My mind is like working good.

In the last two years, there has been quite a lot of use of Osint 

Open source intelligence. 

Nerds who try to find things to talk about by looking at sources readily available online.

It is not so different from what we are all trying to kind of do.

Who did what to whom? and how can I back that up?

Hard data to gossip a string of narrative elements into a story for whatever helpless individual is willing to listen to it.

And you see, this is where I think: Ah! You are wrong.

It's very dangerous to do that. 

Creating logical sense out of something that you piece together from a biased and low-sample amount of snippets. Bibs and bobs of found footage. A collage of things you find online. This can be very dangerous as you're looking through binoculars made from two toilet rolls. Trying to see some vibrazione, that only you think you can see. 

However, it is a nice hobby, and it's a hard cozy hobby as it has an edgy vibe.

But you can do it in a cozy setting. It can only work if you see the entire elephant, when constructing an image. It must be multidimensional. With a large sample size. And nose diving from vibe to vibe is maybe not enough.

I think if you want to craft a story, a film, or a movie, you're a designer pretending to do anything outside of your actual field. "I make deconstructed theater, by doing fashion design."

Even if you are a government agent, employed to organize: and this is a word I don't hear a lot anymore: psy-ops, which probably means that they're getting better at it because only unsuccessful psy-ops are known as psyops. Successful psy-ops are commonly held beliefs.

What they have in common, what they all must realize. When stringing together narrative elements, is that they need to make emotional sense before they make logical sense. Why? It works, bitch. 

It is probably better to be akin to medieval Osint, a peasant climbing a tree. 

If you climb that lonely tree in an oasis and happen to discover you live in a vibe desert, having to resort to international air travel to catch a vibe. 

I will try my best to supply you with some Brosint from the Periphery to console you and help you catch a vibe. 

First, it is good to mention that it's probably good to do the opposite of cultural analysis. 

I propose a ceasefire in the field of cultural analysis.

Critical theory has become a theatrical science of protest.

After happy hour at the bar, we can return to amateur hour on Discord.

I prefer a rooftop bar, to be as high as possible. The squid ink pasta no longer tastes good in this hyperlocal resort that I call: my room. 

Two years ago, Covid 1 BC or actually Covid 1 AD. A destination mood board would look something like: 

Bari, Bucharest, Beijing.

Flixbus to Vladivostok 

Events were far and few between. 

I need some time and distance, and I’m not calculating velocity. 

Don’t stop believing

A bad memory is a microaggression against thyself

In 2018, we all used to be event managers.

I have whiteboard markers in the shower to write on the tiles, as it is the most productive room in the house.

There's no doubt about it; in hindsight, Covid was cool.

Quite obviously, Covid was cool because there was a united front of you and me. Feeling like we were 18 on some sort of unemployed summer vacation of teenage gaming. In combination with the fact that there was an elderly pair, also known as the government, telling you what to do and what not to do. So it was very easy to rebel against that and it felt good. Because nobody that you actually knew was ever in any sort of real danger. And then besides that, you had this nice, weird, overly hysterical news feed that was going on all the time. Punctuated by extreme boredom, in combination with the fact that every one of your single fucking problems actually had nothing but a good answer to it, because why do you feel bad, Covid!

In 2018, we all used to be event managers. 2020 finally killed off Facebook (back big time), and Instagram never really got its level out of the theater of protest, That killed events completely. And then we had this little bit of mania: going back to the club. ‘Slutty summer’ Suddenly, everybody was drinking cocktails. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. Rooftop bars galore. 

But, however, the bill still had to be paid, and three cool kids you just met, ordering whiskey after whiskey sour, just Irish exited the rooftop bar. In other words, inflation became a thing. Everybody's complaining all the time. What should I do? What to do? What to do? What to do? A funeral of public life. Worse than Covid, vibelockdown. 

Stagflation! And a Stoic one at that. Stoic stagflation, where nothing seemed to be happening over an extreme amount of pages. And yet, normal society continues to evolve. Because outside my window right now, out of sight, on the parking that is larping as the piazza, four men with fat bikes—four thousand euros in total—are all chilling outside in the rain. More and more storms are coming (it has rained every day since October 7th.). 

Stackzibit D: In 2006 every game had a piss filter on it. No one knows why.

Yet, the storms in tempestuous times won't pass. They will ride their fat bikes in circles around oatmeal concentration camps we call coffeshops.

It is hard to pick eloquent moods. On a budget or with home-spun technology.

I want to go to a bar that, metaphorically, is a hot-tub filled with rainwater from a forgotten ashtray on the balcony in the context of luxury. Filled to the brim with long and thin half-smoked cigarette butts and the occasional short-circuited Juul pod. 

I want to drink Byzantine wine in a tent. But the fabric of the tent must be jacquard. 

Roast a fish on a parking lot bbq with a grill made out of a shopping cart. 

Blast speakers in an alley, where an occasional city fox peaks around the corner to make sure we are still okay. Self-care by self-destruction is very important now. A fire-and-forget missile, laser-guided but with no target. Precision munition that can land through the toilet window at hypersonic speed, but still blows up the whole block. 

It was climbing out of a cave, so boring that one craves a bump of anxiety.

Perhaps I do actually prefer an eloquent manipulation. Being subject to eloquent manipulation is something that I happily accept. I don't think that's wrong. If others don't necessarily abide by the rules, but they play the game well, it's much easier to take part in your own abuse. A form of mental rough-and-tumble play. It's easier to digest; this is a succulent, lightweight meal to me. Gaslighting is just a negotiation of alignment. In the end, it's not going to go away.

No, no, no, no. You don't understand this house. We 

They prefer to have the cards on the table, but it is always allowed, 

Subjected by style and elegance to having some cards under the table. 

An exaggerated truth is better than a white lie. 

You think Greek goddesses had BPD or not? The Greeks def fucked with narcissism. It is in the name. A quick history of BPD would still be a long story just by nature of the ailment.

Pure at heart and toxic by proxy. 

No content is better than vacuous content; beware not to enter the risky territory of high-frequency nostalgia trading. 

Predictive models of cognitive dissonance.

If you never chill, no optimization is necessary.

Any Brosint account with a FPV drone with thermal vision of the vibe desert at this very moment: leaves it with no undeniable facts; we have to say the mood of the moment is a stoic stagflation. It is stagnation with inflation that also doesn't care about you. It is stoic. Utterly untroubled by the likelihood of vibe

Stackzibit: E Strange how Amazon promised us to bring packages with drones, that never was fruitful, yet grenades and bombs delivered by drone are, weird.

