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Sunday, July 12th, 2009
apiphile	8:21p	NO I WILL NOT SPAMMING YOU JUST BECAUSE TOP GEAR IS ON ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) (2 honey bees | gimme some candy)
apiphile	2:59p	On the whole, it's been an oddly productive week. ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) (23 honey bees | gimme some candy)
octaine	9:58p	a plastic friend This afternoon I emerged from my bedroom to discover this familiar friend on the dining table. I could almost smell the tinkly powder 80s toy scent in the air as soon as I laid eyes on him. This guy is a star from one of my earliest childhood memories - toddler playtime. I wonder how many minds he has been stored in. There's so many things in life that can trigger memories - places, voices, scents, objects. What a wonderful thing. But is a memory a dead thing? Does it expire? Or is it just like an archived file that we may wish to view or use again later? Where is the line that determines whether we just remember or extract some of that memory and inject it into our reality? (gimme some candy)
apiphile	1:16p	And yesterday it was cats screwing! ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) Current Mood: good (4 honey bees | gimme some candy)
lady_darcy	7:57p	I'm pretending I don't have a sore throat... when really I do... go away sore throat... This is what I reallllly really want - The Kachido by Kozyndan..., unfortunately it is $900 at Outré. It looks so amazing framed...like.... THE BEST... and would look shmick in my joint when i move out *thumbs up*. Unfortunately to move out, one must cut down on extravagant purchases. mmm. Current Mood: drained Current Music: Magic Wands - Black Magic (1 honey bee | gimme some candy)
apiphile	11:47a	[writers' resources] drug drug druggy. ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) (30 honey bees | gimme some candy)
melbournemaniac [ andyourcolouris ]	8:18p	Calculator for sale I was wondering if anybody was interested in buying a TI-89 CAS calculator? It was bought at the start of the year brand new for around one hundred and eighty dollars, and has barely been used -- so I'm thinking about one hundred and fifteen, although feel free to make an offer, as I really don't have much of an idea. :) Pick-up from the CBD only. (2 honey bees | gimme some candy)
apiphile	8:43a	i guess that i miss you, i guess i forgive you... ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) (7 honey bees | gimme some candy)
trayce	6:25p	No Regurgitator at all in the entire JJJ Hottest 100. Really really fuckin suprised. Not suprised at all by the results otherwise. Now listening to "Eighties" by Killing Joke to protest against Nirvana. Has been fun listening to it and drinking and yelling at the radio otherwise tho. Even my bro asked me to tell him the results while he's in the US heh. (18 honey bees | gimme some candy)
imomus	10:18a	Deeper into Neukolln When I first moved to the northern tip of Neukolln in 2006 there was a funky little record store (it also sold comics, jagged grungy silkscreens, books of pervy photos of wounded Japanese girls by Romaine Slocombe, and copies of FRUiTS magazine) on my street called Le Petit Mignon, run by a frenchman called Guillaume Siffert. In March 2007 Le Petit Mignon closed its Neukolln shop, moved up to the Torstrasse in Mitte, and merged with Staalplaat, a Dutch record shop and label which started as a cassette distribution operation in 1982. At the time, it looked like Le Petit Mignon was getting "upwardly mobile", moving from a marginal area to hipster central in Mitte. But in early 2009 rumours started to reach our ears that Le Prodigal Mignon was seeking to return to Neukolln, bringing Staalplaat with it. Guillaume spent a couple of months scouting locations, and finally settled on Flughafenstrasse, a busy commercial, working class street that slopes down from Tempelhof Airport to the Neukolln town hall. The new Neukolln Staalplaat -- called Staalplaat Working Space -- opened in late April. I made my first visit last night, to see a Midori Hirano show in their concert space at the back. I actually missed Midori's set because of a fireworks display at Tempelhof, catching instead the sensuously placid guitar sounds of Rac-ka, a duo from Osaka. It felt good being in there, even if there was something a bit cautious about the way Guillaume had to unlock the door to let us in. On the Staalplaat blog page Rinus details not just the new venue's problems with noise-obsessed neighbours, but their view that "the neighbourhood is turning into a red-light district, with illegal prostitution, women-, drugs-, and arms trafficking, bribery, violence and noise disturbances." I personally felt a big hippy-alternative vibe of calm. Staalplaat's