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Poets

It happened at a poetry slam evening in a venue full of mostly young people who were ready to jump on the stage and declaim verses, words close to their hearts. More seasoned slamming poets were also present and, I assume, at least a few were willing to go up... [Read More]

Customer Support

I had an hour to spare until my next appointment and decided to spend it in the cafe of a museum nearby, a place which is usually very little frequented, at least during those afternoon hours when it’s either too late or too early to do anything. I had enough... [Read More]

Darth Vader

The kid is riding another Star Wars wave these days. They come and go, these waves, feeding on the colorful books he collected, detailing the multitude of future, non-existent worlds. He tells me about what kind of beings or robots are better suited for what kind of jobs, how their... [Read More]

Sound Field

I left the recorder on for almost an hour last night while at the KHM, at the Rothko exhibition. With the exception of an alarm (that lasted for a few seconds after it went off when somebody got too close to a canvas) and the sound of very faint, almost... [Read More]

Mixing Grace

There is this picture of Grace Jones taken by Jean-Paul Goude: Except that it is not a picture, but a composite image — lots of shots molded into one in order to produce this almost impossible pose. It became popular. It went around the world. I didn’t know much about... [Read More]

Chou-Chou

across the street there is a fashion store whose golden days, however, seem to lie somewhere in the past. perhaps that’s why the owner, an older lady, isn’t the cheeriest of people. she also has a short temper and is strongly opinionated. some people left e-scooters in front of her... [Read More]

I like that you exist

outside the shop, on the sidewalk, there are three men in dark-blue suits discussing where to go for lunch. i watch them. i look at how they almost radiate physical fitness and self-confidence and even condescendence. i drink my coffee from a tiny white cup, thinking i will never have... [Read More]

Cheers

a rainy morning. just the two of us at the bus station. not for long though — a neighbor’s kid walked towards us, slowly, enjoying the raindrops. or maybe he was just still sleepy? as soon as we spotted him, we sucked in our tummies, stood as straight as we... [Read More]

Pain

everyone in the underground looks tired this rainy evening. two men next to me talk about photography. or that’s what i think they discuss — i can’t hear them well enough. exposure comes up, as well as light. one of them has a DSLR hanging around his neck, his right... [Read More]

At Night

was in a tram last night, going home. at one station, a bunch of French seniors got in; 20-30 of them. all smiling and shouting “Dominique,” for some reason. when the tram departed, rather abruptly, they all let out a”whoosh” sound while being catapulted about a meter towards the back,... [Read More]

NHM

I am glad that I can take R to museums. He’s just an 8 year-old boy interested in Lego and stories and fishing (though he never tried that just yet) but, with a bit of luck, he plays along and I can take him to exhibitions in art museums. The... [Read More]

Five Senses

She was American. Over seventy, I think. She came to this city for her son’s wedding which took place over the weekend. Now, Monday, she felt tired and thought she wouldn’t really want to talk — just hang around and look at the people. But then, slowly, we actually became... [Read More]

Pont-l'Évêque

We were in Normandy for almost a week already. That day we drove to Étretat and spent a few hours there, going up the hill with the church on top and enjoying the view. The sky was overcast but it didn’t rain. We walked around, through tall grasses, peeking at... [Read More]

Haludovo Hotel

A while ago I listened to a podcast about how kids and teenagers spend their time when they are alone, without adults. There were three stories: The Land, the Tracks and Heyoon. I could add another one to the list - the Haludovo Hotel on the island Krk in Croatia.... [Read More]

Roots

Spring seems to have finally arrived. I think I can say this now. After all, it’s mid April already. Just a month ago it was so cold that I felt even words would freeze if spoken. The world was nothing but a gray and dry mass (with a hint of... [Read More]

2017 - Taking Stock

Last thing I did in 2017 was going to a show in Salzburg. It was advertised as a… circus. But… it wasn’t, really. It was more like theater. Silent theater. The show begins with people coming up on the stage, barefoot and in street clothes. Your usual trousers, short skirts,... [Read More]

Words

R started school this year. Just a few weeks went by but he’s already devouring (mostly unconsciously) whatever is being thrown at him. He scribbles away in his notebooks and is bragging when he’s happy with the results. “Did you see my 2? Did you see it? I know how... [Read More]

Three men in the mud

We were supposed to be four in a boat but one got sick. We were supposed to be by the sea spending a whole weekend there and getting our motor boat driving licences, because… why not? - we are the cool daddies aren’t we? I mean really, our kids would’ve... [Read More]

The Ultimate Technological Sublime

The Ultimate Technological Sublime Gabriel Furmuzachi Abstract: We are interested here in a short philosophical analysis of teleportation which, we consider, constitutes the ultimate greatness of technology. The teleportation experiment is used in philosophy usually in connection with discussions about identity: for example, if the person who leaves from point... [Read More]

Stop That!

