Archive for February, 2006

Speisestelle

Johannes Grenzfurthner, famous cannibal and vital organ of both the Vienna Metroblog and monochrom, explains the Speisestelle in his own glamorous words, using only a spreadsheet, a picture of an 80s pop icon, a laser pointer and a young socially distored hacker as his tools.)

A long time ago, in a Museumsquartier far away, there was the Project Speis – a weekly meeting by monochrom and friends to watch movies, talk stuff, meet people and eat lots and lots of pizza. Sadly, Project Speis took a decline a few years ago, due to numerous reasons. But now, Project Speis is back, better and greater and more everything than ever! Yay! And if that weren’t enough, the great people at monochrom and Team Teichenberg even threw in the Speisestelle. This could be translated as “feeding place”, I guess, and indeed it feeds information to the hungry masses, for it’s a free wifi hotspot inside the MQ, secured from wind, weather and dreaded sunlight by the strong walls of the Quartier, and elegantly furnished with only the finest in small wooden tables and plastic folding chairs. So, if the phil and Möbel are full, or if you just prefer the wacky, lively, non-consumerist ways of the Museumsquartier, bring your laptop, get a beer (or coke if you’re me), and SURF!

UPDATE: Since YouTube seems to be down, here’s an alternative video link.

Bei Schüssels

Schüssel und Gusenbauer

Maschek are back again! (Maybe you remember them from Dorfers Donnerstalk or last year’sThe Great Television Swindle ?) This time they dedicated their program to our lovely Herr Bundeskanzler: Bei Schüssels. Dr. Schüssel is obviously depicted in form of a doll (crafted by Ana Maria Heigl), along with other wonderful politicians such as Silvio Berlusconi, Angela Merkel and Vladimir Putin.

Yes, Kasperltheater for those that know (how to spell) postfaschistische Demokratie!

Commenting on the content may be a good idea at this point, but to my shame, I have to admit I haven’t visited their show yet. I for one try to think of it as a subversive version of Kasperl und Pezi, with endearing music by Gustav (Sounds like the perfect job for her, don’t you think?)

(After all, it’s most likely to be interesting when derStandard doesn’t like it, and Blumenau does.)

You can catch Maschek in the Rabenhof Theater at 20:00 on the 2-4., 9-11., 21., 22., and 31. of March, as well as 1. and 3-5. of April. I certainly will.

4:30


4:30. niemand realisiert gar nichts. draussen die ersten menschenstimmen und hundegebell. die szenerie wäre eigentlich gar nicht zumutbar. eine ältere frau, tätowiert und magersüchtig, beisst auf ihren lippen herum. traurig ist das, frauen die an ihren lippen herumbeissen und burgenländerwein aus riesenhaften zweiliterflaschen trinken. oh ja, ach stimmt ja … we’re in the mood, der ganze raum riecht schon danach. lass das mal nicht deine sorge sein schreit moni und wälzt sich zurück in ihr büchsenfett. der ganze bierschweiss lässt sie schon pappig erscheinen, obwohl sie bei tageslicht gar nicht mal so übel aussieht. der kellner gibt eine letzte runde vodka aus, alle erbrechen sich überstürzt, und dann geht es nach hause, auf einen neuen tag, freunde der nacht.

Return to sender?

Have you seen the new mail boxes? You know, these silvery grey, horizontal miniatures that look very fragile?

http://vienna.metblogs.com/archives/images/2006/02/mailboxs-thumb.jpg

They mounted the new mailboxes a week and a half ago but I only got to pay attention to them after a boy, a neighbour, insisted on “grabbing” the contents instead of using the key. His mother, perhaps, not having one, scolded the child for behaving so in front of me, a stranger.
I didn’t understand a single word they were talking because it was in Turkish.
Indeed one can just use his bare hands to snip into other people’s mails.
I have learned that these new mail boxes are meant to satisfy the competitors of Austrian Post Office for easy access to bring in more and more advertisements to private household. And to think they don’t even honour the “Bitte Keine Werbung” sticker in front of the door.
Freaking adverts especially if you get the Freedom Party’s nasty propaganda newsletter on the mail. That will send you to the edge and beat your chest why you must pay via tax to let Herr Strache and his cohorts use the money for their nonsense ideology.

–oo–

This is not an advertisement but a reminder that one of my favorite contemporary musicals based on Puccini’s “La Bohème,” “Rent,” starring most of the original Broadway members, will have its Austrian screening on the 9th of June this year. I am curious on what it has to offer.

billa killa



after two and a half years in vienna i prefer “spar” or any market. what about you?

wienafrika


es wäre interessant, von einem stadthistoriker zu erfahren, unter welchen umständen damals – abgesehen davon, das es einfach ein netter job ist, strassen mal so zu benennen – die strassen wiens benannt wurden. vielleicht zu der zeit als sich angelo soleman für das naturhistorische museum ausstopfen liess?
es gibt ja in wien eine ganze anhäufung kurioser bis grotesker strassennamen. man wundert sich nur, wieso bspw. die grandiosen “mohrenköpfe” per gerichtlichem beschluss in “schwedenbomben” umbenannt werden mussten, und nebenbei immer noch solch herzerweichende strassennamen wie “negerlegasse” existieren.

