Why do I feel the urge of writing a somewhat connected narrative post? Fuck coherence, let me just say the following (go figure if there is any coherence):
- So a person from my old school found me on Facebook. Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew I would've better gone under the name of Mitzi Wastabtschik, like I do on my studivz-account.
- Got turned down for one of the scholarships I applied to. I don't care. Where's the beer?
- Am I dumb or why do the questions and statements that come out of my mouth most of the time take a totally different direction of what I thought I wanted to say? 95% of the time I have the feeling that what I say sounded way better in my head. Maybe it's like in the Psapp song: "I know how I wanted to go/ I know how I wanted to be/ don't make me think before I speak" Connected to that (see, I'm obsessed with coherence!): I understand Derrida's claim that communication fails most of the time, or rather: that actually understanding each other is a somewhat unlikely event. Little did I know failed communication always happens to me.
- I want to get drunk. I will get drunk. I have a plan.
- I learned today that the reason why we might be "afraid" or somewhat reluctant of sexual encounters (or maybe encounters at all?) is because it opens up potentially new futures/directions that we cannot control. Why does this remind me of Pascal's phrase about human unhappiness coming from the fact that we're unable to stay in a room alone?
- I need a vacation. I need lying in the sun 24/7 reading wonderful books that I cannot make any use of for my research. I need sanity, a somewhat healthy lifestyle. I need taking care.
- Why are social relations sometimes so tiresome, and other times just the most vivifying and wonderful thing?
- Patience is a virtue. Unfortunately not a virtue I am blessed with.
- Apparently, according to Darwin, music is about sexual attraction. Fuck that.
- You know those maps that have a little dot that indicates "this is where you are"? I saw the most hilarious graffiti in the streets of Utrecht: three blue big dots on the street with the line: "Where are you?"
- Why are the keyboards of computers different according to the country you're in? The world is a global village? Oh yeah? Try standardizing computer keyboards and then talk to me again.
- So a person from my old school found me on Facebook. Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew I would've better gone under the name of Mitzi Wastabtschik, like I do on my studivz-account.
- Got turned down for one of the scholarships I applied to. I don't care. Where's the beer?
- Am I dumb or why do the questions and statements that come out of my mouth most of the time take a totally different direction of what I thought I wanted to say? 95% of the time I have the feeling that what I say sounded way better in my head. Maybe it's like in the Psapp song: "I know how I wanted to go/ I know how I wanted to be/ don't make me think before I speak" Connected to that (see, I'm obsessed with coherence!): I understand Derrida's claim that communication fails most of the time, or rather: that actually understanding each other is a somewhat unlikely event. Little did I know failed communication always happens to me.
- I want to get drunk. I will get drunk. I have a plan.
- I learned today that the reason why we might be "afraid" or somewhat reluctant of sexual encounters (or maybe encounters at all?) is because it opens up potentially new futures/directions that we cannot control. Why does this remind me of Pascal's phrase about human unhappiness coming from the fact that we're unable to stay in a room alone?
- I need a vacation. I need lying in the sun 24/7 reading wonderful books that I cannot make any use of for my research. I need sanity, a somewhat healthy lifestyle. I need taking care.
- Why are social relations sometimes so tiresome, and other times just the most vivifying and wonderful thing?
- Patience is a virtue. Unfortunately not a virtue I am blessed with.
- Apparently, according to Darwin, music is about sexual attraction. Fuck that.
- You know those maps that have a little dot that indicates "this is where you are"? I saw the most hilarious graffiti in the streets of Utrecht: three blue big dots on the street with the line: "Where are you?"
- Why are the keyboards of computers different according to the country you're in? The world is a global village? Oh yeah? Try standardizing computer keyboards and then talk to me again.
2 comments:
- which scholarship turned you down?
- did you fulfil your plan/get drunk yesterday?
- for Darwin not only music is about sexual stuff, everything is.. and i quite like that part of his theory (if that's really his theory)..
- Berlin
- yes
- Fuck that too. I'm a Foucauldian, you know, thus I think that positing sexuality as the secret key of everything is the most modern, western, bourgeois thing to do.
Post a Comment