Tram nr. 2 crosses Brunnenmarkt, the colorful and loud street market in Ottakring. That’s where the boy got in. His mother was busy on the phone but gestured him to sit in the empty seat right in front of me. He held his steamy kebab with both hands and was... [Read More]

Conversing

At first, I could only hear the sound made by something being dragged on the pavement. Then I saw her and her enormous broken suitcase. She noticed me looking at her and after a couple of seconds of uncertainty she opened the door of the shop and got in. Sorry,... [Read More]

Art

On Bookworm, last night, I’ve had the chance to hear a new name which, I think, will preoccupy me for a while in the next time. Walter Hopps. Dream Colony is a book about him written by the fiction editor of The New Yorker, Deborah Treisman. And now the thing... [Read More]

Frank O'Hara - Today

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! You really are beautiful! Pearls, harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all the stuff they’ve always talked about still makes a poem a surprise! These things are with us every day even on beachheads and biers. They do have meaning. They’re strong as rocks. [1950] [Read More]
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Monuments

The door to the gallery opens abruptly. Two men come in and step determined towards me. Father and son, I thought. The older man is short and has a weasel look on his face. The younger man is tall and fat, with long hair and a double chin. “Monuments?”, asks... [Read More]

Playing with it

It’s been a bit of a struggle but I managed to make this RPi2 work. It runs, albeit a bit slow. I am toying with the idea of buying something more powerful, a small PC, to be used as a multimedia center, web server and sync machine. But I am... [Read More]

Greece... et ailleurs

This is the third week without running. I miss it. Whatever ruptured, inflamed, broke, fissured, fractured, disjointed, cracked… (whatever it was – I am not fond of seeing doctors) looks like it is about to get better. I took my running shoes with me to Greece for the weekend we spent there... [Read More]

Being Mortal

That’s the title of Atul Gawande’s latest book. A best seller on more than one list. A couple of days ago, drawn by Kottke’s sobs on twitter, I watched the PBS documentary too. Gawande leaves the impression of a man who seems to know what he does even if, at times, he claims the... [Read More]

Gerhard Richter Painting

It snows. Violently. If these tiny snowflakes would be as heavy as they are sharp, we’d have a city in ruin. They whirl themselves through the air and stab with their microscopic daggers at buildings, pavement, cars, trees… Nothing is spared. I have this image before my eyes – a young Gerhard... [Read More]

The (art) Dealer

I knew about him but I never met him. I met his brother many times but I somehow managed not to lay eyes on him until today. And here he is: he is as tall as his brother is short and he is as thin as his brother is fat. But... [Read More]

Humboldt, Gauss and... Daft Punk

They have all talked about it. It is a very good book, they said. You have to read it! And I did. Kehlmann’s - Die Vermessung der Welt. Yes, it does a very good job at portraying two great scientists: one running around the world, getting bitten by mosquitoes, crawling... [Read More]

This is not about running!

No, it is not! But it so happens that…. Really, now. The kid was sick yesterday. I stayed home with him. Poor thing. He’s very seldom sick and he does not really know how to deal with it. Throwing up scares him. His whole little body arched stiff above the... [Read More]

So now get up!

“Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help him out. One blow, properly placed, could kill him now.” That is how Wolf Hall begins. And... [Read More]

Running

I’ve never been much of a runner. Just a few months ago I would not have been able to understand why would one be willing to run more than five km at a time. Twenty, thirty min for a run would have been enough. You’d sweat a little, you’d move... [Read More]

Stalling for Time

by Gabriel Furmuzachi (a sketch) Abstract: Carel Fabritius left behind few but important works of art. We are concerned here with the View in Delft, and attempt to make two points about it. The first is that this small painting manages to break away from the classical perception of perspective,... [Read More]

On Words and Things

by Gabriel Furmuzachi (a perspective on the relationship between metaphors and reality) Abstract In this essay, I will critically examine Collin Turbayne and Philip Wheelwright’s approaches to the theory of metaphor. Through criticism of their views I will arrive at Paul Ricoeur’s theory which I consider is the most comprehensive... [Read More]