Fatimas Hand Drawing

My world is gigantic and so small, all at once … I have passed by … so often … now I entered with my brother and his girlfriend … Fatimas Hand: a quiet beautiful bar in my Kietz / surrounding … so funny: me, entering, ordering wine, asking wine questions, hectically, all at once, and the bar tender woman projected a sympathico question mark in my eyes saying sorrymygermanisstillgrowing and I was like (how I love this I-was-like! Really!) ha, cool, no problem, repeating it all in remarkably fresh english … whatever: the white wine is Chardonnay, ice cold, very good, I love that bar, I love that atmosphere and I adore the drawing on the wall made by young artist Son-Of-The-Owner: we giggled our spring-longing asses off about (about?) the lovely 2-legged horse and the „Hodenschleudermann (untranslatable)“, heehee, keep on rockin‘!!

Altoid Pinhole Camera

I made a pinhole camera from an Altoid peppermint box. Tiny hole in the O. Inside anti reflex painted black. Put a piece of sheet film into the box, went to my neighbourhood Admiralbrücke / bridge and opened the lid I fixed over the little hole. Exposed it to the mild winter sunlight for one second.

This is what came out. The weirdest photo I ever took!

Byebye Zweite Hand

You don’t know how much you like your collegues until they are gone.

The Zweite Hand – the Second Hand – was an ad magazine (founded 30 years ago), once cool, now dead. Taken over by The Tagesspiegel some years ago, somehow saved, somehow left to die … whatever … I had a good time there and we had a yummy good bye party yesterday …
And I learned: fight for your rights. Not to party … that’s for free … but for decent termination pay. They sacked 11 people and wanted to get away with einem warmen Händedruck … nothing … no way … so we organized ourselves to gain at least, alas! a social RIP payment for people who worked there for half of their lives, come on, that’s what Gewerkschaften are for! Labor union, I mean. That’s what people struggled for 100 years ago. Ours is Verdi and I must say … thank you Jörg for fighting together with us until the end: sometimes it makes sense to not give up, to go out and inform the public, to go on strike even if you feel a little ridiculous. Do it. Know about rights and chances.
Yeah!
I’ll miss you (I smoothly swam over to Zitty, another Tagesspiegel daughter magazine, don’t worry about me … love my new collegues, I’m safe. Until …)

Hey Herman!

Me and my friends went out to have some drinks – now there’s a cool speciality, a quite new bar in the neighborhood: Herman! Schönhauser Allee 173.

They have hundreds of different beers, all Belgian! First thought that might come upon you: oh no, not that sweet cherry / strawberry / vanilla beer again *headache* – no no not true, I had a super caramel color, not sweet, tasty, „real“ beer called „Palm“, mmmh yummy …. they even serve some mysterious beer in champagne bottles!!

Bart, the charming owner, explored the world and landed in Berlin, he wears an interesting hairdo (somehow made me think of Napoleon) and answered to my question „why Herman?“ that he named the bar after his teacher. One of the good ones. Sports was it if I remember right. Not Herman Van Veen. Bah. Now he was Dutch, right?

Cheers and Prost everyone!

On The Road To Mama’s 75th Birthday Party

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!

Music Is It

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?

Music.

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’!

First Bare Hir Leggs, Then Creepe Up To Hir Kneese …

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!!