as time goes by


apropos bahnhöfe und beisln, da treibt man sich ja als exilant immer gerne rum, lässt sich in gedanken mittreiben dort.
während wien-mitte noch als bauplanerisches drama bezeichnet wird, ist der praterstern derzeit nichts weiter mehr als brachland in jeglicher beziehung. langsam wird ein schickes glasdach über den dem abbruch geweihten ostblockhafen des alten bahnhofs gezogen. von dem dutzend der einst ansässigen würstelstände in der tramunterführung, die auch gern mal ein vierwochen alten käsekrainer verkauften, ist noch einer da. da gibts leckere feine schweinestelzen. ich war noch nie drin, trotzdem. die berlinstil enklave des flucs verschob sich um einige meter stadtauswärts in den untergrund, sind aber wieder im kommen, heisst am umbauen (eröffnung 1.april).
und da gibt es nämlich noch was, das dorf der unbezwingbaren gallier im hintersten winkel frankreichs. die bluebanana bar. eine mindestens vierhundert jahre alte schwulenbar par excellence mit nacktkalendern an der wand etc, deren einziger gast aber fast konstant immer nur der kellner, der ärmste ist. bis vier uhr morgens, bei minusgraden und zweitklassigem radiosender unter schlechtem empfang. ja, ich geh oft hin, nicht wegen dem filmreifen videozimmerchen im hinterraum mit dem einquadrameter grossen darkraum, oder weil ich auf anonymen cruisersex stehe, sondern weil es auf meinem heimweh liegt und ich ein fan der düsteren unorte bin. auf diesem wege wünsche ich der bluebanana bar ein langes, gesegnetes leben.

Urban Communication

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“I too find it shitty that i drink so much, but it has to be!”
“You are a little bit an ass.”

Best communication ever. Definetely. It made me smile a couple of days ago when i noticed the scribbling at the U6 station Josefstädter Str.
In case you are wondering, yes its really hard to read. Actually i found it easier to read it on the screen than on the wall at the station. One should never use a pencil when doing something like that.

beisl wird CAT


im zuge der in kürze bevorstehenden renovation beziehungsweise neubaus fast sämtlicher wiener bahnhöfe, wurde vor einigen monaten schon mal eine verschalung vor den immer staubiger werdenden, und schon seit urzeiten ausser betrieb genommenen beisln des ehemaligen busbahnhofs im hinterhof des jetzigen verkehrsknotenpunktes wien-mitte angebracht. flugreisende werden jetzt auf grünem teppich empfangen. man will ja ein bild abgeben, sich von dem barbarisch primitiven bild der alten wiener spelunken, wegen welcher unter anderem auch jacques lacan wien immer wieder sehr gerne besuchte, trennen. nojo

They’ve been tired????

Let me tell you a story about Vlad Tepes.
Upon hearing that the noble people started to become his enemies and traitors/pretenders of his weak throne, he duped them by hosting a feast, a faux celebration. The same nobles buried his elder brother Mircea the Great alive.
When they were safely seated, Vlad asked them how many rulers of Wallachia they had outlived. When it was clear that they had something to do with the deaths of his family, immediately Vlad ordered his men to close the doors and windows, and then, all of sudden everybody was arrested. Either they were massacred or forced to do hard labor rebuilding his castle. It was said that some of them who got to live longer worked until their dresses fell off from their skin.
Another story was his attitude toward the poor, the crippled and the vagrants. He was so distraught that their tribes increased and were crowding the streets of Romania. One day he announced that he would invite them for a feast. As the guests began to eat, Vlad appeared before them and asked them what would be their desire in their lifetime.
“What else do you desire? Do you want to be without cares, lacking nothing in this world?”
When they confirmed that it was their wish. He ordered to close the premises and set everything on fire. No one had escaped the onslaught.
I though of those stories the first time I saw the Opernball on television in 2002. Robert Hysek said goodbye, Mr. Richard Lugner did what he did best making a doof out of himself, the rich people and the celebrities came and went, got interviewed, and the ordinary people stashed their (then) 3000 Schilling-entrance ticket away, ate the overpriced sausages, danced boogie and waltz around the majestic rooms of the State Opera! Outside a group of “angry” anti-bourgeois was protesting against the “excess” happening inside.
I still remember when ORF interviewed one protester, a female student, I suppose, why she was there.
She said the money they spent in organizing the ball belongs to them, them, the “poor” people.
As I see it, they looked really bored and they just wanted some action. One of the few people I know was one of them years ago. “They just do it for the sake of doing it.” He said. The “sense” of doing it is gone. The fight is over.
In light of this event it looks as if the protesters have something much better to do tomorrow. According to some newspapers no one tried to ask for permission yet for the yearly demo against the famous ball.
But the chief of the police thinks that it will happen no matter what. It has been a tradition, the authorities say, that it is not announced or it is registered using a false identification.
Either way, the police hopes it will be peaceful tomorrow night.

–oo–

I am sort of trembling now. Half an hour ago the police was trying to open one flat in our building. There was a couple of huge police cars parked in front and their white-bluish siren was a menace.
I thought it was our washing machine doing its last stage of wringing the clothes. Alas, it was not. The way they bang the door was amazingly loud and then they were not satisfied that they used a tool to force it open. It was noisy outside. I heard voices of women and men, the police’s walkie-talkie and all.
I think they were not successful in opening the door as they still kept on knocking.
Now it is silent again. They seem to be gone. I am not sure what they have found. Perhaps, Heute has the answer???

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