It remains unpleasant, annoying, and unfavorable. To such a degree that you can use the calendar of 2022, it's close enough.

This creates all sorts of Midtrovert dilemmas. Is the best place to observe still at home?

Should I leave the house, yes or no? 

 "Stoic stagflation" a situation where there's a stagnant yet enduring condition, drawing from the economic term "stagflation" (a combination of stagnant economic growth, high unemployment, and high inflation) and the philosophical term "stoic" (enduring pain or hardship without displaying feelings or complaining). "Vibe dessert" an environment or situation with a specific, perhaps sparse or minimal, ambiance.

Considering this interpretation, here are some edge cases for a function designed around these concepts:

1. **Extreme Minimalism**: The function could be pushed to its limits by a scenario with the absolute minimum of inputs or environmental stimuli, testing how it interprets or reacts to a near-absence of data. This could simulate a "desert" of vibes, where the ambiance is almost nonexistent.

2. **Overwhelming Complexity**: In contrast, an edge case could involve an overload of complex, conflicting inputs that simulate a chaotic and dense "dessert" of vibes, challenging the function's ability to maintain stoicism amidst overwhelming information or stimuli.

3. **Prolonged Duration**: Testing the function over an extended period to see if it maintains its "stoic" approach consistently, even when conditions (vibes) change or when faced with prolonged stagnation, akin to enduring stagflation.

4. **Abrupt Changes**: Introducing sudden and drastic changes in the input to see if the function can maintain a "stoic" composure and how it adapts to a sudden shift from a desert to a dessert-like abundance of vibes or vice versa.

5. **Ambiguity in Inputs**: Providing inputs that are ambiguous or have multiple interpretations to see how the function decides on a course of action, reflecting the stoic philosophy of focusing on what can be controlled.

6. **Contradictory Vibes**: Inputs that are directly contradictory, simulating a scenario where the environment oscillates between two extremes, challenging the function's ability to remain unaffected or to make reasoned decisions.

7. **Isolation vs. Community**: Testing the function both in isolation and in a connected environment (with other functions or data sources) to see how it handles solitude versus communal input, akin to a desert versus a bustling dessert party.

8. **Resource Scarcity and Abundance**: Simulating conditions of scarcity (a lack of vibes, information, or resources) and abundance to see how the function manages with minimal versus excessive inputs, reflecting economic aspects of stagflation.

Minestrone.

I finally feel compelled to say something about Zoomer fashion high-frequency nostalgia trading, a carousel that spins at the speed of light, recycling all that has come before in a giant merry-go-round.

In 2021, I used to call this Gen Z minestrone, referring to the many styles and mix and match that Gen Z kids like to dress themselves as. Sometimes it's referred to as the Zoomer uniform.

Now that since 2021, Indie Sleaze is mainstream, and the Japanese horror game protagonist aesthetic from (2022-3 (2003)) is going mainstream, we have somewhat of a head-to-head race of two waves catching up to the current time frame. 

This leaves me with a weird question, though. Wait, are we just going to rehash the distant past because people get younger, and they don't really have partaken in these trends until we catch up to now? Are we just like a figure eight of two snakes biting each other's and their own tails at the same time in some sort of weird hyperloop? That would be strange to me. Because if that's the case, I can be so behind, that I can be ahead of you in the same way I can be behind you, as you are ahead of me interpreting the past. In the idea that time is a flat circle and we both have the same level of understanding of what's cool and what is not. I'm already going to be into techno, which was cool in 2016, so I'm ahead of the Indie Sleaze trend of 2008 after you're going to do hipster 2011 Woody Allen for kids Wes Anderson style. If that's the case, then I'm going to undercut you and one-up you by doing the Balenciaga 2018 thing until I'm so ahead that I'm so behind that I'm actually the exact same person as I am right now.

You know what comes after baggy jeans? Skinny jeans! He shouted as he smashed his cocktail glass with a concoction of his own making on the table. And promptly got up to turn off the music, or on, depending on your professionalism on the subject, by interrupting the current song and putting a new one up.

It is not surprising that someone took the stick blender to the Gen Z minestrone, pulverizing it into a soup with a thick but even viscosity. Nowadays, that is referred to as the zoomer uniform. 

Hyper-frequency boredom.

Stackzibit : F Nostalgia listens to Hit and run Riddim during the wednesday morning commute

Maxin maxin starve min-maxin plus, for midtrouverts.

After girls and gays maxin, my Esint emotional source intelligence tells me : Being better off than your parents is too high a goal. Being better off than your children is a much easier task.

Modern life solves things that were not really problems, to activate a level of stress and recovery. You should probably look for problems in order to solve them. I am not really talking about escapism here or scamming a mysterious demon semi government service, but more of a problem-maxing approach. 

Hang out with the wrong people for a year or two. Get to know some people.

If Harari says all language starts with gossip, give the boy his dues for a while.

Try and loiter around normie cattle twisted by amphetamines. 

I have made this recipe myself, and I highly recommend you try it.

It consists of some crushed-up Adderall pills, a crumbled banana-pea protein bar. Two parts of green tea. One part: Red Bull. One teaspoon of stevia. 

Two cubicles of frozen ginger. Blend for 5 minutes; add a mango for viscosity. 

Drink out of a Long, tall glass. With a straw. For the topping, add two more frozen. Cubicles of ginger. 

After fifteen minutes of drinking this smoothie, the whole world will look like a 2 by 2 of ambition and productivity.

The floaters in your eyes, glinting in the early morning sun, they will become data points on a grid of machinations on whichever surface. You look. 

It's good to see the grid; the grid never lied to you. The secret bearings of a quantum graph appear. 

It is time to make a plan. 

First time I bought tuna in its own juice, instead of in olive oil. It set off a local meme. As it turns out many things are in their own juice. It reminded a friend of mine of the pigeons in the Parisian metro who have decided upon nesting next to the ultrasound speakers that are meant to deter them.

Completely dismal, they are visibly tortured and otherwise generally chewed up in their own juice made out of ultrasound, squinting through their eyes in absolute agony. A chilling reflection of our melting pot of dreams.

It is good to be in das eigenen saft. 

Install an annoying buzzing sound in your house. Live with tinnitus for a while. 

Do not forget that you need stale bread to make croutons.

Recipes for your own juice. 

Club forming is problems maxing 

We come together to gamble and play the cards. See what hand you are dealt. The creation and instalment of local norms reevaluates and purifies your aesthetics and old behaviours. 

Practice self-forgiveness by doing more hard-to-forgive things.

Kindness has diminishing returns. 

Kill me if I listen to another podcast. It’s not clear how they make money, making me weary and suspicious. What is the actual message being conveyed here? 

