also happy with it on my own. Sharing can be important and may be required to gain recognition, it may be uplifting or exciting, but it may also be exhausting and demanding. So either way, for me alone or for a large audience, my temporary artistic cribs come and go, again and again. Here I had one that I called "Home Office Heaven" for less than 3 weeks.
That's fine too.

IN-SIDE-OUT in Graz dismantled


On March 20th, the public art-installation titled IN-SIDE-OUT was dismantled. This work had been created by Martina Tritthart and Holger Lang in Graz, Austria, in July 2020. We produced it for the exhibition event "Solaris" that happened at the tunnel under the "Schlossberg", the castle-rock or castle-hill at the capital city of the Austrian state Steiermark. In the "Schlossbergtunnel", this installation contained a dynamic light and sound environment that ran without problems for almost 9 months. In the 234 days of its existence, the only technical problem was once the death of the audio-player and the interruption of the programmed light sequence, both caused by an electrical problem that had affected all installations. We needed a whole day to take all elements apart and emptied this cave-like space for new projects to follow us.
Look for the words "IN-SIDE-OUT", our names (Martina Tritthart, Holger Lang) and our joint operational organisation, called "mutual loop", or "mutualloop" to find more information and audio-visual material about this project. As the tunnel is connecting the upper part of the castle hill with the lower street level near the Mur river, our work had been seen by many people passing through the rock.
It most likely had been a brief impression on many more people than I expect ever to see this post here.

Unrelated, but not less significant.
Or, related, but not significant.
A project that was on display for the most of the last year. For the most of the last year I avoided writing by hand. Writing by hand is very different to writing on a machine, like a computer, and even more different to writing online, like here and now.
About a year with only sporadic handwriting has passed by, and at the end of it I picked up the public typing again, after a very long break. I do not know if there is any connection, but I will try, from today on, to do both, as much as possible and fitting into my days. Does it matter?
Is this a rhetoric question?
Do you care?
Rambling flow of thoughts.
wandering star



This is a blog that I started in March 2007, which was 14 years ago.
I entered information that had then been up to about 12 years old, starting in 1995.
At that time, it seemed relevant, and I had filled in more posts up to that year.
For about another year, I tried to add more information in parts also because it appeared necessary.
In 2007 a shift in my focus had increased my involvement in academic teaching, research and the communication of knowledge.
The use of social media on a broad scale had also increased around that time, so a blog appeared somewhat necessary.
It also appeared to be a reasonable useful tool to participate in a public discussion.
The big companies that now dominate the internet had not yet been too big, so it was all still volatile and unclear.
In 2008 and 2009, I tried to make sense of it all, tried to use the platform as good as possible.
But it didn't do the trick for me, so I somewhat abandoned it, left it hovering in disregard, neglect and oblivion.
Updates of the platform came, updates of the platform left, my posts did survive the erosion and deterioration.
Digitally it stayed as "fresh" and "pristine" as I had thrown it out onto the world.
In the meantime, a few other entities also collected and shared a bit of information about my doings - and shared them on the internet.
Nobody ever asked me if I wanted that, but I assume that on the internet, that is not a big issue, right?
There is an example at which, for unknown reasons, the focus had been on the year 2004,
with a bit about me before that too, and then some more during a time much later.
The images that I posted with this brief text here is showing a screenshot, taken now, in March 2021.
Kunst- und Forschungsdatenbank - basis Wien - how long will this entity exist on the internet?
This question brought me back here, although I have not much new to say.
Maybe the really big companies will be kind to me and will let my posts live longer.
Like this one here, who knows.
I also never really cultivate my own homepage, never kept it well-groomed, preserved and taken care of.
It doesn't look like I will change that approach in the near future, but who knows...
Chance and circumstance.



Consider this.
Grammar does not matter, style does not matter, topic and substance do not matter; the subject matter does not matter.
Whatever content it may be, it does not matter what it is, not at all, because any content is good content, just like the news.
Any news are good news because it is about the ripples on the surface, not about the depth of the waters.
Writing a stream of words may be good, may be bad, may be full of important subject matters, of just full of content.
It's all the same from the one, the here relevant perspective.
The internet.

What does make a difference is the number of responding people, unique people, not just bots, machines, hits or clicks.
Again, the type of response, the quality of response does not matter, as long as there is any kind of response.
Responses never have to go deep, as long as they continue to create ripples on the surface of the water.
The ocean of more or less individual expressions thrown into the internet is unimaginably vast.
Every single voice, each personal statement will vanish in the superabundance of statements, expressions, words and images.
One can still try to stick out, to be elevated, do be more recognised than others and thus be able to influence more of the others.
More viewers, more readers, more addressees, more recipients, more consumers, more more more.

