KW43/24

The steam emerging the teamug rose in front of me like a blank canvas, forcefully awaiting treatment: 
If it is key to success/creative flow, to break the emptiness of the white space, there are in theory two approaches (besides fainting) to deal with the "issue"

One: "Start without thinking" and just put a stroke or a letter a sound (on it)...  
Two: "Draft the picture" and create a mockup before picking up any tool at all, reminding yourself of the result, you wants to achieve. 

Of course, the decision in favour of one of the two approaches presupposes that one finds the time to prepare a nice cup of tea and consume it, surrounded by nature if possible. 

In fact, I miss silence, greenery, air ...I just want to connect with nature, observing the rivulets of raindrops, gaze at a night sky - syncing myself with a rhythm older than time.
Instead the only nature I'm lately facing are "Gebirgsmassive" massifs of tasks, forcing me to check every piece of information simply for its usability and profit. "Ist das prüfungrelevant?" scheint die bedeutendste Frage neben "Und was verdient man da?" zu sein.

KW 42/24

 42-24-42-24-42-24, Streichquadrate, Sprecherziehung td, tl, td, tl, td, ... - trying to gain control over my limping tongue... rrrrroll it. The "R" as in BRRRRRR.
It's one thing learning in theory how things get done, its another to actually DO them.

The first week of university studies lies behind me and the amount of (new) data I've been confronted with has been quite overwhelming.

Looking back at it, it  feels as if my body s been exposed/made available/opened as a cast for pouring" vast amounts of "data-dough" for the first in my life.
The accumulation of knowledge... Teigige Masse in mein Körperbehältnis...
Gosh, U r glowing! Am I?

a week of tons new input lies behind me. Input, der wie auf einer frisch formatierten Festplatte, werde ich plötzlich mit Daten bespielt, die mich zwar umgeben haben, aber noch nie zuvor hängengeblieben sind.

The simplest subject (molehile) could be interesting, entertaining, blown up to a mountain really...if one approaches it with time and spirit. One spark makes all the difference and is likely to transmit to the audience, lifting veils of eyes and make people see things differently.

 the universe and how it all hangs together..the imaginary, the symbolic and the real...

Gedanken, Beobachtungen wahrnehmen, schreibend in Worte zu fassen, Aussprache/ Intonation...,
das Ausdrucksvermögen..um sein Gegenüber zu erreichen..DIskurs(analyse, Foucault)/ was ist normal/abnormal, Themen mit hoher gesllschaftl. Relevanz oder Sprengkraft, weil es immer um Macht oder WIssen geht. 

KW 41/24

Not even 11 weeks left until x-mess and followed by the end of the year bar, before looping back to another beginning. Is it time for a review yet?  Cleaning up the track? Yes? No? or Why even bother? What should be kept? What tossed? 
Torn as always. Sittin in between a heap of material. All these random thoughts accumulated. May I even call these "thoughts"? Or are they actually an insult to the term? As my thinking can hardly be considered an analytical problem solving approach.
I m following my stream of (sub)conscious Un_conscious - ness / essary to survive: Black board, White-bored,  Visionboard, Soundscape, ... Toothpaste, Tastebuds.... Fragments of undefined matter hovering in space. Lightyears away. No context, no destination. Like Drone tones (half step, syllables) in mid air. stratosphere.

U should be keepin' track of ur...habit(s), (bit)ch!
duties, rhythm, water...structure, u know?! there are two syllables in water and three in inferno (but just one in hell)

Leute wie gebrochene Akkorde. schlaffe Arpeggien in beige/ Grauschleier. Stock Footage, Image Bank, farblos, eindimensional  leblos stuffing the contents of their lunch containers into their oral cavities

original, authentic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiOhtgR1T0k

KW 40/24

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