define : internet

a .doc file can take anything. a browser will take you wherever you never intended to go. the net is an orchestra (or a pop band) for everyone – what a cacophony it produces. then again, a musical metaphore may not be appropriate for a phenomenon such as  the world wide web. but we must have analogies to things we’re familiar with in order to study something new. and this is new – a couple of years is nothing for a thing as big as the Net. so, how do we label it? give me a category and a differentia specifica! turbo-charged means of communication? define: internet.. an electronic network of computers. a contraption. and what is it we’re creating with this extension to our tongues and our fingers? is it an enormous jigsaw-puzzle: you get to paint a piece – or a few, if you own google. are we creating, or do we even want to create anything? or is it about destruction again? assuming the net does not become a conscious entity and enslave mankind, what is this universe of static and dynamic web content, multimedia whatchamacallits, and words, an overwhelming flood of words? a symphony, a painting, a building, a super-sized hall of mirrors, a myriad of distorted images… a revolution (duh). perhaps “virtual reality” is the most adequate term. although it may be the next revolution, there is no need to wait for the “patch my senses directly to a 3D simulation wherein buildings are actually data” technology before we start calling the Web what it is: a virtual reality. reality depends on our mind for interpretation anyway, which makes it a very vulnerable concept.


music: “Second Toughest In The Infants” - Underworld
movie: “Ghost In The Shell” – Mamoru Oshii

johnny don't need no mask

..long time, no write..

An unexpected thing happens. Good or, in this case, bad: i mustn’t let anything like that happen ever again. Oddly enough, i have no desire to make a note of the events which occurred on november 20th - worse things have happened. no matter how extraordinary it may seem to me (and everyone i talk to), there’s nothing really special about the whole incident: far more extraordinary things befall people, and they write & sing songs & make movies about them. Ultimately, it’s not the events that count, but the personal experience they induce. The events make their way toward expression through mere passage of time – their impact will reflect itself through everyday life and my relationship with other people (and myself). This is because i can not stay the same after my face had been cut by a broken bottle; i couldn’t go on unchanged try as i may. The fighting & the cutting, bleeding excessively, driving in an ambulance, having to endure the stitching by a half-asleep doctor who, as i later realized, did an appallingly lousy job; wandering around the hospital, having half of my face under bandages for two weeks & dealing with scars in the months to come, endless explanations to everyone i know and don’t know about what happened to me, all of that has absolutely no extraordinary quality to it. The way these things affect me and people around me, however, might be of some interest. just wait and see, as you always do..

..and yes, i had it coming…

music: "Surfer Rosa" - The Pixies
movie: "Run Lola Run" - Tom Tykwer