At the same time, the internet is a system of commercial dependencies.
There are only companies who offer services, who offer commercial services, who offer services for their own benefits.
The internet is not a free system, it has barely ever been close to that, it was always closer to business.
Consumption, capitalisation, commercialisation, advertising, influencing, spreading, circulating, marketing, selling.
Always more, always wider, always faster, always the same.
Some few people gain huge benefits from this, some will do ok, but the majority will be the ones who eat and drink and swallow.
The internet is a tool for the few to keep the many busy, with bread and games, with what seems necessary and entertaining.

However, it's not just bad at its core, the internet, it's just extremely consuming - and as a noun that means - also means
- it is the act of consuming, as by use, decay, or destruction, the amount consumed, the high consumption of gasoline.
In economics - the using up of goods and services having an exchangeable value - like our time, energy, focus, life.
In pathology, an older of the word ... like tuberculosis of the lungs, progressive wasting of the body.
Consumption as progressive wasting of resources, the opening of time, burning through the years.
If it would all be about relevant information, it would be way too stressful, never ever enjoyable, relaxing, distracting.
How can there ever be a balance in a commercial, capitalised, market-driven environment?

Cooper Snooper



Dennis Cooper (born January 10, 1953) is an American novelist, poet, critic, editor and performance artist. He is perhaps best known for the George Miles Cycle, a series of five semi-autobiographical novels published between 1989 and 2000 and described by Tony O'Neill "as intense a dissection of human relationships and obsession that modern literature has ever attempted."

In mid-2016, Cooper engaged in a two-month standoff with Google after it deleted his blog and Gmail accounts without warning, due to what the company described as unspecified violations of their terms of use policy. Ten years of Cooper's writings were lost, including a novel. Cooper termed the situation "a nightmare". Cooper's plight attracted media attention, including from The New York Times, The New Yorker, The Guardian, Le Figaro, and Die Welt. Google's attorneys contacted Cooper and after long negotiations, returned his data.

Cooper's work has been acknowledged as an influence on a number of younger writers, including Travis Jeppesen, Tony O'Neill, Noah Cicero, Dominic Lyne and Poppy Z. Brite. Cooper's poetry, including the first poem he ever wrote (about David Cassidy) appear in the film Luster as the work of lead character Jackson. American indie rock band Deerhunter, and grindcore act Pig Destroyer have both cited Dennis Cooper as a lyrical influence. Cooper has also influenced a number of artists such as Jonathan Mayhew, Math Tinder, Lizz Brady, Chris Kelso, Daniel Portland, Jared Pappas-Kelley, Kier Cooke Sandvik, Ken Baumann, Blair Mastbaum, which he has included in exhibitions such as the Weaklings or who he has showcased over the years. Within his work Cooper is often inspired and quotes from underground and independent music; as with the lyrics of the band Hüsker Dü in the novel Try, and the naming of the 1992 curated show The Freed Weed, from a compilation by the band Sebadoh - which has been discussed in a number of interviews and analyses.

cocolight and a cake


call me in the morning

what was there, before there was social media


give me another 10 years and we will see what will have replaced ...
facebook, instagram, snapchat, yourspace, whatthehecklinkk
already no more access to many of them multiguestbook
even another blogspot
and more and more
and more and more

I said "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?"

revisit the old and recover the new?
it's not that important, but it's traces

I mean, why not write a book instead of posting something on the internet? Do you really think it will reach more people?
Is it so important?
That, what you say?



07.07.07 11:00
To make something simple look complicated.
You just have to concentrate on the details. It is all a question of viewpoints and positions. There is no absolute truth, so what is simple is also complicated and what is complicated is simple. Take this example: It is not necessary to explain how complicated simple things actually are. We all could see this if we wanted to, but that would be too complicated. We rather see the simple things. And as everything complicated is very simple we then can and do see everything. Isn't that comforting?
Etwas einfaches kompliziert aussehen lassen? Es ist alles eine Frage des Blickwinkels und Standpunktes. Es gibt keine absolute Wahrheit, also ist alles was einfach ist auch kompliziert und alles was kompliziert ist auch einfach. Zum Beispiel: Es ist nicht notwendig zu erklären wie kompliziert einfache Dinge sind. Wir alle könnten das erkennen, wenn wir wollten, aber das wäre zu kompliziert. Wir sehen lieber die einfachen Dinge. Weil aber alles was kompliziert ist auch sehr einfach ist, sehen wir alles. Ist das nicht beruhigend?