Reading the Twitter feed into a mic as a weekly or monthly introspective ? This is not even tuna in its own juice; this is tuna in somebody else’s juice.

Create your own juice to marinate in. 

I cannot stretch enough. Stare out of the bus window! 

Raw doggig the tram is better for your life. Everything is material. Both moderately pessimistic and moderately optimistic attitudes are linked to a healthier life.

More and more people are mentally ill. DSM 6 is dropping soon. Trained on  8 billion parameters. One of the main qualifiers is the ability to be alone. Being alone with your own thoughts is a luxury item. More and more, I scroll through the feed without reading it. I just watch the pixels go by as we’re looking at the geographic features of a landscape. Sitting on a plane, pushing scenery past the window.

A crossfire of stochastic parrots talking or talking back at me in a feed of disquiet, 

For two years, I’ve looked at maps, and they didn’t move much. A very detailed render of a barren, featureless wasteland.

Nobody cared about inflation, but everybody said back in 2022  "I do not really have money to go away this year."

Solitude endurance training (eating lunch alone)

How long can your life plan withstand direct questioning ? That’s the point; for the first time, I lost the overview. The adults are in the room, and they will not tell me what they are doing.

You are sitting on a big novelty cake; don’t miss your cue.

An endless onslaught of content about content maxing. 

I saw someone post 

Role of the artist

To fill in the gaps that institutions and power structures of dominant culture overlook or deliberately avoid

And I disagree: It's to make art. The role of the artist, that is. 

There's this unsettling thought that's been trailing me

I remember this one time, someone let slip this notion that keeps gnawing at me. Suggesting that a good third of what's hanging on the pristine walls of these contemporary art shrines might just be nothing more than expert forgeries, courtesy of either the Italian or Romanian mafias. And the way art's evolving, morphing into this ultimate asset class, a chic maneuver to dodge taxes as it gathers dust and value—it's all so predictably post-modern. It makes you think, when are we going to catch up with the whole conceptual art scene, right? But here's the kicker: I'm craving a film that dives deep into this entire charade. Showcasing the Italian and Romanian mob stretching their ingenuity to the limit, crafting these painstaking replicas of what's ostensibly the most niche, the most avant-garde out there— some esoteric performance art piece steeped in identity politics, lesbian undertones, and dance theory. Honestly, that's the kind of art that resonates and feels real in this fabricated landscape.

I reject myself and think that silence is probably the only remaining art form.

Making absolutely zero sense is a status signal.

Low-balling fine china is better than getting the latest drip.

Oh hello:

Bureau Chief berlin:  

Sent an urgent memo!!! 

If you live in a Mountain Village, like a European capital city of Paris or Berlin, it's probably not such a good idea to be cynical. Why you may ask? Because I feel being cynical in the end is a cheap way to burn your bridges. It's not really cultural analysis, and it's not really nice either. My mind is somewhat of a black-and-white reasoning model of the world.

It's better to come across the bridge and offer people a mood they can identify with. 

That may take its origins, or subconscious, feeling from the ever-recurring four questions of philosophy.

What is the situation? What can I know? Who am I? And what should I do?

That's the starting grid that lineup. You can always extrapolate a vision for the near future that can be supercharged by modernistic behaviors. 

Cultural analysis is annoying because, in a 24/7 media onslaught, I don't feel like being berated, about what to think about other people in a recursive loop like some unmade Woody Allen movie, family drama script. Therefore, I end up in a position where I myself find that not even my anger is authentic.

I'm actually much better told what to do. It's more honest. If you look at life a little differently through a prism, that shifts the colors in the balance ever so slightly. Then, perhaps you see cathedrals and reflecting light from a simple water bottle. And I think that's very commendable.

Why not make an unscheduled call to friends, leaving them bewildered, but secretly delighted by the spontaneous combustion of social norms?

Stackzibit: H the future we could've had

Deutche Bahn ICE - Berlin - Hanover - New York

You can totally embrace your inner "city bitch” in the quaintest of villages, strutting down cobblestone streets like a catwalk.

It's a micromanaged mirth wearing a gold leather jacket, one line of poetry a day,

going to your local “Neo-Baroque meets Industrial Chic," a blend of edgy and snug, possibly an offshoot of “Urban Rustic” coffee place at a parking Trying to be a piazza. 

Yes, exactly next time at the end of the year, when you sit on your balcony and the landscape of life unfolds like a technicolor dream coat, try to write a little essay, not a list.

Try dissing the Frankfurt school; perhaps you apply to Städelschule.

With unreal 5 renders of groupshows full of imaginary friends and non-existent residencies. 

Just pick and name a couple of these one million inhabitants cities in China; there are like a hundred of them you haven't heard off. It doesn't matter. Contemporary art? 

Ce n'est pas Versailles!

Perhaps when you are in school, try to find out what the movements of the bizarre ballet of the hidden curriculum is. 

Here, I suggest a context-phobic constructive guidance. A probabilistic manifesting, so to speak. And what is probabilistic manifesting? This is, for instance, when you have a spouse, a partner, a boyfriend, or a girlfriend. And you yourself, you're sitting on the couch, or you're laying in bed, and they're looking for a certain item within the room. And you cannot directly point to that item. There is no direct line of sight, but you know where it is. It is, like, in the general area. And you just say to them as they're searching, like, There, there, no, it's there, there, it's right there, there, right there, there, it's right there. And not even by the intonation of your voice, not even by, like, saying objects, or, like, the general surroundings of it, it does guide them onto the target. It guides them to what they're looking for. And the thing is that there's not even, like, so much to do with intonation, or the way you use your voice. It has to do with the fact that it is a negative feedback loop, because every time you repeat the word there, you know that where they were looking at that particular point, it wasn't. So they have a negative feedback loop, which drives them to be agentic, to look where the fuck the thing could be. And this works really well. And this is a form of, like, you know, probabilistic manifesting. Like, does it matter if probability in the manifesting is important or not? Yes, it does. You manifest that the object is there, and you make it more probable by including a negative feedbag loop.

It might turn out the case that probabilistic manifesting is making an extremely educated guess; you can almost feel the ambience.

 In a way that you like can relate to it as a mental feng shui, 

and a lot of people are concerned that they don't do 10,000 steps a day. But the question is, do you make 10,000 mental steps a day? If so, then you can actually use this as a ramjet type of compressor for extremely hard to compress vibes. In a way, train hard and fight easy, but train hard. This could be important. The Romans had a training sword that was twice the weight of the sword they used in combat. 

