Some stuff.

Just a quick update. A lot of work to do today and in the next two. My desk looks quite scary with a lot of paper, empty and filled cups of coffee and a bunch of toystuff standing around. So the next post will obviously be on the weekend. Perhaps then I can tell something about the APSotW stuff that Russell is going through right now.

By the way a big hello to the readers from the USA and the UK who visited this blog. I never thought that you exist. Or that someone actually would read this but my ZoomCloud told me that it was used by users from USA, UK, Germany and from "?". Quite surprising. But in a nice way.

This Bud's For You Mr. Thieving Gipsy Fucker.

What do you do, when you are a retarded drunk bastard walking to the toilet and thinking about taking pictures of your crown jewels to scare the underaged friends of your little sister? Yeah, you search the jackets of people having a christmas party in the same club and steal some money to get even more pissed and, well, a camera to take some pictures. So Mr. I am to much of a sissy to beat people up in a dark street and that's why I steal the stuff when they don't see me: I hope you bought some really bad drinks with my € 100 and I think you had approx. 5 minutes of fun with my digital camera. With empty batteries and no power supply. But I give a big and lovely "Cheers!" to you, Mr. Charity Guy, because you left € 5 for me and my credit cards. So crack open a nice, cold Bud Light Mr. Quick-Handed Braveheart and give a warm welcome to the cheerful "Thanks" I am sending to you via internet.

The Great Escapade

Last friday one of my friends, the irresistible small Master of Photography Pascal Remond, hosted the greatest REMMIDEMMI of all times. It took place in Berlin and was incredible. Unfortunately I was not able to go there, but here are some remarkable impressions of this big night out.

Deichkind at zerb party firstdouze2006
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Wohin soll das alles nur führen?

Ich breche schon wieder die englisch-Regel dieses Blogs, aber das wird den zwei deutschen Lesern wahrscheinlich egal sein. War in der Mittagspause draußen und hab dieses dufte Foto gemacht. Das schildert so schön meinen derzeitigen Weg. Er führt nur in eine Richtung, die Frage ist nur: in welche?

A town called "Home".

Because my grandma doesn't feel so well I went to my hometown over the weekend. Cottbus, around 100 kilometres in the southeast of Berlin. Call it East Germany or former German Democratic Republic. It's always a quite depressing feeling to go there because it feels like the city is dying.

But this time (maybe because I was sad because of my grandma) I found that there lies a lot of beauty in the ugliness of the town. It just depends on the way you look at it and on the light. By the way I discovered some decent grafittis. But now just enjoy the photos and by the next time perhaps I'll post pictures of the nice old part of Cottbus which is really beautiful indeed.

Joe Joe What Do You Know?

A nice one-liner every week on the blog of the guys and dolls at Wieden+Kennedy Amsterdam. This one's my favourite. Maybe because it's so goddamn true. Only they forget to mention Lürzer's Archive as well.