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Thomas Traum — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 22:53:41 +0000

“Junk is the ultimate merchandise. The junk merchant does not sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to the product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise, he degrades and simplifies the client.”

W S Burroughs

Thomas Traum — Tue, 31 May 2011 21:18:28 +0000

Our transit back and forth across the net is not really in pursuit of an object of desire, but for the intransitive sensation of going. More primal and basic than desire, drive is associated with repetition and regression: it’s not the quest for the (impossible) object that will fill lack, but a kind of enactment of loss itself.

http://www.cubecinema.com/bioskop/2011/05/oversharing/

Outkast – E.T. (Extraterrestrial)

Thomas Traum — Sat, 16 May 2009 16:28:27 +0000

Big Boi:

Peep what I say
Everyday--the sun sets just like clockwork
Put the glock to work
And puttin the body to standstlls
Man it kills me
Taking that life is like taking a shit
Hit or miss--niggas are playing God
Trying to rob and steal
That's why ya gotta guard ya grill
Like a barbecue--cause them harming you
Are just like honeybees swarming you
Vocally arming you was my responsibility
It's killing me--thinking that all these niggas
See they fly shit--thinking they steven segall an
Balling--falling to the wayside when ya try to call
I've fallen--when we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects
But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex
They get the tecs to flex--like solo for tha lo-lo
Smoke same thing no-no--not this time
Niggas around my way can rhyme
So fuck that country shit--we done a bunch of shit
And yes ya heard of this--out of this world like E.T.
Coming across ya T.V.
Extraterrestrial--straight from ATL.

(Know what I'm saying--Like that--Yeah)

Chorus:

Out of this world
Are you alien?
(repeat 3x)

Out of this world.......

Andre:

Right now I'm smiling
Taking advantage of this moment
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you
I may appear to be your average joe
But little do you know
that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life
Despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch--that being heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box
Why?--Cause in a sense
See we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings
Head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale
they want to sing--keeping this thing alive
To the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial

(Out of this world--Things like that--Yo)

Chorus

To remember or read daily

Thomas Traum — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 13:01:29 +0000

“- Mache Dir ein Bild vom Problem und der Lösung, entwickle einen Zukunftspfad, den Du regelmäßig analysierst
- Teile das Problem sachgerecht in Unterprobleme, entwickle dafür konkrete Lösungsansätze
- Denke mittel- und langfristig, schließe von daher rück auf den kurzfristigen Handlungsbedarf
- Gewinne die öffentliche Meinungsmacht
- Baue Druck auf, aber bleibe flexibel.
Handle immer so, dass Deine Kontrahenten mehr Angst haben, sich mit Dir zu streiten, als nachzugeben
- Achte darauf, den Gesichtsverlust Deiner Gegner zu begrenzen
- Lass Dich durch Niederlagen nicht bekümmern
- Verfolge unerbittlich Deine Ziele
- Nutze die Waffe des Wortes
- Sei stets zuverlässig und berechenbar
- Habe Humor und zeige ihn auch.“

A few ‘rules’ by Thilo Sarrazin taken from this Article

Great Interview with Alber Oehlen

Thomas Traum — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 16:56:48 +0000

A few gems in there:

http://www.interviewmagazine.com/art/albert-oehlen/

James Jebbia is Supreme – Interview Magazine

Thomas Traum — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 04:06:35 +0000

Great Interview with the man behind Supreme: James Jebbia is Supreme – Interview Magazine.

Something they did with one of my favorite bands:

A pick from their upcoming collection:
http://hypebeast.com/2009/02/supreme-2009-springsummer-collection/

Omar-S lays down the law again

Thomas Traum — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 15:43:11 +0000

Interview of the year:

RA: Omar-S: The further you look, the more you see – Feature / Interview.