In the end, I think this time will be as deep as a puddle in the desert. And probably we'll look back at this and laugh at it. Never forget that Mussolini's son, Romano, was a jazz pianist and a good one at that, and he married Sophia Loren's sister. So, I have good hopes for the proverbial Bibi Netanyahu's son, who's studying in Florida, to become a cryptobro.

Food finance fashion failure. 

Here at the jerk off institute 

Intro 

Aperitivo Gingerino after a long day of Gioco di ruolo dal vivo

The year is 2014 you think about the future 

While thinking about the future you think:

What will life be like in the year 2044?

In your jaded optimism you imagine a dystopian future, because you are on Tumblr its 2014 and that’s what you do. 

All CO2 emissions have gone back to zero, Facebook bought Twitter for the symbolic amount of  one Bitcoin. 

The United States has rebranded. The United States.com. 

Life is Tech, tech is life. 

Every single Generation Z kid has committed suicide. 

Lidl smart home, lidl’s Alexa.

Now knows from data when and where your partner is horny. 

Turns out Its surprisingly often 

Bolivia Is a lithium bubble fulled tech-hub.

CEO is a pronoun, Argentina is a tax Haven. 

Nestle owns the air, Ikea owns the rain Lidls attempts to buy it was in vain. 

Everybody has back pain. 

A hot topic at the dinner table is, why people don't eat anymore, we are all done with food. 

Your brain interface computer displays how much crypto you have on your current balance, And every single moment of the day, in the corner of your right eye peripheral vision is preoccupied with your financial status. At least google glass didn’t become a thing.

Your limbic system is shut down. There is no desire anymore. Lock-on laconian thought about the real is finally eradicated. Fuck you Freud. You think you can own me? 

Emotions Are now traded Happily as an end of tea (NFT)

Tik-tok celebrates the birth of its 

one millionth Ideology 

When and where were you? 

When you went outside for the last time. 

Holy shit, go inside. 

I don't do drugs. Have you seen the Sun? Vitamin d stronger than desire for the D.

The year is 2044. 3D rendering is tough in kindergarten It is the bicentennial(love that word bicentennial ) birth year of Friederich Nietzche 

which it is actually not as death year. It is the anniversary of his insanity. 

Everybody is a germaphobe, more people than ever before break a bone by lifting a finger. 

Therapists do 

Tattoos now 

Universal Health Care 

Includes one free tattoo removal a year 

All Social housing is antisquad.

Most kids are dead set on becoming a landlord

It's time to talk about the demise of European glamour. 

The Coté d'Azur of the internet.

Perhaps we need, to counter this slow demise.

Al decadente do you like art or do you eat a you spaghetti overcooked

a ristretto of modernity: bari, tokyo, milan

Let’s talk about subjects that matter. That we identify with.

Universal basic spaghetti 

My consulting practice is mainly focused on challenges at the intersection of spaghetti, analogous development (sauce), and economics.

IN THIS MAISON WE ARE DESKTOP MAXIMALISTS. 

Obsessed with rendering fat

Melting matter to come to purer content

Unlocking the taste of fuzzy sets. 

I exclusively deal with fuzzy sets.

Entangled fresh egg paintings of meatballs whose elements have degrees of membership of vague qualitative or quantitative data, frequently generated by means of the natural language.

Over the last decade 2015 (it truly started think about it you know it ——000 as wee get closer to the 2030s 

I have worked with clients and imaginary friends in a wide variety of sectors

A sort of Donny Darko consulting, unintended, incoherent and unasked for.

including computing/software, sauce viscosity levels, salt ratios. A Quantum polenta, good old pure unfiltered big batch stacks, eat the same everyday so you will go crazy, gioco di ruolo dal vivo, means larp in italian 

This podcast is a 

A ristretto of modernity.

Over caffeinated with the goal to do nothing. 

I usually work 1:1 with senior executives, but in rare cases, I work with teams or organisations as a whole. Belastingdienst Gemeente BVG twitter.

Monsieur In this Michelin Star establishment we airbrush the pomodoro on to the spaghetti

Stackzibit B:Airbrush the pomodoro

Chapter 1 Antipasti 

The opening to a subprime mortgage financed  -most pressing- dinner

A subprime loan is a loan offered to individuals at an interest rate above prime, who do not qualify for conventional loans. Such individuals have low income, limited credit history, poor quality collateral, or poor credit.

Is it true that doom-scrolling spectatorship not necessarily blast away cultural ordinance until there is no ammunition left,

but rather inflames and inflates the current material, to a big smoking helium balloon animal with the frivolous determination of a 40-year-old chain smoker, happily lighting another one? 

like making an Italian ragu that you eat for seven consecutive days, adding more and more pasta to less sauce. 

I was watching an interview that dated from 2018, wherein they brought all the major player off the 2008 financial crisis together at a dinner.

Personally I think that is a great idea. Bringing all the players together.

They should host more of these niche dinner parties were they bring people together. 

One of these fuckers said. “I am glad that the economy bounced back”

I stare at the screen. 

A spring rain started to tickle the window of my flat every so softly as if singing a lullaby. 

In the short-circuiting of neurones caused by this statement

I quickly switch tabs to a Neo-emo doing a laconian lecture

Talking about the real, the empty object of desire and projections

Down the hall way my roommate audibly spanks his premium mediocre tinder date. 

The thought of sex, dominance and old testament punishment make my mind snap the fuck back.

THE ECONOMY BOUNCED BACK?

What? When?

Kids born in 2001, were seven back in 2008 

They are 20 now, they have know nothing but a melanzane of excrement. A technocratic hot pie made of layers off shit from 5 continents. 

O-9, 10, 11, 12, 14

I do not remember ever bouncing back. 

But then something dawned on me,

I quickly google it. 

Ah yes! But of course.

I am European. 

The financial crisis here, never really went away it just stuck around like an old dude at a party that slowly becomes one with the furniture.

First there was Lehman brothers going bust, these fantastic big moods. Banker with boxes. Cardboard boxes. 

Europe laughing, if I recall correctly the German social democratic finance Peer Steinbrucke minister said,

This is a problem of Anglo-Saxon capitalism, 11 months later he had a problem.

Then it turned out our banking system was heavily cucked by the American banking system. 

It became apparent that they had bought envelopes full of fragmentised products looking good on the outside but actually all equally worthless, a sort of proto instagram. 

Some of these firms were casually booking tiny  losses. such as this little know bank, the vampire squid aka Goldman Sachs booked a 2.1 billion quarterly loss. 

While Obama was doing Clinton 3 with Ben Bernanke. Showering the banking system with gold. 

Europe was finding out it did not even have a central bank as a lender of last resort.