concert room has sofas. It's very quiet in there (and not just because of the neighbour with the decibel meter) and the only lighting is a couple of candles and some ghostly ambient seep from the backyard. When experimental music is playing, you're instantly in a Wire magazine article, and when the show is over and the audience mills out into the shop area you feel something of the vibe of the old Rough Trade shop in Covent Garden, the one under Slam City Skates. The move back into Neukolln -- deeper into Neukolln, in the developing area around Boddinstrasse -- seems to have given Staalplaat a rush of relevance, a new mission and energy. Whereas, up in Mitte, Staalplaat pretty much blended in, sensibility-wise, with neighbours like Bongout Gallery and Neurotitan, down here in "deep Neukolln" it seems to be back on the cutting edge, joining semi-squat cultural guerilla operations like Loophole (from which I did a livecast back in February at the invitation of the ubiquitous Rinus Van Alebeek). The gamble seems to have paid off; foot traffic into Staalplaat during the day is apparently rather higher down here "in the middle of nowhere" (actually close to happening spots like Weserstrasse) than it was up on tacky Torstrasse, the Oxford Street of Berlin hip. Neukolln may not have Mitte's buy-yourself-hip clothes boutiques (oh shit, did Best Shop close down already? Maybe Mitte doesn't have them either!) but it does offer less conventional clothing possibilities. I'd recommend a trip to the gigantic Bauhaus store on Hasenheide, directly across the road from Viet-café Hamy, our cut-price version of Mitte's Monsieur Vuong. At Bauhaus you can marvel at gorgeously utilitarian gas cannisters, chipboard slabs, orange-painted trolleys and red nested toolboxes. Copying Jan Lindenberg -- my personal style guru, who uses them to soften his recycled MDF chairs -- I bought a €4.60 recycled Bauhaus packing blanket yesterday and modeled it for Hisae's camera right there in the store, to the amusement of Saturday shoppers. I run the pictures here so that Twit Opera and the Anons can mock me as if I weren't already mocking myself, and because milky_eyes was complaining yesterday about the absence of photos of me. Packing blankets -- like deep Neukolln -- are where it's at, man. You read it here first. (13 honey bees | gimme some candy)
melbournegoths [ xsweeney_toddx ]	2:53p	( BLACK PVC PANTS FOR SALE ) (gimme some candy)
melbournemaniac [ xsweeney_toddx ]	2:39p	( BLACK PVC PANTS FOR SALE ) (gimme some candy)
twinpeaks [ thesiren ]	12:58p	the meanest thing ever my boyfriend and i were watching twin peaks recently (because he'd never seen it before) when the following exchange took place. it was the episode where dale has his first dream about mike and BOB. ME: isn't he the scariest thing you ever saw? (meaning BOB) HIM: only because he lives outside your window. :/ UNCOOL. (5 honey bees | gimme some candy)
Saturday, July 11th, 2009
deathcircle	5:17p	By Mitch Blunt (gimme some candy)
locke_fox	7:03p	once a prick... my esteem for my parents has drastically declined since the 4th and seems to be dwindling by the day. there's far to much history and boring shit to say so i'll make it short. my mother is absolutely bat shit crazy. she cries and screams and freaks out for no reason at all. i used to think it was menopause. but that has come and gone and she seems to be getting worse. the terrible thing is she has some kind of weird jealousy thing with my sister so when they fight i'm smack in the middle every time. not that my mom is entirely to blame every time either. my sister does some fucked up shit too. eh... my father is a whole other story. he married a gold-digger who made sure to cut me and my sister off from his life soon as you can say joint account. so he goes off all mid-life-crisis like and starts a brand new family with my stepmom. who is cool i guess but i've always been acutely aware that my dad is her meal ticket. even when i was young. so now i get to watch my brother enjoy every perk in life that my sister and i never had. and what's so so so fucking bad about it is he seems to gloat in watching us feel... what? jealous. that's not right. pissed off is more like it. they go and buy him a brand new car today. you know, just for the shit of it. every time i walk past him he's like - are you jealous? are you jealous? are you jealous? i just say no. i just want peace. what i really want to say is - no motherfucker i'm not jealous. i fucking despise you. always have. coming back here in a way makes me feel better because i know i'm not just being childish about it. it really happened. fuck you for prepaying his college. fuck you for all this shit you do for him that you never did for us! in fact, you haven't done one thing beneficial to my life since 5th grade. or wait... ever? 'but i payed child support.' child support schmild support. fuck you and your momma too bitch. that's none of my concern. i can't wait to get the fuck outa here so we can go back to not knowing each other. don't even think of asking for a visit. on the other hand. i actually care about my mom. this is so lame. (11 honey bees | gimme some candy)