Brad Troemel is on a roll:

Thomas Traum — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 02:22:17 +0000

Post 1:

PARTY PHOTOGS: DON’T COME TO PRIVATE PARTIES. IF PEOPLE IN CHICAGO WANT THEIR PICTURES TAKEN BY STRANGERS THEY’LL GO TO DEBONAIR THE SOCIAL CLUB OR THE EVIL OLIVES OR CROBAR OR SOMETHING. EXISTING IN A SPACE IS DIFFERENT FROM EXPERIENCING OR INTERACTING WITHIN THAT SPACE, AND PHOTOGRAPHY DOESN’T GIVE YOU SOCIAL IMMUNITY. IF YOU RUN SOME KIND OF BLOG THAT SHOWS PICTURES FROM ALL THE COOL PARTIES YOU GO TO WITH PEOPLE YOU DON’T KNOW AND THE PEOPLE EVENTUALLY FEEL AS THOUGH YOU’RE A MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE BENT ON EQUATING YOUR DEPICTION OF OTHER HUMANS WITH THEIR APPROVAL OF YOU, DON’T BE SURPRISED IF THEY EVENTUALLY TIRE OF YOUR INTRUSIVE ACTIONS AND SHOW DISAPPROVAL. I GO TO PRIVATE PARTIES BECAUSE I WANT JUST THAT- PRIVACY. YOUR INVITATION TO A PRIVATE PARTY IS NOT AN INVITATION TO TREAT IT AS A PUBLIC SPACE- YOU ARE INVITED AS A PERSON ALONE, NOT A PERSON WHO’S PAID TO PHOTOGRAPH.

PARTY PHOTOGS: NOT EVERY SKATE SESSION NEEDS A FILMER. NOT EVERY PARTY NEEDS A PHOTOGRAPHER. I’M HAPPY WITH MY MEMORIES. I’M HAPPY WITH PEOPLE I KNOW TAKING MY PICTURE. I’M JUST AS HAPPY WITH STORIES AS I AM WITH PICTURES. I DON’T NEED STRANGERS TO TELL ME HOW MY NIGHT WAS. LEAVE ME ALONE.

http://bradtroemel.blogspot.com/2008/09/re-saturday-night-party-photog-incident.html

Post 2:

Some interesting quotes:

http://bradtroemel.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-case-you-didnt-read-adbusters-this.html

Mobb Depp – More Trife Life

Thomas Traum — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 01:14:26 +0000

A rainy day layed up thinkin
Sitting gettin bent
Watchin old seventy flicks
Minds on the slouch
Back on the couch
Heard the phone ring
It was a shorty from uptown I met back day.
Long time no hear from
No doubt long time no see
I heard you had a seed a baby girl and now she 3.
Whats up wit that cat
You know who your baby pops
Slung rocks up top then heard he got knocked
He home
Fuck dat nigga I’m on my own
Matter fact got my own crib
Plus Im all alone
Word?
The bitch is bad
Chill son she got me tempted
Reminiscing the fatty
Jumped in the ride I rented
rest Tims
Mecca dice well presented
Sippin E & J straight
Was bent when I entered
Gave her a hug
Stared her straight into her mug
She aint shes a bithch back then and now its bugged
Turned the VCR on
Friday, my favorite flick
Its hard for me to drink Alize I take a sip
Got into convo, How you been over the years?
Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
Im not talkin about him
Another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him — Word?
Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him
Now thinks its a setup
Could it be or maybe not.
She said dont sweat it he dont got the top lock
Tried to play it cool. But in my head shorties wildin
Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas.
Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was
with Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz
Let me begin then explain
Im at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed
Stuck without a gat
Now prepare for combat,
Gave the address, told my son theres more cats be here in a second
Big gats no half steppin
They flippin on me talkin bout I never learn my lesson
I laughed an additional hit them with the math
Hung up the jack, While shorty soaked in the bath.
Played the living room.
Dozed off for a second.
When I woke up shorty was standing ass naked.
Make moves stepped to the room.
All this bullshit pussy better be good
Through off my champion hood
Slow motion
All arm bent off the potion
Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open
It was over Laid up in the cut
I heard a thump
Jumped up threw on my boxers
Yo, What the fuck?
All of a sudden
I saw this black motherfucker with this big ass gat and two other
motherfuckers
Black masks, Clutching duct tape no escape
Tied me up, smacked me all in my face
Shorty wasnt even screamin
Looked up saw ‘em schemin
“Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this”
All bloodied up, shook the fuck up
Held for ransom, they yelled, smiled and started dancin
Let them know they had me hostage
Threw me on the phone said son
Dont worry son we got this
Regardless of the outcome
All this bullshit
Take a nigga word
Dont never go see a bitch, word

William Morris «Art and Its Producers»

Thomas Traum — Sat, 17 May 2008 09:32:59 +0000

“To own the means of production is the only way for a designer/workman to gain back pleasure in work, and this, in return, is considered as a prerequisite for the production of (applied) art and beauty.”

(I guess this is somewhat a manifesto encouraging coding your own tools)