highlitez & lowlifez berlin03

hookers: i walked around my neighborhood one night, on my way home from tacheles (centre for alternative culture) mind you, and i stumbeled right into the street where all the hookers were standing, shivering in the cold. after resisting their advances for awhile, i decided to stop and talk to one of them, interesting no?, and i can now safely say, the german drive for perfection is very much manifest in their prostitutes.
i think my mouth must have dropped open as this tall blonde ratteled down the catalogue of services that 70 euro would buy me: striptease, handjob, blowjob, erotic massage, intercourse, an alcoholic drink and the rent for the ‘zimmerchen’ included! it’s a miracle, that they not also offer to do your laundry and give you a pedicure while at it, i thought to myself as i walked away with a smile…
– the food at oren. i went there twice and it was good good good
peter greenaway starting his talk at transmediale by saying: cinema is dead – this happening one day before today the berlinale kicks off – and finshing with a snappy: eros and thanatos , what else is there to talk about?
[greenaway also pointed out, that to sit around in a dark room, not moving for hours, staring into one direction, is completely unnatural, which is exactly what i have been doing for the last 5 days… thank you]
the future is not what it used to be yeah yogi, but then the past somehow will never make my day either…
automatenbar with micromusic party – a match made in heaven
– starting delillo’s white noise in berlin. somehow odd yet sexy!
– touch down in snowy bern with aphex twin’s ptolemy on my clie-mp3player. pure bliss.

germans everywhere, but i guess that comes with travelling to germany… duh
brunch at my hotel consisting of smelly chickenwings, weird fish stuff thrown onto hardboiled eggs and sausage, sausage and more sausage….
*err* no thank you…
– being charged 40 euro, because i misunderstood the concept and forgot to stamp the pass – it already had a date on it! so why restamp it? – for which i had paid 22 euro. so i paid 62 euro for 5 days public transport, can you believe that? for that amount of money i could have taken a cab everywhere.
and then the control guy said: ‘oh you are swiss, you must have lots of money’. yeah right! ‘oh you are german,you must be a fucking nazi pig dickwit suckerass’.
– frozen dogshit disaster
– buro destruct/cue visuals (easy on the videoeffect and cheapo 3d anims, please) and ultrared (message-techno to have a good puke to) at club transmediale

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Jan Zuppinger has been writing this blog since 2002. He likes to grow vegetables. He likes to eat them too. He has opinions on everything, but sadly no one cares. Jan Zuppinger is not joking, just joking, he is joking, just joking, he's not joking. *click.