I found a Flügelbügel (a winged coat-hanger, not rhyming …) Graffiti in my neighbourhood! I don’t know why but it made me smile. So senseless except for the rhyme. Sometimes it’s nothing more than a rhyme that gives meaning to some tiny something.
And then tonight there’s on of the last summer crickets sitting in my tree in front of my window singing loudly, no … of course not singing, just rubbing his legs to attract a late cricket lady.
One of the last summer days, me, late rhyming girl with a lately harvested red summer wine in my hand. Cheers!
Here’s the cricket boy >>> dagiescrickets.mp3

I think it was my friend Khani who told me once that she realized the alikeness of a building at Potsdamer Platz and a fuck finger. Especially when seen through the valley-like Kochstrasse in the morning sun coming from straight East. Plus some picturesque dramatic late summer clouds … it brings pizzazz (I just learned that word on www.leo.org when I was looking for Das Gewisse Etwas)!!

Tomorrow is the last open air summer cinema day … go there if you can …

It left me a little confused … I saw Brad Pitt who I don’t really like that much … but: genious! With his Southern accent … just uglily talentedly beautiful. The best job he ever performanced.

And I cracked up laughing about Hitler, though … well … I am honestly wondering how they succeeded to translate that stupid crappy accent into english … the version that I saw tonight was just perfect … German and French when it was needed, subtitled … let me think two more days about it, ok? Good night!

Self-harvested breakfast this morning! At least the tomatoes come from my high tomato trees …

And for an early evening rosé wine I met Deborah at BROSCHEK (which is the girl’s name of the owner’s mama) – (“Die entspannte Kaffee-Bar / the laid back bar in der Neuköllner Weichselstraße zwischen / between Sonnenallee + Karl-Marx-Straße”) and we talked about film and people and life and summer and suddenly realized there’s a leopard in the trees! Art? Who cares! Beautiful! Like a chameleon!

Aaaanyway … I played airplane with my bike, sped along the runway, enjoyed the wide wide view and the imaginary breeze of kerosine still lingering in the air. Molecules of history hit me, kites buzzed lazily, a Turkish woman learned to ride the bike … and then there was a piano right in the middle of the end of the runway … some keys still working, sounded a bit like in a cowboy saloon … aawwwwesome …

… and here’s a little film >>>>>> tempelhof.mov

I looked up into my trees and remembered an old song by The Cure called A FOREST mmmmh and some good bad ugly vibes shot back at me from about 25 years ago when I was good bad ugly young - here’s a really bad VHS version from 1980!

And then I discovered MACHINARIUM. So awesome, so lovely, so beautifully hand-drawn with a cool ambient soundtrack all over … mmmh!
The story is simple, the puzzles are tricky but solvable, no bad killer monsters around, only a bunch of extremely wonderful plots and sites and helpers and hoodlums and oily metal animals … sometimes very funny and heartwarming (a robot! In a robot world! Mammamia!)

The city robot band (find the cat hiding in the didgeridoo!!!)

Next “Projektionen” will take place September 2nd. Subject: “animals” (including 3 of my films!)

The nice thing about it is that you feel miles and miles away from the city though Erkner still belongs to Berlin.
The lake is situated under the entry lane of the Schönefeld Airport so there are planes flying in quite close. I love planespotting (I spot and immediately feel connected to the wide wide miraculous world) and today it fitted nicely into the book that I was reading called “Brautflug (Bride Flight)” by Dutch novelist Marieke Van Der Pol.
There’s a long fascinating passage about emigrants taking a 50 hours flight in the fifties from the Netherlands to New Zealand (including 7 stops or so). Those times they faced turbulences I’d never have survived … god, I hate turbulences.
Can someone explain me that an airplane is not a sardine can in 30,000 feet height? That turbulences are as harmless as shattering peanuts? I think I must find a pilot in my life …

Anyway … they sold freshly harvested mirabelles at the service station. From the boss’s garden. A spark, a breeze from the countryside!

I read “Dappy Hilal”!
What can that mean? A Turkish riddle? Happy Birthday, Hilal? Hilal ist ein Depp?

While working on editing them I had a bird loop in my ears, Natural Desaster by Andrew Bird. My favourite song at the moment …
The picture below is a still from Nadine’s film – Adalbertstrasse, shot from a bike, self processed.
It was fun and I’m proud of all my participants!!

View from my kitchen up to my backyard sky!

Started a little boring so I took my chance and changed places after the break - go go go to my favourite club in Kreuzberg which I surely mentioned before: the legendary Club 39 equipped for the first time with a professional beamer!

Second halftime … sorry dreamteam of Germany (missing the Müller - … the Spaniards were better …
No one cried, we preferred to take another drink and listen to wonderful Kristof Hahn who started his one man guitar set with a melancholic version of “Ooh hoo Yogi Löw”. Beautiful!
Listen here >>>> ooohooooyogi.mp3

The most beautiful and clear lake near Berlin is my favourite Liepnitzsee.
Sunday holiday with brother Bernd and Nephew David! The greatest event was watching World Cup Germany:England … what a speedy fucking good game! We watched it at public viewing at the Inselklause which is a spot on the island inside the lake … had cold beer and hot fun and a very small tv screen!

One … no I think two of the German goals were shot by one fresh guy called Thomas Müller who later in the interview added to his comment: “Kann ich bitte noch jemanden grüssen? Ich möchte meine 2 Omas und meinen 1 Opa grüssen! (Can I please say hello to someone? I’d like to say hello to my 2 grandmas and 1 grandpa!)“. How super sweet!
Even old veteran Günter Netzer who co-comments the game in between and after smiled with his 48 teeth and we all cheered.

This is Nadine hanging in a tree, Cécile despiralizing the freshly developed film from the spiral and Florian hanging 15 m of still wet film through the dark room while we were watching some films on the beamer.

Film on!