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“My lack of courage…”

This is one of the gummed labels from the Vietnam War-era “night raiders” that I wrote about in a previous post.  It seems fitting after the recent tragedy in Newtown, CT.


College Art Association annual conference presentation, tomorrow!

The title of my paper is “WTF.  It’s Only A Sticker.”

Less talk. More color.

La La La Human Steps

Couldn’t make it tonight to the La La La Human Steps dance performance at the NAC in Ottawa, which is so disappointing.  I signed up for the NAC series this past year esp. to see La La La Human Steps.  Edouard Lock and Mark Morris are my two favorite choreographers, and La La La’s Human Sex is one of the most riveting videos I’ve come across.  (I’ve never seen the piece performed live, unfortunately).  I was able to attend a performance at the NAC by Louise Lacavalier last fall, though – Locke’s principle dancer.  Phenomenal.

When I worked at the Artists Foundation in Boston, we showed Human Sex along with a work by Eiko and Koma, among others.  I’ll find their video.  It was a beautiful underwater piece.

Hmm, nope, sorry, sweetie.

Kitty is pretty darned tired and parched after riding around Berlin on a rented bicycle for the past couple of days.  At the end of each day, I say to myself, “This is the last sticker!  Keep riding!”

And then on my way back to the hotel yesterday, I rode past a sticker that said “Unverschämtheit!  Nazizombies auf den Straßen?  Tote haben nicht zu laufen.”

Screetch!  Pull over.

My fancy high-end Mac F12 translator (ha, kidding) indicates that it means “Insolence!  Nazizombies on the roads?  Dead do not have to run.”

Hard to pass by that one.  This happens all day long.  “I’m done,” I declare.  And the stickers respond, “Hmm, nope, sorry, sweetie.”

I went back to the anarchy bookstore (as I call it) in Kreuzberg yesterday afternoon.  It’s one of the strangest places I’ve ever been to.  Not overly scary.  Just out there.  My Dad would not be happy to read this.  I’ve done worse, tho, Dad, so don’t worry.

The walls inside at the anarchy bookstore are crawling with black hoodies, T-shirts, and ninja masks.  That’s the best way to describe it.  Very dark and claustrophobic.  Punk teenagers go there to buy stuff for the antifa protests, I guess, based on the few young boys who came in while I was there, and seeing what they bought.  Punks here in Berlin these days are unlike U.S. punks, and regardless, with my light green skort and J-41 sport shoes, I was certainly unlike anything they’ve seen there before.  Cultures, collide!

As I entered the store, the owner/manager said something to me in German, and I said, “stickers, aufkleber,” and he let me inside.  In one corner crammed full of stuff, there were boxes of antifa stickers.  I worked my way in and thought, “There is not a single human being who knows where I am right now.”  Sometimes, that’s alarming.  Sometimes, it’s comforting.

The person who runs the shop is handicapped, I believe, possibly from an accident.  He was outside in a wheelchair when I got there and then all of a sudden appeared next to me inside trying to get up to a scrap of rug where he sits and runs everything.  “Ten cents a sticker,” he said.

I selected about 40 or so, with a few dupes for friends.  At the time, the man was talking to one of the young punks and then started singing as loudly as he could, making up sounds and words that made no apparent sense.  He was trying to get my attention.  I kept my face buried in the box of antifa stickers.  I finally went to pay for the stickers and must have said something in French, b/c the guy then started speaking in fluent French.  When I asked, he said he knew five different languages (and probably more, given what I had witnessed).  It was surreal.  I give the guy a lot of credit, though.  I also gave him my business card.

I’ve been to this anarchy bookstore three times, and each time, it reminds me of the scene in “Apocalypse Now,” in which Marlon Brando sits in a dark pool of water, affected yet disaffected by what is going on around him.

More to follow tomorrow.  Kit Kat is off to sleep.


Japan. the United States. Canada.

MSNBC’s Rachel Maddow has been doing a fine job explaining what’s happening at Japan’s Fukushima Daiichi nuclear facility.  It’s all confusing, for sure, but her coverage has been helpful to make sense of the grave problems there – that seawater can’t keep the spent fuel pools cool enough and that the fuel rods themselves might very well overheat and melt down.  What was striking tonight, tho, in contrast, was to see and hear Canada’s CBC coverage, which focused on the workers who are keeping the plant in operation and the tens or more likely hundreds of thousands others who have been evacuated or remain homeless.  Heartbreaking.

US coverage, at least tonight, was about industry.  Canada’s was about people (including advertising on both sides of the border).

Something ugly

“There’s still plenty of time for something ugly to happen, and everybody knows how thin is the line separating patriotism, which is a pride that seeks no enemies, and nationalism, which does.”  (From an article in The New York Times, “Europa: World Cup and politics, violence and friendship,” by Richard Bernstein, June 15, 2006.)

It’s pretty quiet out there.  Nothing – not a whisper – from Glenn Beck.  Sarah Palin’s “Take Back the 20” Web site has been scrubbed.  Even FB rests tonight.

SK on the DL this week.

Keepin’ it safe on the DL.  More next week.


That previous post was a little rude.  I’ll be more polite from here on.  (Those roundworms are scaring me.  Not to mention the other stuff I was watching on TV.)



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December 2022