On the road. Summer turning into autumn. From North-East to North. In a cosy car with my brother, his girlfriend and her little dog.
Clouds speeding in 3D, wind turbines turning, sun burning red.
A 3-legged-dog running happily through the grass.
Coffee is not bad at our highway rest area. Double espresso cappuccino.
To fat boys pissing in the weeds.
I love to be on the road!
Happy birthday Mama!
I love that mushroom on the corner. Weserstrasse / Reuterstrasse. An area that used to be dead 20 years ago but now it’s super hip. The amanita is still the same.
And I love my photoshop filters.
And I love the Czech Amanita game company – they made the best game ever: Machinarium! And Botanicula! And Samorost!
Alas! Finally we made it at the end of summer – doing another geocache together, me, my brother, my nephew, his Mom!
The boys slipped through a hole into a bunker and found some hidden secrets visible only in ultraviolet light but me and Michi we prefered to stay outside enjoying the last warm summer real light beams!
You know what I would really miss if all people in this world got ooops killed by ooops themselves, shit accident, global Monsanto errr war oooops error?
My friend Frauke got 2 tickets for the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra. 3 pieces. Classical. Witold Lutosławski, Gustav Mahler, Leoš Janáček. Couldn’t be more different, diverse.
Conducted by Sir Simon Rattle, the boss of this orchestra (going to quit soon), cool, I first saw him and his work in a movie >>> Rhythm is it <<<
I am a newbie. I am a nothing-knower. I observed them, the musicians, how they worked together like a swarm. Fascinating. 50 violins sounding like a bee swarm. A choir of 100 men and women singing together demonstrating a power that blew me away, I don't like clerical themes at all but they were just fantastic.
Keep on rockin’!
I was wondering where the name dildo comes from – I came upon a very old poem …
And make me happie, stealing by degreese.
First bare hir leggs, then creepe up to hir kneese;
From thence ascend unto her mannely thigh—
(A pox on lingring when I am so nighe!).
Smock, climbe a-pace, that I maie see my ioyes;
Oh heauen and paradize are all but toyes
Compar’d with this sight I now behould,
Which well might keepe a man from being olde.
My little dilldo shall suply their kinde:
A knaue, that moues as light as leaues by winde;
That bendeth not, nor fouldeth anie deale,
But stands as stiff as he were made of steele.
Thomas Nashe, 1593
Today at Galeries Lafayette in Berlin Friedrichstrasse open Vogue night, buckets of champagne for all ladies, my friend and I went there, informed ourselves and … she won the race!!
When I’m grown up I wanna become a painter and paint hipster wearing hipster buns (Dutt-Trägerinnen) in my favourite hipster Pizzeria Casolare in Kreuzberg!
Some stills from the beer developed films from my recent workshop in Oldenburg!!