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A Dictionary of Comicbook Words on Historical Principles (via comm port 122).
the badger meets raffi: ring ring ring bananaphone!
woohoo! BOB LOG III is in the house: 2004.05.13 at chelsea, vienna.
mayday netparade 2004 (via neen today).
"in the future, all political marches should be held like this one, so you dont have to go and listen to the speeches. i am on page 40, row 3, 2nd from the right 'i just want everyone to be happy'" – Steven Schkolne.
link growth.
wicked links over at the sensomatic newsroom, this time from eastern southeast: hardisco, it's everyday, neen today.
but then again: rebol plug-in final beta.
yesterday, i enjoyed the lecture of dimitré dinev reading from his book "engelszungen". very smart and witty guy. just as his spouse who can laugh contagiously.
i have rarely seen an author so suffering during the obligatory musical performance between two chapters. well, it was not the band's fault, a really exquisite liaison of the best bulgarian musicians in viennese exile.
but the female singer was slightly too pretentious in presence, too far out with her movements on stage and often off-key in her tune. with her participation the music became an incredibly elegiac and epic piece of ethnic art-rock, ten to fifteen minutes of frightening mystery of one single bulgarian voice.
we had fun, though, because we imagined she might have a big "weltmeister" tattoo on her back just like the accordion player (we called him "elviš the pelviš") had it branded on his instrument.
the guy on the trumpet ("miloš daviš") was able to play two kinds of brass at the same time just like i can drink from two bottles of beer. and the djembe player impersonated robert de niro with a baseball cap – which led us to imagining a hip hop remake of "the godfather": yo, you ain't got no respect, man!...
what we did not see was f.'s soccer dress of red star belgrade she bought just right there at the official shop and sure will make her look like the commie revision of the black mamba bride.
Hey Crackhead: YOU ARE A CRACKHEAD. WHY DON'T YOU OWN A CRACKPIPE?
KIDDofSPEED: GHOST TOWN – Elena's Motorcyle Ride through Chernobyl (via gozmoz).
what a nightmare. how can this be real? these lost places with all the references, the apocalyptic wormwood, the prometheus statue? who could imagine a more fictitious story?
grafitarji: 16 Graffiti artist from Maribor, Celje and Ljubljana present themselves. Their identity stays anonymous. Graffiti were made directly on the walls in the gallery space. ljubljana International Centre of Graphic Arts, March 23 – May 23 2004.