cinema_obscura [ davidlochary ]	4:31p	Help please? There is this horror movie I saw as a child. I believe it came out in either the 70s or 80s. I don't remember anything about it except this hilarious scene where this girl (probably possessed) slithers behind the couch. I've tried google, but obviously not remembering anything else about this movie, I couldn't find anything. I figure I'd give it a shot here. Anyone have any idea? (gimme some candy)
apiphile	8:09p	apparently "museum" in my lexicon means "shopping in camden" ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) (19 honey bees | gimme some candy)
Sunday, July 12th, 2009
octaine	3:16a	Double Lucky Ahhh....it's so good to have a week off work! I am truly treating this break as a mental health week. I've been lazing around in bed until midday and then hanging around Leederville drinking milkshakes and finding hidden bars of decadence. Went to see Bruno the other night, which was funny as hell. I laughed so much that I cried, and the popcorn down my top in addition to the laughter made me feel happy. What also makes me happy is that I bought myself a nice new Digital SLR camera - the new Pentax K7 which has been receiving loads of great reviews. I can't freakin' wait to treat myself to some beautiful glass for my new pet monster. Buuuuut..what really makes my ♥ heart ♥ happy is my new purple Lomo fisheye camera! I can't wait to use it...I start bouncing around and I feel my heart skip a beat when I think about it. I've also been buying lots of books lately. Last week I read Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse which was a nice easy read, and at the moment I'm reading Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis which is sort of making me bored. I've still got quiiite a few others to get through - fiction, travel journals, photography inspiration, Russell Brand's booky wook...ahhhh...plus all those DVDs I bought the other week. I have a great deal of TEFL work to do which I keep putting it off, and I'm sure not making the right moves to avoid distraction and boost motivation...but...but...no buts. Did I mention that I'm super excited about my fisheye?!?! (4 honey bees | gimme some candy)
melbournemaniac [ inflightdata ]	1:45a	pics or it didn't happen. I can't sleep. Thus: MELBOURNEMANIACS IMAGE MACRO POST, ROUND TWO. GO GO GO. (50 honey bees | gimme some candy)
Saturday, July 11th, 2009
dressingfordusk	9:33p	all the lies you made up, what's at the back of your mind? oh, your face I can see, and it's desperately kind. but what's at the back of your mind? icy cold hands conducting the way - it's the eskimo blood in my veins. amid concrete and clay, and general decay, nature must still find a way. so ignore all the codes of the day, let your juvenile impulses sway this way and that way. this way and that way. god, how it implores you to let yourself lose yourself. stretch out and wait, stretch out and wait. let your puny body lie down, lie down. as we lie, you say- as we lie, you say- stretch out and wait, stretch out and wait. let your puny body lie down, lie down. as we lie, you say: will the world end in the night time? I really don't know. or will the world end in the daytime? I really don't know. and is there any point in ever having children? oh, I don't know. all I do know is that we're here, and it's now. so stretch out and wait, stretch out and wait. there's no debate, no debate, no debate. how can you consciously contemplate, when there's no debate, no debate, no debate? stretch out and wait... (5 honey bees | gimme some candy)
deadpoetrise	4:24a	i've been listening to an ungodly amount of CSNY lately. i just want to drive through america and discover something. that's how i feel. (gimme some candy)