13.06.07 06:06
Venus: "Oh Zeus, my good old friend !"
Zeus "Oh Yes, Venus darling."
Venus: "I want her ...."
Zeus. "Are you sure ?"
Venus: "Yes, I want this fucking Psyche,
and I want you to help me to get her ...."

10.10.06 22:51
It is beautiful - then gone
like everything has a certain time of existence
it could be very short time and it could be a very long time
like rocks and trees, or raindrops and butterflies
snowflakes and chocolate cakes
it is only sad because it was beautiful
Everything is incomplete and fragile.
things fall in pieces, we fall in pieces.
Nature is erasing us and our traces.
Our memory and our history are floating away and dissolving
like paper in the river.
The images fade away, the echoes of the voices get slower
and slower
and scratches and rust cover our reflections.
Writing a story in a book does not require much, just
a few memories and a little bit of time.
Images never tell stories, our own memories create the stories
that we think we recognize in the images and through the images.
You can jump back and forth and it makes no difference
whether your stories have a beginning or an end.
Hundreds of letters are lined up in structures
defined by languages but they mean nothing if you can not read
or do not know the language.
Collections of images in albums and picture-books
can be read by most people who can see as we all
know much of the vocabulary, still we might have no idea
what the author was telling us when he put the images
into an order.
Nothing works the way we want it and everything takes longer.
We lose what we love and we live what we have.

29.01.06 10:01
Hydrogen-Ion Concentration
Es sind 20 Jahre und ein Tag nach dem ersten Unfall eines Raumgleiters. Die "Challenger" war kurz nach dem Start explodiert. Und heute hat das neue Jahr in China begonnen, es ist das Jahr des Hundes. Das Rechnen der Zeit hält sich an Ereignissen an, die über das alltägliche Mass hinausgehen. 20 Jahre sind eine abschaubare Zeit, eine kurze Zeit im Rückblick. Und je weiter man zurück blicken kann, umso näher erscheint die Zukunft. It is 20 years and one day after the first accident of a space shuttle. The "Challenger" exploded short after take-off. And today the new year in China has begun, it is the year of the dog. Calculating time holds on to events that stick out of the daily range. 20 years are a time that can be overlooked easily, a short time when looking back. And the further you can look back, the nearer the future seems to be.

27.01.06 19:20
8340 Arrowhead Road
Mozart wäre heute 250. Das ist 208,5 Jahre älter als ich. Und er war ein Genie Aber ich bin älter als er es jemals wurde. Wie alt werde ich werden? Wie lautet die Antwort? Das Wetter hier ist heute extrem kalt, warum wohne ich eigentlich hier? Ich mag das Haus gar nicht verlassen. Mozart would be 250 today. That is 208.5 years older than me. And he was a genius. But I am older than he ever got. How old will I get ? What is the answer ? The weather is extremely cold here today, why do I actually live here? I don't want to leave the house.

26.01.06 18:40
New South
"Australia Day" ist der Nationalfeiertag von Australien, der 26. Januar. Er erinnert an die Landung der ersten Flotte in Sydney Cove an diesem Tag im Jahr 1778. Vor einem Jahr war ich in Sydney zum ersten mal gelandet. Ich hatte nicht gewusst, dass es der Nationalfeiertag war und habe mich über diesen Zufall gefreut. Es war ein warmer Sommertag, ich bin in die Innenstadt spaziert und dort waren Sonne und Stadt, Meer und Himmel. 'Australia Day' is Australia's official national day, January 26. It commemorates the landing of the First Fleet in Sydney Cove on that day in 1788. A year ago I had landed in Sydney the first time. I did not know it would be the national day and enjoyed this coincidence. It was a warm summer day, I walked downtown and there was the sun, the city, the sea and the sky.

