I am mere days before launching a round trip to the States, Canada and England. While there is going to be some exciting stuff happening during the next month, I also leave with mixed feelings. Mostly because of the recent accident involving a plane traveling the route Rio de Janeiro – Paris. I am not afraid of the flights or anything (if I would be, I might as well be scared silly of downtown Münster, where my chances to die in a bicycle accident are, statistically speaking, considerably higher than on a plane, in particular as my bike lacks well working breaks). I figure its mostly that I feel a fair amount of empathy for the people on board of the Air France flight; I find my imagination drifting off to construct the last minutes of the people on board of that flight in my minds eyes. As somebody who flies semi frequently, I know that even mean turbulences can be quite scary… for a short moment you realize just how close you are…read more

I Just finished watching Synecdoche, New York, Charlie Kaufmans directing debut. The story (in its bear essence as everything else remains elusive) revolves around a broken theater directory played by Philip Seymour Hoffman, who, left by his wife and daughter, believes to have been struck by some anonymous neurological diseases that threatens to kill him and is granted with a lump sum of money by some foundation, sets out to construct the ultimate theatrical masterpiece. He constructs a life-sized replica of New York in an over sized warehouse at the edge of town. Here, he constructs a mirror image of his own sad life. While I was expecting a strange story line, this movie left me in constant puzzlement; much like standing between two mirrors and trying to figure out where the imagery starts. In many ways, watching “Synecdoche, New York” was like watching a David Lynch movie (of which I dislike …read more

The last weeks had it in them; nothing too unusual, but lots of that (perhaps a tad to much). Work was filling up the hours, day and night, and now after having a day that spawned out in front with a pleasing emptiness, a feel a strange lack of purpose. Your body gets used to anything, be it too little sleep or too high stress levels, and if you break with the rhythm you notice how out of whack things around you have actually gotten. Anyways, I spent most of the day sorting music (something I have been doing intensely when time permits). Today I reached H and realized that I am not even half way through my collection. While this sorting procedure is intended to be fun, it also feels a bit like a chore, a job to be done, with a strong focus on the ultimate goal- the moment of complete order. But as I continue to buy, download and sort, I am actually not moving forward. Today I reached the conclusion that it is not about the goal, but …read more