So we got black swanned right up the ass into the euro crisis of 2015, where the idea was that if greek pensioners have less, that will help Deutsche bank not go bust, and because northern European banks had toxic greek assets up to 160 percent of there national GDP on their balance sheets.  

We were promised flying Cars and all we got was Spotify and Yung Lean

I am serious. 

Let’s think about the decade from a European perspective.

One group of players with their balls on the chess board are obviously the fashion houses, 

But they are all kinda whack lame and failing, if I’m not mistaken.

Plus, they are all boomers now. right?

A Italian fashion designer that will remain nameless  said in an interview

“I think we are at a turning point, were it (fashion-J) will go completely commercial or go more moral”

B! you sell bags.

Don’t u have like 22 factories 

And 18.000 employees

So I guess that little love story is over right? Officially un-fucking cool. 

Then there are the millennial-madman fashion designer Wojaks of course. 

I think they really knew how to shoehorn a majestic French fashion houses into the hyper irony of the mid tens. I mean props for that I fucking gueesss.

This was very much not a decade of 

Shrooms, red wine, Risotto 

Espresso, bacon and ketamine

But a decade:

Of cocaine, crises and insufficient credit.

Chapter 2 Primi

Fettuccine of Failure

Let’s talk about failure in a non demeaning way. Because the beauty of failure is that true humiliation is never in short supply, it is an ego emotion, an emotion that is unsharable, unlike sadness anger ect. Humiliation and jealousy are deeply coupled emotions. I think they are not necessarily direct opposites of one another, but I do think they're kind of coupled together. As twins. Humiliation is special because It's actually nobody else, then you that cares about humiliation. If you ever get a humiliated, people leave the room and maybe somebody tells another funny story to somebody else, but Other than that nobody cares for one more second after that. You have to let It Go and I think jealousy is in that sense also, an ugly emotion. if you tell somebody that you're jealous of I don't know whatever. 

You can't do anything about it. You just have to eat it. You just have to let it go, maybe lay awake at night for hours. And then usually it's almost a very bodily limbic system type of decision where you just say like, okay, fuck it. No more of this. I'm over it. 

And in that light I want to talk about Schiaparelli, both in the previous century. And in this Century. Italian fashion designer and a Mars Lander of the same name, the European space agency and staunch rivalry between Nasa, Coco Chanel and Schiaparelli's

Couture designs are garments made to measure for the individual clients. They're usually the height of luxury in terms of textiles and attention to detail and maybe even in creative intervention. Now, this is basically the biggest jerk off in the field dress making techniques and in finishings. Couture houses, like those of Elza's Schiaparelli offer the highest standard in luxury. The Pinnacle of bullshit's as well as the pinnacle of shopping. It was Italian fashion designer Elza's Schiaparelli along with Coco Chanel which was interestingly enough her greatest rival. She was regarded one of the most prominent figures in the Fashion World between the two World Wars. The interbellum, and she started out with some knitwear and her couture designs were heavily influenced by the dada surrealists. 

Which is of course also like an interbellum art phase some of her collaborators were Salvador Dali and Jean Cocteau. 

Salvador Dali has this hilarious line that he is a painter for the Freudian age, for the atomic age, which is of course why he was obsessed with slow motion High Speed photography. He has this painting about the crown of milk, which is basically just like a microscopic photo of drop of milk splashing in a pool of milk and creating this Crown effect. Total jerk of avant la lettre  

Whilst in Paris, Schiaparelli—"Schiap" to her friends—began making her own clothes.  she started her own business but it closed in 1926 despite favourable reviews, which is a power move If you're ask me.  she launched a new collection of knitwear in 1927 using a special double layered Stitch created by Armenian refugees and featuring sweaters with surrealist trompe-l'œil images

Which is this crazy like actually highly specific French thing.

Painting buildings and perspectives on buildings and it is fucking weird. Some of her first designs appeared in vogue, the business really took off with a pattern that gives the impression of a scarf wrapped around the wearer's neck. Pour le sport collection expanded the following year including bathing suit, ski wear and linen dresses. What I think is weird. Is that like how these twenties? Really resembles sort of late capitalism, which is a term I hate, bit presumptuous? I think. 

Drugs tourism to Berlin is the first notion of like people doing cocaine in a sort of clubbing environment.

It were Dutch tourists going to Germany in the early 1920’s. 

But then also this ski resort sort of proto Prada collections in 1927. It feels like there was really already some sort of like epitome of modernity. Of course like the Nazis using methamphetamines for strategic totally non psy-op reasons.

Schiaparelli added evening wear to her collections in 1931 using luxury silks, And the business went from strength to strength culminating in a move from Rue de la Paix to acquiring the renowned salon of Louise Chéruit at 21 Place Vendôme, which was rechristened the Schiap Shop.

A darker tone was set when France declared war on Germany in 1939. So in word War II they didn't really start with fighting right away, first you had sort of like a winter of chilling called the phonywar.  What I think is crazy, is that She responded to that with a spring 1940 collection featured trench Brown and camouflage Prints.  Thats not unlike Verscace doing a Syrian civil War themed collection 

little Hamas 

Golden bikini. 

But then again Call of Duty did a Syrian civil war game, and Red scare had ISIS merch 

So I’m conflicted maybe its noting out of the ordinary, it does feel a little off tho since dada was basically a movement against the craziness of war, and then her turning up to the function like guess its gonna be camo print this year. What you gonna do when the big g roll through? 

After Fall of Paris, which think we can't even begin to understand like how dramatic that was because like people expected like a four or five year long war and it was over in like less than three weeks. 

Basically Luxembourg attacks the united states and its over in 3 weeks.

She moved back to New York. 

Because she was on lecture tour, apart from a few months in Paris in early 1941 to remain in New York City until the end of the war which likes makes me think like people still traveled? That is crazy on her return she found that like fashion has changed and Christian Dior  broke through with his new look making it a rejection of pre-war fashion. Schiaparelli really struggled in austerity of the post-war period. Schiaparelli discontinued her Couture business in 1951, and finally closed down heavily indebted to the design house in 1954, the same year her great rival Coco Chanel returned to the business. In 1945 Schiaparelli publisher her biography Shocking life. Great title if you ask me, she lived out a comfortable retirement between Pairs and her apartment  In Tunisia, she died on 13th of November 1973 at the age of 83. 

