Uuuh. Painting, indeed. Nina Kluth.
„I deal with second-hand images and first-hand experiences“
Vieles, was ich eigentlich hier im Weblog machen wollte, findet mittlerweile in meinem Furl-Archiv statt. Immerhin kann man meine jüngsten Furl-Einträge jetzt rechts einsehen. Ich empfehle, dort gelegentlich vorbeizuschauen.
She translated the first chapters for me. Through Skype and across the Globe, the story of a young female journalist visiting the Holy Land, a love story strangely opening in sad retrospect in some nondescript hotel room in Hamburg – a location that could be strongly related to the start of a completely new story.
The laundrette is always a stretto.
For a long time I’ve contemplated writing a declaration of love to Stefan Knecht for his crass but involuntary disruptions to the mannerisms of Peter Praschl over at the Sofa Blogger. Now that Knecht has ultimately turned to simply copying Spiegel Online’s everyday headlines he’s forfeited my love.
(Although I still belong to the few who sometimes find Praschl’s very own disruptions equally annoying.)