crabs galore

  Salvador Dalí—remember, the fellow who coined the term ‘liquid television’, for whatever that means—once put a lobster upon the lap of a naked beauty. Nice contrast, that was. Then he went on and replaced a vintage telephone’s receiver by a lobster. Even better contrast, I’d say … crustacean vs. technology. The next step would have been to place said animals into technology-soaked sci-fi environments of the post-apocalyptic kind. Dreams come true and it’s amazing to see how certain topoi creep up again and again. Mike K. Nowak visited E3 and found out that during the last year or so … Continue reading

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bosozoku paris

  In 1976—when Elvis Presley was still alive—Claude Lelouch mounted a movie-camera to the grill of a 6.9 liter Mercedes and raced through Paris, reaching a top-speed of 200 km/h at approaching La place de la Concorde. Lelouch raced for 10 minutes until he reached his destination—he couldn’t go longer as the film on the reel didn’t allow more. The result is the short movie ↑“C’était un Rendez-Vous”—uncut. You can watch the movie e.g. at ↑axe-net, ↑dvblog, and ↑cyberpunkcafe. There are quite some myths spread: That the car was a Ferrari 275 GTB, and that the driver was a friend … Continue reading

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toys

  The picture at the above left I found via my pal Vít Šisler’s ↑Videogames and politics (↵Šisler 2005). It reminded me of a drawing Hypher—a core-member of ‘my tribe’—did in August 2004, which I have put at the top right. Here’s the according quote from Vít’s article:  This shift of political struggle from mass media to computer games, which are still largely considered as a playground reserved for children or teenagers, is something that worries many. In 2002, Slovakian artistic group Kunst-fu released a picture showing a baby peacefully sleeping in a bed with a Hitler-like doll. The title … Continue reading

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red woman

  On Saturday I had Spaghetti al Tonno for a late dinner. Within ten minutes after having finished the plate the ache started. Don’t ask me about the night, as my intestines were well messed up. The whole Sunday I spent lying around, living on a diet consisting of rusk and quite healthy tea. Then in the evening, in the wake of a series of accidental coincidences, I learned of a movie-project, which seemed to perfectly match the state of my inner system. There is a cyberpunk-movie in the making, or planned, or whatever, here in Munich. Low-budget, B-picture, independent—I … Continue reading

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cyberpunk china

↑2R has returned from China and among other things brought along beautiful photographies of which he has put a ↑first set online. Partly noir, partly cyberpunk, partly both, all China. Lots of neon, menacing nighttime indoors and outdoors architecture, artefacts’ details, living urban night without people … go and see yourself. … Continue reading

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presence and absence

  ↑Anthronaut delightedly used that old vernacular in telling me that he nearly shat his pants when he read ↵when hell is full for the first time. That was exactly the anticipated effect, my intention as author. ↑KerLeone was delighted by the story as well and even ↑linked to it from his weblog—an honest thanks for that, it’s an honour to get a link from such a widely read blog like ↑mosaikum. But KerLeone’s blog-entry on my story is kind of a spoiler—at least within the German-speaking world. “Kind” of a spoiler because it doesn’t reveal information from within the … Continue reading

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anthropology voight-kampff style

  Some nights ago I got a friend of mine, a hopeful young anthropologist, well sloshed and had him suffer some expert interrogation—sorry for the evening’s script’s mean psychological twists, pal ;-) Among some other things I squeezed out of him, he confessed that recently he had done some payed-for business anthropology assignments. The handbook they gave him contained a heap of pages filled with questionnaires seemingly right out of “Notes and queries in anthropology”—from the pre-Rivers era he meant. Stated so quite vehemently, in fact. All of this reminded me, again, of Philip K. Dick’s ↵“Do androids dream of … Continue reading

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