Schiaparelli is one of the designers credited with offering the first clothes with visible zippers. So that sounds like, yeah, she was truly modern, this is something that we still do today, and the like that's she came up with that shit. Rather than being concealed zippers became a key element of 

these designs, visible fastenings and neck zippers, 

Lines running down the sleeves and skirts. She used chunky plastic zipper is made from cellulose nitrate, which is actually plastic and the first semi synthetic plastic Fabric. So this was really some Prada kind of it girl, you know, like she would probably carry the laptop bag around if it wasn't like born in the previous Century but in the girl boss century. 

Schiaparelli was a renowned for her usual buttons, for example candlesticks, playing guard, emblems, ships, crowns, mirrors and crickets. I think a mirror button is that is quite elegant. So that's to me is height of luxury, if you have sex and you like start to unbutton to dress for the jacket or whatever the fuck the person is wearing. You see like your last horny face? Reflected in this mirror button. American psycho type fuckin.

I think that is that is some real comment on like sex positivity. Mirrored buttons 

In a Anachronistic way. 

The failure of her business meant that Schiaparelli’s name was not well remembered as that of her great Rivals Chanel but in 1934, time magazine placed Chanel in the second division of fashion, which I think she still fucking remains, huh? Where as Schiaparelli was one of a handful of houses now at at or near the peak of their powers as Arbiters of the ultra-modern haute couture. Madder and more original than most of her contemporaries, Schiaparelli is one of whom the word genius is applied most often at the time, time magazine recognised that Chanel had assembled a Fortune of some 15 million u.s. Dollars before War which is I think that's crazy amount of money back then like corrected for inflation, especially a corrected before the crisis of 1971. Not at the present level of inflation. 

Schiaparelli had relied more on her inspiration rather than craftsmanship. It was not long before every little dress Factory in Manhattan had a copied them from the New York Third Avenue to San Francisco's Howard Street and millions of shops girls who had never heard of Schiaparelli are proudly wearing her models. I think this really Taps into this idea that like the the highest honour as a creative is the invention of a cliche. 

If you make something that everybody else copies and becomes an instant classic, like that's what you really want. 

Skip ahead one boomers life time and I’m sitting here For years and years I have tried to make sense of things that just happened, retreating in a fantasy world as escapism because it parallels science fiction, in the sense that lapping science fiction in the mid tens was funny, it was funny to speculate about the future. But as soon as science fiction became real, just look out of the window, and you live in dystopian boring world. It is actually kind of harrowing. 

And not that funny at all. I think your role as an artist is to use us good Vision to escape into your own fantasy world, has been cut short by the fact that we're now all so lonely and isolated straight up atomised even. So when you work in Art Academy, you have fun Syncing with your mates, using the means of production your art academy has to offer, you don't have to organise anything. 

Art school is a big belated coming of age extravaganza for by daddy issued plagued teens who had difficulties in high school. 

As soon as you graduate from Art Academy, you are probably going to take a shared Studio space, usually ending up with morons, and it's really disappointing.

I think that's because coolness and organisational skills are in direct opposition of one another it's hard to organise anything. Being cool comes with a lacklustre Attitude towards the world 

I think it's fundamentally wrong. 

That there's nothing cool, but Tech. 

Millennials really went from I tech, to boi Do I hate tech. in a very rapid movement. 

Yet I am conflicted, I feel analog stuff can never really Escape hipster dumb. Anyway, that is its own form of nostalgia of becoming Forbes hipster of the year 2009. 

It's not great. 

I'm very much into early 2010 strange Tech content. 

There is a Wonderfull video from 2012 where Jack Dorsey of twitter claims he is still punk. 

Hate to break you dude, you can’t be punk on a laptop 

That’s actually arithmetically impossible.  

I think it's really good If we just tried to Define some terms here. 

So I've divided by the previous decade into three epochs

I think 2013- 2015 was: jaded optimism

2015-2017 hyper irony

2018-2020: frivolous larping

2021-20xx : ,,,sfabkfbf]

Not only fashion designers are called Schiaparelli 

Mars lander robots are also called Schiaparelli. 

The €230m ($251m) Schiaparelli had spent seven months travelling 496m kilometres (308m miles) onboard the so-called Trace Gas Orbiter to within a million kilometres of Mars when it set off on its own mission to reach the surface.

After a scorching, supersonic dash through Mars’s thin atmosphere, it was supposed to glide gently towards the planet’s surface.

For a safe landing, Schiaparelli had to slow from 21,000km/h (13,000mph) to zero, and survive temperatures of more than 

1,500C (2,730F) generated by atmospheric drag.

It was equipped with a discardable, heat-protective shell, a parachute and nine thrusters to decelerate, and a crushable structure in its belly to cushion the final impact.

I feel souls are also made of a crushable structure but that’s probably a 2018type doomer complex, that now has to be stoped.

The landing site of a European spacecraft that was supposed to make a historic touchdown on Mars has been identified in images that suggest the probe suffered a violent collision at the surface.

Images from Nasa Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter show a large “fuzzy dark patch” that scientists think was caused by huge plumes of dust thrown up in a high-speed crash - and may even indicate the probe exploded on impact.

The parachute was released from Schiaparelli ahead of its final landing sequence, during which its nine thrusters should have slowed it to a walking pace just above the surface.

But data beamed back from the lander to its mothership, the Trace Gas Orbiter, show that its thrusters only fired for three or four seconds rather than 30 seconds as intended. Schiaparelli continued transmitting for a further 19 seconds before going silent.

So here I imagine a scene from a mission control centre that is  quite elaborate in its setup. We have all these data screens, live graph feeds a bunch of nerds that studied their whole lives for this come together, that is probably as close to a full erect Boner of Technology as one can possibly get.

Aligning two points in space millions of kilometres away from the earth, threading an extraterrestrial needle with shaky hands and very long arms. The Schiaparelli is ready to land and start its Landing sequence and you know, some of these like kind of spergy looking dudes sweating over their mechanical keyboards and their anime figures on top of the desk. 

they’re all sitting in these semi Circle computer array screens. Up top. The roof is black with tiny white bright LEDs. Equally distributed but also in a kind of random pattern. So the reflections kind of resemble a starry night. Every single one of them is wearing these like funky telemarketer headsets, of course. 

And this is where the computer of the Mars Lander just decides that it's not at like the actual correct height of Four to five kilometres, but rather the computer thinks it's -5 is below the ground. 

So on rather than 30 seconds, the thrusters switch one but they only continue for 4 seconds 

Decelerating the the mars lander jack shit. 

The parachute opens and it's instantly rips forming this beautiful dress coming down the surface of Mars at a speed of  300 km an hour.

I imagine  it must have been the most beautiful fashion performance of all time. 

This white greyish Tech fabric of the parachute just roaring through the orange brown atmosphere of Mars. In an entirely like deconstructive death spiral tumbling and ripping and making these crazy sounds. 

