Agriculture

This week i carried furniture, painted an apartment, made fire and grilled meat. It felt primordially exciting. Jared Diamond in his 'The Third Chimpanzee' writes it's very likely that hunter-gatherers lived happier lives. Paleopathology shows, that they had a better diet, fewer diseases and healthier teeth. A few 'primitive' tribes that exit today have a working load (hunting and gathering) of about 20 hours per week, something barely attainable for an average westerner.

Hey Cool Kid

One has to habituate to certain music but I never knew it could happen without any involvement on my part (i.e. Sartrean free will exercise). I've watched a 'Hey Cool Kid' music video by Cloud Nothings at p4k a few months ago. I thought it was shit and forgot about it. Then a few days ago it started playing in my head and I had to listen to that 'Hey Cool Kid' again. When i did I already liked it. Cloud Nothings, nice guy.

Războinici de la Pankow

By now everyone is pretty much comfortable with each other and friendships start sprouting. I love this place for the amount of pseudo-intellectual bullshit conversations we can do in a day. Funny but also stimulates the memory. What we've got the most of is pseudo-clans and bullshit theories.

Members of all the following pseudo-clans is a loosely related group of all and the same individuals including many Romanians, a Polish guy, a Turkish guy, moi, and who ever else we feel like including these days. Pankow Warriors is a band of nonconformist anarchist renegades wearing cheap sun glasses from a euro store. Pankow Patrol are their antagonists, organized, cold and always ready to use force to instill order. Waldstrasse Boys is mostly just Ionut and Milan singing cheesy stream of consciousness love songs on the spot (seems to be disbanded as of now). Mayakowski Circle is more serious, a small group with a Marxist skew, devoted to writing manifestos and thinking about class struggle. For very obvious reasons we also have Checkpoint Zoltan in front of 15.

Bioehics

My Polish friend told me the other day - and he is a no gullible obscurantist of any sort so I tend to trust him - that people who die in all sorts of car accidents lose their shoes. Symbolically (and otherwise), shoes may stand for civilization and the loss of them by death negating whatever we have or will come up with culturally.