18.12.05 17:10
Für mich beginnt die Winterfeierzeit immer irgendwie an diesem Tag. Die kürzesten Tage von allen beginnen und der erste Schritt durch den Winter wird abgeschlossen. Man steht kurz vor der Sonnenwende und wenigstens die Tage werden wieder länger. Hier in der Mitte Europas beginnt zwar jetzt erst die wirklich kalte Zeit, aber wenigstens wird es langsam wieder heller. Oder es wird wenigstens nicht mehr viel dunkler. Die nächsten zwei oder drei Monate werden unangenehmes Wetter bringen. Wie haben das die Menschen vor 1000 Jahren nur ausgehalten? Bald wird es hart werden. Wenigstens. My winter-celebrating-time somehow always begins on this day. The shortest of the days are beginning and the first step through winter is getting finished. We are short before the solstice and the days get at least longer again. Here in the middle of Europe the really cold time of the year is coming now but at least it is slowly getting brighter again. Or at least not much darker anymore. The next two or three months will bring us uncomfortable weather. How did the people 1000 years ago endure all this? It will get tough soon. At least.

22.11.05 05:50
Kansas Flooding
Wenn die Westküste von Gran Canaria in das Meer stürzt, wird ein Tsunami die Ostküste der USA verwüsten. Ist Idealismus wirklich der letzte Luxus der Jugend ? Seit 16 Jahren lebe ich in dieser Wohnung, aber davon war ich etwa 20 % verreist. Nicht hier in der Umgebung unterwegs, sondern verreist. Und davon mindestens die Hälfte in den USA. Das kostet Zeit, Geld, Energie und Konzentration. Das macht andere Pläne langsamer. Aber wenn man beim ersten Versuch keinen Erfolg hat, dann sollte man beim zweiten Versuch etwas besser scheitern. Scheitern ist der Normalzustand, Erfolg ist selten. Man kann immer versuchen, etwas positives an einer negativen Sache zu finden. If the west coast of Gran Canaria falls into the ocean, a tsunami will devastate the east coast of the USA Is idealism really the last luxury of youth. For 16 years I am living in this apartment, but of this time I was travelling for about 20%. And I mean travelling, not just gone out nearby. And at least half of this time in the USA. This is costing time, money, energy and concentration. This makes other plans run slower. But if you first don't succeed, fail again, fail better. Failure is the normal situation, success is rare. You can always try to find something positive in a negative thing.

12.11.05 08:30
Preview Monitor
Hi Leute, falls mir etwas zu mir einfällt, lasse ich es die Welt wissen. Mit der Distanz verändert sich die Perspektive. Das funktioniert im Raum und auch in der Zeit. Manchmal erscheinen dann Dinge nebeneinander liegend, die aus der Nähe betrachtet weit voneinander entfernt sind. Aber irgendwie entfernen wir uns ja immer weiter vom Heute, daher wird alles immer entfernter. Und dann bleibt dieser gleichmäßige Eindruck bestehen, das Grau der Mitte. Die Distanz verwischt alles. With distance the perspective is changing. This works with space and also with time. Sometimes things appear close to each other that are are far apart when examined in close range. But somehow we always get further away from today, so everything gets more distant. And then this even impression remains, the gray of the middle. The distance blurs everything. Or I tell the world whatever it should know about me.

14.12.99 09:21
Stonehenge - Millenium

Als ich meinen Wagen starte, dreht sich
das Paar, das am Flussufer steht, zu mir um.
Die Donau, bevor sie das Land verlässt, fließt schnell und grün,
der Sonntag ist strahlend und warm und viele Paare verlassen die
Häuser um das seltene Sonnenlicht eines Wintertages zu genießen.

Vor mir liegt die Stelle an der die uralte Straße vom Norden her
den Fluss kreuzte, wo Wasserweg und Landweg einen Schnittpunkt
beschreiben, der ungreifbar im Wasser liegt.
Die Straße ist nicht mehr vorhanden, der Fluss nicht mehr so
wichtig, für das Reisen, für den Transport.
Die Achsen sind Schatten und das Paar am Flussufer wendet sich
auch wieder seinen eigenen Schatten im Wasser zu.

Ich wende den Wagen und verlasse langsam diesen Ort.
Vorbei am Museum, welches den Nachlass der versunkenen
römischen Metropole zu verwalten versucht. Vorbei am glanzlos
gewordenen Kurbad aus kaiserlichen Zeiten und vorbei an den
Spaziergängern und Besuchern die der Sonne wegen die
Gesichtslosigkeit des modernen Ortes übersehen.

Es ist ein später Vormittag, wenige Tage vor Weihnachten.
Kein Schnee, kein Winter, wenigstens auch keine Nebel und kein
bedeckter Himmel.
Das schimmernde Bild des Flusses bleibt bei mir als ich das
Ortsgebiet verlasse, die Ruinen der Arena an der Straße neben mir,
das wärmende, grelle Licht der Sonne.

05.07.98 23:58
Pleased to meet you.

