THE HUMAN CONDITION
MAY 31, 2006 11:01 AM

A few years ago I had a university job at a place called "The Family Owned Business Institute" (F.O.B.I.). My job was to fill the institute's database with articles related to the wide field of family-run enterprise. I was always in a terrible, cubicle-induced state of boredom and estrangement. But I needed the money. Thus I discovered the internet as a way to pass time. You can still find this entry in the database:


Nina Franz, "Taking the 'Work' Out of 'Work-Time'", Money Talks, 15, 3, March, 2001, pp. 5 - 6

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HINDENBURG'S ISLAND
MAY 29, 2006 7:55 AM

CargoLifter

Two days ago my friend and me wanted to take a day trip to the Spreewald. We never found the Wald, but we found something grander. This structure is the largest self-supporting dome in the world. It was designed as a manufactory for the "CargoLifter" a "super heavy lift cargo air ship"-zeppelin, the largest zeppelin ever to be built, which was never implemented because "CargoLifter" went bankrupt. The hangar explodes all sense of proportion, scale and space as it shows up out of nowhere in the rural landscape when you take the highway south from Berlin. A Malaysian investor has taken to the project a few years ago, and turned it into a place called "Tropical Islands." It's a futuristic dream straight out of a science fiction novel, it has UTOPIA written all over it. When you enter, all Jules Verne movies you have seen as a child on sleepy sunday afternoons come back in a muddled déjà vu and you expect to see flocks of paper maché dinosaurs moving about in the distance. The temperature inside is a pleasant perceived 30 Celcius, and it's very hazy, which adds to the sensation that this cannot be real. Except it's real. There is real tropical flora and fauna (run-away turtles, guppies), and real East-Germans in bathing suits playing beach volley ball and lounging in deck chairs, drinking mojitos while the artificial lighting is making them look tan under a sky of glass and steel. There is a hot air balloon going up and down for visitors to get a scenic view, and you can bring your tent and camp on the "beach."
Or maybe it is a large-scale social experiment. Bus loads of retirees can be seen at the entrance, but everyone inside is young. I'm suspicious, none of my friends or anyone else I ask in the city seems to ever have heard of it. What are they preparing for? Is this the future?

Tropical Islands

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TRIBAL SYNTHS
MAY 23, 2006 2:58 AM

Boredoms.
......Boredoms .....
......Boredoms....

I'm not someone to write about music. But sometimes I wish I was.
I would write, "The Boredoms show was amazing."

Life-changing. Best thing I ever seen.

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NICO
MAY 11, 2006 10:11 AM

Nico

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LATEST UPDATE ON THE FERNSEHTURM-VOLKSPALAST CONTROVERSY.
MAY 8, 2006 4:01 PM

Recent Update

there it goes.

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VOYEURS OR WALKERS
MAY 6, 2006 6:34 PM

Tiergarten

Walking in the Tiergarten in early May is to be stepping in the footsteps of the most romantic of social theoreticians: Les flaneurs. Walkers, "..whose bodies follow the thicks and thins of an urban text they write without being able to read it. The paths that correspond in this intertwining, unrecognized poems in which each body is an element signed by many others, elude legibility" (de Certeau). It is also a veritable feast of greens and sweet smells for a child of the countryside that has lost her heart to the city, and a bit of a sadistic joke for one inflicted with hay fever.
The confusion of sense and feeling, brought about by aimless wandering in the city, may be called a "poetic and mythic experience of space," if I trust the theory, and ends up, aber hallo, in the street named after the guy who wrote the Critique of Judgment.


tiergarten2.

*Tiergarten is not the best place to make observations, like those great walkers of the past, about other people's fashion sense. Some Berliners like to rid themselves publicly of their clothes once they see a patch of grass and a pond.

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