Time for a new catch of the week. This time it is one of my older favorites: Japander.com. It shows clips of western “stars” in Japanese advertising. Arnold doing soup-ads is still … yes, it is not everybody’s kind of humor, but I like it. Some of these clips are shrill. I did not visit it since I moved to this apartment, because I still don’t got my speakers fixed. (It’s a software-problem, can not get the vintage drivers …) They will move their stuff to Youtube, but I guess it will take some time.
Semester starts with might – things have to be organized, I even managed to find my way into the “Virtual Campus” – a friendly student is to clean up all the traces I left: To find out what happens, you have to click any possible function – it’s a kind of fool’s test … they deserve it, they gave me access, ha!
Another expedition into the countryside is necessary on Wednesday, after that I should have everything together for an other happy American client … and be able to send a happy billing along.
Now I have to read a paper from last semester, a young man wrote about Foucault, heavy thinking is imminent. Yes, it’s time to turn back to the library, nulla salus extra bibliothecam. Seminar this winter on Thursday in the morning at nine – unbelievable: I must have been totally drunk when I accepted that appointment.
Am a bit shakey. Got up much too early, spent the morning working with my old customer on a text. Afternoon driving to a remote village reading church-books. Both successfull works.
Circa one hour ago I received a phonecall by my oldest friend who told my that a common very good friend died on Saturday. Funeral on Wednesday 1400. It feels like a brother lost.
The man I met in the morning is in his 96th year on earth, my friend died one month after his 48th birthday.
All is arbitrary.
I do not dream very much, at least I am happy that I do not remember my dreams. Sometimes in the hours “in between”, between sleeping and being fully awake, film-sequences run before my inner eye.
This morning I found myself in the head of a man. He had his eyes shut and it was quiet. He opened his eyes and I was also looking through them. He was standing on a market-place in some oriental country – Pakistan, India, Bangladesh? The scene reminded me of a picture by Siddhart Jain. The man felt a tremendous joy as he looked over the crowd, like an ocean of life. He spread his arms like he would embrace the whole world. A young man stood before him and looked in his eyes. The man made a gesture like embracing the young man, moved his hands up besides the younger man’s body. He made a wiping gesture above the younger’s head-chakra, gently tipped against the younger’s neck. The young man made an exstatic noise, laid his head back and opened his mouth. A tiny white cloud came out, flew to the sky and gently dispersed, his body collapsed. The older man smiled, gently greeted the small white cloud and closed his eyes. I stood beside him. The sequence ended in silence as it started.
I do not know what to make with that. Probably nothing. It could be used as the opening sequence of a kind of game or a very weired picture.