He who has two tongues
Is blessed and haunted within one word.
Is never coming home and has
No place to hide.

Kein under and kein über work
so well und fine so easy cool.
As if there would no end then be,
for searching running Dschungelfieber.

Pendelschläge ohne Ende tick tack
touch touch up up looking for the
time that ends and never being
ever at one stop.

Zeit zu halten- anzuhalten- Anhalter sein.
Die melody zu enden and zu ändern.
Hilferufen einsam sein on the long
long road that does not let you go.

There are the ones that have a leak,
a hole a missing or no drive no luck,
the ones were kept in silence
and in caves and boxes, dark.

Believers some-times and the choosen ones
in innocence for longer or for short.
Schuld-lose oder Ahnungslose bubbles,
shining for some moments or for more.

But then there are the voices of all languages,
and of none, the in betweeners wandering.
Black and white and gray and none,
The spinning wheels bluegreenredsync.

Kinderlieder sind so leicht so tender leicht.
Gute Nacht und Schlafe Good mein Kind
before du weisst was morgen kommt,
before du seest what comes to you to morrow.

So learn to speak to talk to say to make,
your world appears out there in colors and in sounds
and you will loose your home and all the tender
will be out and on the road and in the weather.

Wicked jumps.
Wenn der Fluß zu leise fliesst, dann schläft er ein
und überschwemmt das Land mit seiner Liebe.
Mit seiner grossen Liebe.
Mit seiner allzugrossen Liebe flutend.

Waterfalls and Motorboats and Gravelbanks.
You can not cross the river without the river
moving you.
Down the river closer to the sea.
The mehr the Meer the Ozean and clouds.

If the earth would make the mother would
that be the water or the solid or the swamp
the non the mixed and blended.

And where would be the father as the sky
would only make another face of her,
another finger toe and hair.

I remember the searching crying words of him who
was said to be a son when no one, ever saw before
the father.
Verlassen, los-gelassen, aus-gestossen sein.

In fact he was a brother ever and
that´s a reflection only -.

Word out there, word Zeichen uns´rer Innenwelt
and shadow of a broken piece of the soul
that never needs to talk and show and make.

The more tongues the longer in the universe
the endless is the road.
Babylon war auch nur ein´s der Paradiese.


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18.09.90 16:27
birth of a nation

31.03.06 23:26

31.03.06 23:21
in the mix

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11.01.08 21:26
packing for leaving
internal stress
who cares

13.01.08 08:54
almost midnight
the house is cold
arriving after a short night and a long trip
why do I always end up in stress before leaving for a long time
it will be two months this time, is that a long time?
they did not bring my luggage to town and will deliver it tomorrow
but no snow in town
a small house and I will live on the upper floor
if it is not fake it is actually built in stone
I will have to sleep in my clothes
it is cold, no luggage
tired and tired

14.01.08 06:49
first full day
the golden globes had no show tonight
my suitcase was damaged and the airline does not want to repair it
I managed to get online and to send some mails
the house has a phone but the heating is bad
and I went to the airport, again
no success
cleaned the place and put my stuff into drawers
got food and a few more things
8 hours of sleep was good but not enough
the day was for moving in and getting adjusted
most of that worked out
still very tried

15.01.08 03:33
Is it a failed attempt?
From and including: Dienstag, 15. Januar 2008
To and including: Sonntag, 21. März 2021
Result: 4815 days
It is 4815 days from the start date to the end date, end date included.
Or 13 years, 2 months, 7 days including the end date.
Or 158 months, 7 days including the end date.

shape or form


why start something new?
not that I am against anything that is new,
but when there is something old that also works …
Why would I have to start it in a new shape or form again?
just because I need the thrill?
just because new tis always better?
just because?
well - then - because …
because it does not matter.
spring in a new year
spring as something new,
as something blueish,
cat peopleish,
given or taken.



They don't know that I saw them.
Who saw me, whom did I not see?
I listen to stories,
I inhale what they say.
I take what I can get.
Some of it will be thrown back.
Shit happens.
Yeah, you grew older since then.
me too



is anybody disappointed?
since I last visited, more than 10 years have passed
can you imagine what could have happend during these 10 years?
I am not even producing anything valuable anymore
and none of this is about me anyways
go ahead, and go low, little joe



I am not happy about what the internet is doing to the world.
Can one say that?
I mean, I use it all the time, sure.
But it is not what it could be, or should be.
What that ist?
Hmmmm ...
That answer would ne newsworthy.