I image it as a strange laser like sounds, made by the whipping of the carbon fibre parachute ropes, overlaid by a chorus rip and tear of hight tech materials, all the wile a continuous drone of the rushing wind dips the whole ensemble in an existential death wish.

 and then these I imagine these like Italian Engineers looking at the screen just going: Cazzo 

In the design process, I think there was probably also some, you know, semi competitive European squabble about who's going to do what you know. The fancy Germans humourless as always, they are  just like, you know pointing to each other and saying, “you know what, you know be funny it's the multi-million dollar project. I think really funny if we let the Italians make it”

Ending up with this very stylish Versace looking Mars Lander with like beautiful little details, but completely dysfunctional. 

Ending up disintegrating into a ball of fire and fabric and foam

Scientists now think that after the thrusters switched off, Schiaparelli plummeted in freefall from a height of between two and four kilometres, and hit the surface at more than 300 km (186 miles) per hour. The fuzzy patch, which is roughly 15 by 40 metres in size, would indicate the halo of disturbed surface material .

Speaking before the lander was identified, Jorge Vago, the ExoMars project scientist, said it was critical for the team to work out what went wrong. “Of course we are disappointed that the landing didn’t go well ... The silver lining is we have a lot of detailed information,” he said. “I think we will be able to explain it.”

Jorge Vago, a scientist on the project, told Nature.com: “My guess is that at that point we were still too high. The most likely scenario is that, from then, we just dropped to the surface.”

Both Schiaparelli’s, fashion designer and mars lander, are falling angels symbolising a cascade of diminishing return curves, very European in a way.

Stackzibit F: Schiaparellis terminal decent with a dress parachute.

Chapter 3 Secondi

Parmigiana alla precarietà

It is also hard to accept the, for real, in the sense that it was hard to just use 3D printed materials. With the same self-reference quality as using paint.

Paint is Paint, its performative in and off itself

3D printing is just very 2015 in a way. 

I think it's crazy how 

The American technocratic answers to the financial crisis of 2008 actually completely worked, the banks paid back their wall of money that was invested by the Fed. 

Yes it was a sticky recovery but as of Q3 2009, the economy was back on 2 percent GDP growth again. 

That doesn't like remove the fact though that this was a jobless recovery. And this is something we've seen  after the.com bubble of  2002 as well

The economy recovered and sadly you had this jobless recovery, the economy bounced back growth, but people were Still unemployed.

During the brexit debate, this one dude went up north, in  the north of England.

said like "yeah, if you do this, like if you vote for brexit blah blah, you will like slash the GDP, it will like become terrible blah blah and just don't want to do it" and a bloke ini the audience got up and said "your GDP" meaning,

what the fuck do I have to do with  slashing the GDP, if all the money ends up in London anyway right? Fuck that. 

So this obviously spawned a level of populism and the financial crisis that underwent some sort of metamorphosis. Although  the latest books on economics are now debating this, and this is  a fair point because populism was on the rise since the 90s. I mean, I don't know Nigel Farage  for instance started his campaigns in 1992.

Precarity

There's a new book out by this Bulgarian Economist Albena Azmanova who works in Brussels. That is called capitalism on the edge. The central thesis of the book is that precarity is much more the origin of populism than inequality. Inequality is some sort of like weird measurement that doesn't actually do anything in terms of the redistribution. It is uninteresting by default. Precarity, which I think  It's a good value, in the sense that you don't really care that other people own a BMW, or you don't really look up to people that own more like mansiony Mansions than you do. But what you do look up to, is a system of security or a system of sustainable growth over time on a personal level. 

She has done interviews with Millionaires and billionaires that also talk about this albeit in a way that grinds on your ears

“I'm in this toxic job. I want to get out of the job, but I don't really know how to do this because, I worry about my kids or my grandchildren or like these houses or at least assets I have.”

which is of course completely laughable, but on the other hand the fact that these peoples have these grievances also shows that precarity is something that for goes all, And goes all the way to the top.

That made me think about this absolutely hilarious working condition survey by Goldman Sachs & Co LLC from February 2021, and this is a survey that Goldman Sachs did in their Investment Banking division with their first year analysts. They were asking like a couple of respondents some fairly basic questions, about how it is to work at Goldman Sachs.

Goldman Sachs you should know is also known as the vampire squid. Goldman Sachs is simply the Gucci of banks. The biggest Investment Bank, in terms of cream of the fucking crop value, man. This is the purest fucking arabica coffee that's being served al banca on a daily basis. These kids usually short own clients. They really know how to do this. 

This is not some other type of clownesk Lehman Brothers kind of bullshit Bank. 

No, this is, this is, 

the Davos of skiing Resorts, This where people that make anoraks, buy their anoraks. 

So I thought it would be nice to go through this PDF that I found. and I thought it would be perfect to like overlay it with some cyberpunk music or alternatively some doom OST music. So we're now going to go through the working condition survey. It's beautiful PDF looks amazing on average at first. 

How many hours have you worked this week? hundred and five hours as the mean. How many hours, have you worked per week on average since January? Ninety eight hours. How many hours do you sleep on an average? night five hours on average. What time do you sleep?  3 a.m.. 

Then they have this  little spectrum that they made, if working conditions stay the same. 

What is the likelihood you will still be working at Goldman Sachs in one month? mean 8.1 and then they asked the same question. 

What if you stay working here and the working conditions do not improve in six months?

3.5 

but then we go to the good stuff. This is like, you know, this was just an antipasti, but now we're getting this primo before we like move on to the secondoi of mental health disorders at fucking Goldman Sachs 

Rate your mental health before and after starting this job, one to ten, with ten being healthiest before. On average eight point eight, after?

two point eight six percent decrease. 

Rate your physical health before you and after you started this job 9.0 to 2.3. 

Have your work hours negatively impacted your relationships with family and Friends? A hundred percent of the correspondents said: yes. 

Do you feel a victim of the workplace abuse? 77% Yes. 

Have you sought or considered seeking counselling, therapy or any additional services for your mental health due to the stress of this job? Yes. 

Have you frequently experienced unrealistic deadlines 100% Yes? 100 percent of respondents said yes. 

Have you frequently experienced being shunned or ignored in meetings? 92% Yes. 

Have you experienced frequently excessive monitoring or micromanagement? 83 percent yes. Question: How satisfied are you with the firm: median 2.0 on a scale of 10. 

How satisfied are you with your work Life 2.0 on a scale of 10. How satisfied are you with your personal life 1.0 on a scale of 10. 

These people have made it in the royalties for our Bankers like this is all they ever wanted, right? 