imomus	11:20a	Being Japanese in Blankenfeld On Wednesday Yoshito, Naoko, Hisae and I took the train to Blankenfeld, a satellite suburb about 25 kilometers from central Berlin. Japanese friends had invited us to Workshop Japan, an afternoon presentation of the part-time work they'd been doing over the last three months, teaching German children about Japanese crafts, lifestyle, language and philosophy. Coming from dense, Turkish Neukolln to Blankenfeld was like entering another world. After riding two trains and a bus we found ourselves skirting a poppy-dotted wheatfield in a thunderstorm. Boat-shaped suburban houses were surrounded by gnome-haunted gardens, many boasting ornamental fountains, statues of goats, and clumps of bamboo. Even in the heavy rain, we paused to marvel at flowers and plants we never see in the inner city. At the school -- a clean, modern brick box -- ten-year-olds scurried about in Japanese headbands, guided by the friends who had invited us. Look, there's Ido-San, the performance artist! But today she's Ido-San, the judo instructor! Look, there's Saiko, the art student who works in the kitchen at Smart Deli! But today she's the kimono lady! Like Superman, these friends of ours have secret powers. We thought they were artists, but after a quick change of clothes in a phone booth they become... ambassadors for Japan! Speculating idly as the slick Workshop Japan DVD played to the teeming assembly hall, I wondered if I too could earn money from the German government teaching "the Scottish Way" to kids? Is there even a Scottish Way worth learning? How do we arrange our gardens? How do we fight? How do we dress? Is it sufficiently different from the German way to warrant a three month course? Is it charismatic enough? Could this be what my Book of Scotlands leads to? I suppose I was perceived as a parent at the Workshop Japan afternoon -- a parent nobody had ever seen before, not attached to any particular child. Like all the other "parents" I raised my Japanese digital camera and snapped dutifully during the kimono fashion show, as young German girls paraded past in unlikely kimonos featuring what looked like the double-headed eagle of the Hapsburg Empire. In fact, if I was the "father" of anyone, it was the Japanese instructors themselves. It was with some kind of paternal pride that I told Saiko-San that the arrangement of hair at the back of her neck had achieved the pinnacle of iki beauty. What I noticed, out at Blankenfeld, was that we all became different people there. In central Berlin the culture allows us to be somewhat ageless and cultureless. Out at Blankenfeld, we suddenly had ages and cultures. I was "old", the girls (in their mid to late 20s) were "responsible adults", and the kids were "kids". Your perceived age slotted you into this syntagmatic hierarchy, did away with equality, made you act a certain way. We also had more noticeable ethnicities. All the kids were white, and German. All the instructors were Japanese, and did stereotypically Japanese things, like paper-folding and flower-arranging. I passed, I guess, for a German. Despite the emphasis on culture, there was less cultural mixing going on out at Blankenfeld than happens in central Berlin. Last week Ido-San did one of her multimedia performances in Neukolln -- an act that mixed Japanese and Western idioms. But out at Blankenfeld she was being 100% Japanese. It was a relief to get back to dense, dirty Neukolln, where people are as various as flowers are in Blankenfeld. It seems to me that central Berlin is the exception and Blankenfeld the norm, in the sense that rather few places allow you to escape your age, your class, your race and your culture -- should you wish to! -- in the way that urban Berlin does. Here nobody ever says "Act your age!" or "Scots don't do that!" or "Be a man!" But if it's a sort of freedom to escape your age, your gender, and your culture, it's also a sort of freedom to embody them gorgeously, generously, even stereotypically. Perhaps, out in blank Blankenfeld, my Japanese friends were suddenly free to express a repressed part of "themselves" -- the part, paradoxically, that we're not at liberty to change. (36 honey bees | gimme some candy)
apiphile	10:16a	FUCK THIS, ALSO. ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) (16 honey bees | gimme some candy)
thenulldevice	8:15a	Another London Weekend http://dev.null.org/blog/archive/2009/07/11#0915_anotlondw August is shaping up to be a good month for rereleases; now Cherry Red are rereleasing Another Sunny Day's "London Weekend" on the 17th. London Weekend contains indiepop classics such as You Should All Be Murdered, Anorak City and I'm In Love With A Girl Who Doesn't Know I Exist, and has been unavailable since Sarah Records shut down in 1995. The rerelease will come out with 6 bonus tracks and sleeve notes by Saint Etienne's Bob Stanley. (Apparently the rerelease comes about through Harvey Williams having bought back the rights to the album, rather than Matt and Clare deciding to open the Sarah vaults, though there are (as always) vague rumours of more Sarah rereleases. Let's hope that they do happen and there's some Blueboy among them.) (via Harvey) ¶ another sunny day cherry red indiepop rereleases sarah records [no comments] (gimme some candy)
shewillfall	3:56a	its 4 and i cant sleep (gimme some candy)

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