Archive for February, 2010

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Optimistic Catastrophist

February 28, 2010

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.

Warsaw, 1944.

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just a mark on the timeline

February 28, 2010

Saturday, February 27, 2010.

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Late Night Chocolate Mousse

February 25, 2010

Ingredients:
– Bittersweet chocolate
– Unsalted butter
– Group Four, Massive Attack
– Large Eggs
– Salt
– 10mg Adderall
– Heavy cream

Directions:
* Melt chocolate and butter in a large metal bowl set over a saucepan of simmering water
* Beat yolks in a small bowl
* Whisk yolks into chocolate mixture
* Beat cream
* Fold whipped cream into chocolate mixture
* Beat whites with salt
* Fold beaten whites into chocolate mixture
* Chill

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the worst moral dilemma you can face at 3am in the morning

February 15, 2010

amphetamine vs. benzodiazepine
thank you so much Lévi-Strauss for not helping

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gone fishin’

February 11, 2010

Came home. Set the hookah. Damn! No charcoal left. 10 minutes of stroll in the house. Voila! Remembered rolling one into the dark hole of stove. Fishing for 20 minutes. Hoorah! Everything is back to normal.

Is it an indication of an addiction which makes you remember weird things?
If this is the case, it is good to be an addict.

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okay let’s try it again.

February 6, 2010

It especially gets worse when you are high or drunk (usually both). The words get bigger. You know they are there, but now it is harder to have them in order. It is challenging to put those together to make yourself clear. It is a substantial effort even though you know that the other person will never fully understand you. But you still try.

I know more than 5 words in my own language which roughly means being in a foreign place. The meanings cover a range around uncanny. Here, there is hardly a word that I know of which roughly means being in a foreign place.

Love has different meanings. It is immensely cultural. Biological comfort zone is easily surpassed. You have to constantly match what you see with what you know. It’s an unstoppable, and consuming process. This is how you are able to communicate.

Yes, there are language barriers between us.
Yet, there is nothing we can do about it.