… to the head.

a fantastic poem by saul williams that will rip open your third eye, if you allow it to happen;
with this love poem to kali saul williams lifts himself into the great lineage of the extraordinary ecstatic poets like rumi, kabir or mirabai.

quote:
citizens,
children of the night,
bearers of the torch:
scorched and burned.
burn not.
the dam is broken.
the curse is fled.
once muddied and still,
the river runs
red!
[…]
my friends,
love is an artform
slightly removed
from its element
one may ask
well what does this mean?
i respond
i’ve made it up
but it shall be
from now on
[…]

[via woostercollective = my favorite blog these days .::. just looking at the stickers pages makes me happy!]

oh lord. look what my daily fotobot email got me today:

i am not sure i want to see this … yet here i am sharing it on my blog … hmm
can you count the dingleberries [aka tarzanelli]?

you never know to whom you’re talking.
bertolt brecht, the threepenny opera
[…]
in the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a lng joke that’s being continually retold in an accent too thick and too strange to ever be completly understood. life is that joke, my friends. the soul is its punch line.
[…]
explain this to me then, if labor day is a day set aside to honor the working stiff, you know, to honor honest toil, why then do people celebrate it by staying home and goofing off? i mean, if work is so noble and good for us, wouldnt you think we’d choose to honor it by working twice as long and hard on its special day?
it strikes me that if the way people celebrate work is by not working, then what they’re really celebrating is leisure. they’re admitting that they’d a whole lot rather be having fun day in and day out than have their nose to the fucking grindstone.
its like celebrating valentine’s day by acting hateful and sending rude notes to your loved ones.
[…]
in the west we have a desperate need for the certain, the expliquable, and the absolute. in fact, on e of our euphemisms for our lonely monogod is “the absolute”. ironically, perhaps, that happens to be an appropriate title. god is absolute. abolute mystery. absolute ambiguity. absolute uncertainty. ha ha.
[…]

big un’s
tunnel vision by franziska nyffeler
kabinet-gerechtigkeitsgasse 37-bern-switzerland
checkitoutifyournearbern

the internet has grown too big … make it slow down please … somebody …

there are so many great websites out there, that you will find them more and more, let’s call them online ghost towns.
online ghost towns are websites that fulfill most standards of a good website. they
- look good
- have a great idea behind it
- function perfectly, at least onna technical level they are totally on point
- even their design might be excellent,
but nobody visits them regularly or even uses their interactive possibilities, their guest-books remain empty, their shout-boxes ignored, the content in their blogs and bulletin boards is not read nor commented.
online ghost towns just sit there, looking good, collecting the digital equivalent to dust - what would that be? electro smog? ping clouds?
they’ll just sit there and enthusiastically greet the search-engine bots, that are - at least they never quit - passing by occasionally.

well, a few months ago i realised, that all my websites fit this description. i am one of these pathetic authors, who manage to create good quality websites, but fail to attract the users.
why?
is it because i am lacking the necessary cool and sarcasm to make it all hip?
is it because i am old school and still think in the old “good content will attract users” paradigm?

and after such a realisation even more importantly one might ask: why continue?

well, i love the internet! i really really do.
for instance: yesterday i was trying to decide, which one was my favorite website of the week. the one with the sheep counting or the one with the japanese toy automatic wanking hand [both found in the latest b3ta.com newsletter]. so here i was listening to this sheep counting up to 40 over and over again in the background, while at the same time i was chatting via IM with this fellow rant-blogger from england, who i have quite liked to read for awhile and who i finally contacted [and yes! she is extremly funny and sharp!] and so we were trying to decide, if it was the sheep, that was a bit thick and therefore could only count till 40 or if sheep-school was to blame, because they only taught sheep to count up to that number.
i mean …

then blogging is so therapeutic. saves going to psychotherapy. think of all the money i save!
something pisses me off? just blog it. put it out there! it feels great.
something is really cool and inspiring? just blog it. release the praise.
and sometimes the addressed will even read it, like recently, when i blogged about someone and had an email from him in my inbox a few days later …

this is where i collect and express my thoughts and emotions, my links and images, my inspirations and irritations…
it’s out there. it’s real. hello world.

getting paranoid is an ocupational hazard of illicit street painting, which is good. your mind is working at it’s best when you’re being paranoid. you explore every avenue and possibilty of your situation at high speed with total clarity. i’m not interested in looking at things made by people who aren’t paranoid, they’re not working to their full capacity.

from: banksy: banging your head against a brick wall isbn 0-9541704-0-7

interesting point, but is paranoia truely the only state that kicks minds to perform at their fullest potential.

i love the internet. i really do.
but let me just take one step back, and after a deep breathe, i also think it is mad.
the internet has brought such an mad sense of acceleration into my life, sometimes it makes me feel dizzy.
the glorious digital lifestyle, with all it’s brilliant machines and gadgets, that are supposed to save us time… well, in fact i have never been so busy trying to keep it all up to code and insync.
i don’t have a money-job, but i am constantly stressed out. full capacity. there is always another blog to update, another graphic to create, another internet-search to finish up, another website to keep track of.

the internet has turned into a full-time job here.
the pay is shite though …

pheew. so here i am, blogging here, fotologging there, mobloging thataway, b3ta.com ing over yonder, then dailychecking all these other blogs and newsportals plus reading all those fantastic newsletters plus updating all the rest of my websites [uhm not quite often enough even], and at the end of the day i always wonder: where has my time gone.

and in fact there are all these other great internet-communities, that i would love to participate in, but i do not find the time for it. ilx, saul william’s forum, db-db, friendster, tribe.net to name just a few. or take a website like rathergood.com, where you could spend hours just looking/reading through it all having a laugh…

the internet as a medium is really starting to understand what works well in it. there are all these fantastic and way deep websites out there. when you find them, you click through them for a few minutes, are exited about them, bookmark them for a later visit, or even blog about them; but you already know, you’ll never come back.

it’s mad.

i will have decelerate fast, and where are the damn brakes on this thing, in oder to re-focus all this somehow.
like, okay there is all this great stuff out there, but only so much time in a day.
i can’t do it all.. sniffie..

it’s still great though.
we love the internet!

dies aussage ueber den film achtung fertig charlie von einem gewissen osman eralp[!] aus schwammedingen habe ich heute im blick gefunden:
“ein superfilm, der die armee mal von der lustigen seite zeigt. ich jedenfalls freue mich auf die RS”

frage an die filmmacher: misson accomplished?
mein frueherer rant achtung, fertig, habakuk ist hier zu lesen …

here are two websites re: sneakers which cover the opposite spectrum of the sneaker=lifestyle topic.

eu.cmax.com: costum configured sneakers. from a impressive number of parameters over 1′000 types of different sneakers can be configured, carrying the logo of a company for instance, like this lovely visa-sneaker… as fascinating as it is is scary.

blackspotsneaker.com: spoof add sneaker campaign copying nike. “rethink the cool + the shoe. For years, Nike was the undisputed champion of logo culture, its swoosh an instant symbol of global cool. Today, Phil Knight’s Nike is a fading empire, badly hurt by years of “brand damage” as activists and culture jammers fought back against mindfuck marketing and dirty sweatshop labor.”