Call me a bit obsessed, but ever since I started watching Twin Peaks again (oh my, it’s almost twenty years ago now since it aired for the first time), I’m more and more conviced that almost every actor of this absolutely brilliant TV series by Mark Frost and David Lynch has an after-fame life not a little bit less interesting.
This may be old news for you, but I’m still thrilled that I actually found out about actress Sherilyn Fenn’s weblog “Postcards From The Ledge”.
“Sherilyn… who?” you may ask.
Fenn played Audrey Horne, the weird yet incredibly smart and beautiful daughter of Benjamin Horne, owner of One Eyed Jack’s and the Great Northern Hotel. Apparently with Twin Peaks Sherilyn Fenn reached the climax of her career as an actress. Even though she’s still in business, she actually rarely made to the big screen. Which is in no way to say that being on a mainstream blockbuster says anything about acting skills. It’s just interesting to note that a major talent like her somehow got stuck in random TV show episodes, with CSI and Gilmore Girls being the most famous. Stuck in the middle of something, somewhere, somehow.
I have been on a self imposed sabbatical…from technology, from life in some ways. I often times feel the need to do this. It is not calculated or planned at all. It just happens. I must also admit that drinking wine and smoking pot play a part.
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I have learned so much from doing this blog. Especially from the comments and responses to it. After years of hiding and trying to be pretty, smart, famous…… I have never been more seen, heard and accepted. As I expose all my warts as honestly as I can. What an amazing verification. And how it flies in the faces of all that other bullshit. It is a sad when ones life is built with a house of cards. I build mine now brick by brick. I fear not the big bad wolf anymore, my house is almost complete.
What’s striking to me is that even though it’s totally obviously out of context and without any references to anything but personal matters, this diary entry could also have been written by You-Know-Who. It’s must be a nightmare to be constantly mistaken for a role one has played twenty years ago. And still –
No, neither is thiswasteland.org dead, nor is your fellow host.
Though it might sometimes feel like the world is coming down on me and you and on those, I basically don’t care too much about.
Still, I guess it’s time to rethink everything. And if I say everything, I actually mean it. Thinking takes time. At least for me as I’m a faithful believer in deep thinking. And that’s exactly what I’m currently doing: Taking my time to think things over. Food for thought: what’s up with this blogging thing anyway? I mean, what do I want to write about and where? And why? And in what kind of layout, surrounding, environment, and state of mind? And for whom? Do I have to care for a target audience or do I simply dismiss it, since it doesn’t matter anyway?
But it does matter, it always does, and you know that by heart. Deep inside. So maybe let’s stop presenting, start pretending. Or vice versa. The owls and waiters are obviously not what they seem. When I started writing in public, way back around the millenium, I had an agenda. Consider this former agenda over/fulfilled/rendered to crap. People don’t, but interests change, and some of them actually are interesting enough to talk about – but maybe not here. Anyway, as stated: Thinking is complex and takes time.
Meanwhile: Think for yourself. Watch more porn. Listen to music that let your ears bleed. Question everything. Resist. Revolt. Repent. Quit your dayjob. Get a handjob. Then, burn cars. And pray for Richard Ramirez.
Propaganda bezeichnet einen absichtlichen und systematischen Versuch, Sichtweisen zu formen, Erkenntnisse zu manipulieren und Verhalten zu steuern, zum Zwecke der Erzeugung einer vom Propagandisten erwünschten Reaktion.[1] Der Begriff „Propaganda“ wird vor allem in politischen Zusammenhängen benutzt; in wirtschaftlichen spricht man eher von „Werbung“, in religiösen von „Missionierung“.
Long portrait of Graciella Longoria, on the first anniversary of her father’s death in a car accident.
Low. Life.
Soundtrack: Xiu Xiu’s brilliant take on “All we ever wanted was everything”.
Black Irish Girl Test
“The tingle in your crotch and the flutter in your heart are revolutionary acts. They are the first shots fired at the Bastille. They are the match that burns the flag. They are levers that can be used to control you, or levers you can use to control the world.” Link
Wer die fünfte gedruckte Ausgabe des Magazins HATE noch immer nicht in die Finger bekommen hat, wird es wohl auch nicht mehr kann sich nun wenigstens das PDF hier anschauen. Ich empfehle das sogar, wenngleich ich auch die vorige Ausgabe inhaltlich stärker fand. Immerhin: “Mit Slavoj Žižek in der kommunistischen Theoriediskothek” von Sami Kahtib ist sehr lesenswert, ebenso “Auf deiner Ecstasy ist ein Hakenkreuz” von Linus Volkmann. Und, diese Randbemerkung sei hier gestattet, eine mittelmäßige Hate-Nummer ist immer noch weitaus besser als eine bemüht-gute Ausgabe von Opak.
Die Hefttypischen Hass-Postkarten am Ende einer jeden Ausgabe sind auch diesmal wieder dabei, aber leider derart weggestaltet, dass selbst ich, der eine davon geschrieben hat, etwas ratlos zurückbleibt. Schön, dass sie auf der HATE-Website noch einmal nachzulesen sind:
Auf den Weg ins 22. Jahrhundert zugelassene Parolen:
Den faulen Frieden verteidigen!
Die notwendige Askese des politischen und sozialen Kampfes mit dem Horizont des ungehemmten Amüsements verbinden!
Den dicken Katzen unbedingt vom Sofa helfen, um allen anderen den Platz darauf zum fläzen zu verschaffen!
Auch das bislang Undenkbare in einer neu begründeten kommunistischen Perspektive denken!
Freiheit für alle politischen Gefangenen!
Anders tätig sein, anders leben! Jetzt, Morgen, Übermorgen, in der nächsten Woche!
Da sein, wo die Musik spielt!
Der Kampf für ein besseres und glückliches Leben ist einfach genau das, was Autonome sozial, kulturell und politisch schon immer beansprucht haben zu sein: unsterblich!