Now we're gonna get the secondo, the beautiful piece of meat on the Italian dinner table and these come in the form of select analysts quotes by Goldman Sachs. 

So these are people like my age that are working there.

The sleep deprivation, the treatment by senior bankers and mental and physical stress; I've been through foster care and this is arguably worse one guy said. 

“I can't sleep anymore because my anxiety levels are through the roof my body physically hurts all the time. Mentally. I'm in a really dark place. It's less frightening to me, than what my body might succumb to if I keep up this lifestyle.” 

“There was a point where I was not eating showering or doing anything else other than working from morning until after midnight. I didn't come into this job expecting a 9 am-5 p.m. But I also didn't expect consistent 9 am-5 am either.”

“What is not okay to me is that it took 110 to 120 hours, course over week. The math is simple that leaves four hours a day for eating, sleeping, showering, bathroom and general transition time. This is beyond the level of hard-working this: 

Inhumane abuse.”

I really think that this documents works as a great counterfactual, to this idea inequality idea being the be all end all. 

These people literally have it all, and if you just for a moment think about winning the game, so to speak.

Living in New York, being Patrick Bateman. They are wearing a full face helmet with the inside made of mirrors. 

They see nothing but themselves and they don’t like it. Basically getting to live your full American psycho narcissistic jerk off dream.

Then this survey really shows that these people are deeply unhappy. These people need to be cuddled, these people need a fucking teddy bear and a good carbonara and a little bit of Peep Show and then they can move on again.

Because this is in fact, not even trying to reach and incapuslate some sort of empty object of Desire. This is an empty object that turns out to be a  big bag of excrement being Unleashed into your Soul.

Drug addiction and art school you at least choose for yourself, you know, there's like a degree of freedom in that.

But these people they have to do complicated math all day for a boss that probably doesn't understand the brunt of it, let alone the nitty gritty. 

Work at Goldman Schachs is pure in the sense that It is what it is, it's purely shit. 

People say you cannot spit into the soup, but what if the soup is made out of spit?

I think this taps into like the Tinder idea were people want to be fuckable more than they want to fuck. 

Hedonism is an equation where people 

Seek pleasure, but avoid pain it's a two part equation:

We model and predict behaviours and results of those behaviours. Because if we experience the pain or if we find the pleasure. It's already too late. The limbic system in the end, a fucking. 

Monkey riding an elephant, you know. 

You can't just say like yo, hit me up with some free serotonin, it never be like that. 

These people at Goldman Sachs been working like there's no tomorrow, or better yet, like there is only tomorrow. 

They have the leeches on the corpse and they're opening up the veins. It's much better to be a vagabond who takes ecstasy up the ass and put soy sauce in the bath instead of bath salts. because they ran out. All the while eating Chinese takeout that floats in the bathtub. 

Be on the run with your Capri Sun. 

Because what these people don't know. Is that your brain doesn't know but your heart can tell. 

Gotta love The Baroque end of hyper individualism. 

It's literally better to Doom scroll. This is not Demi abusive. This is abusive abusive. 

And these hyper Capitalist managerial class bosses that usually just like come back to the Shaggy defence; It wasn't me. 

Chapter 4 Contorno 

Zucchine alla poverella

Cross country lines. Olive oil and butter. 

I think it's really time to end the self-depreciating humour. It's much more fun to make absurd jokes that are self-confident in a way. 

Accept the Absurd, the I want to die Twitter joke has itself died. It is really 2014 and in a not such a healthy way. 

I'll be the king of your Castle. There's more options than ever. Just pick one. You're good at huh Orr so and so? Don't follow your passion, your passion will follow what you're good at so, nobody is born with a passion for tax auditing, yet there are people who are good at it. Make your life absurd, it will soon become your passion. 

But I'm not talking some British humour absurdity. No. No, it's again like my previous episode, It should be artisanal absurdity.

A Postmodern calzone,

Chicken durum with basil 

Rhizomatic Risotto 

You name it. 

Don't give up on life. Don’t ever get a dog and make sure you don’t pet a burning dog.

To quote Mark Blyth

“But here's the what to this year's wonderful thing about the United States and it's the old Mel Brooks line on this one. It's good to be the king but because the United States is a barbell economy ever picked up a barbell on a gym the reason you can lift a lot of Weights because of perfectly balanced on both sides and you know, 

This is the only barbell economy, when things are going well everywhere people come here and borrow dollars and put them aside because you get higher a time when things go to hell in a hand-basket there you liquidate everything turn into dollars and bring it back home.

What ever happens people come to America to make money, on the way up as well as on the way down. :

They expect the American economy to grow 8 percent this year. 

Be a barbell.

I think by far the best weekends are chilling, with a touch of productivity and a hint of bitch. 

I am not in favour of the Belgian weekends were you wake up on a Saturday. You think it's Monday because you partied all week.

Even worse  to me is the Dutch weekend. We need to do things in the house, go out hiking, get a head start on the week, ect, ect.  

The absolute Pinnacle of neurosis is by far the Danish weekend, were one allows oneself a restrained celebration.

One boiled egg. Rigorous cleaning. Hang laundry consisting out of t-shirts in a gradient from white to grey.

This is not event about some optimisation bullshit. 

No.

This Is a dinner table that has to be swiped with a cloth while the guests are still eating. 

Wait, is this happening? 

What time is it? It is 2 a.m. Okay, look. 

I must admit. I love people that are: like stop interrupting me while I'm interrupting you. 

You're per definition niche. And Niche is the best you can get at this moment. 

Welcome to the Matrix 4. 

A theatre of cruelty Made up out of stretchy days. 

Where it's easy to be handsome, but hard to be hot.

Most people have been on 1% in airplane mode for a while now. Surfing on apps where Doom scrolling is literally the business model. 

Most people are probably studiously avoiding

To become too self-aware, and rightfully so. Character development can be entertaining for others, but quite the adventure for thyself. 

Being gaslit by a weather app every day says it's sunny, but it's actually very much raining. 

I think negative thinking is next level big brain. Only Autodidacts are free. 

It would be interesting to have a workshop on the power of negative thinking it's going to be terrible. 

But at least you'll be insane afterwards. Upon completion of the course you will feel the data is in I'm ready to go on a new autistic tangent. 

What time is it? 2 a.m? 

Thanks but I'm well aware of the fucking time. 

Most art has aged like a fine cheese in a humid basement. I think it's time to invent something crappy super fast. 

Let's see if there's anybody d’accord with me. 

I feel right now truly stuck between a German and an American System where German the system is: Working with trade unions and apprenticeships and incremental improvements. So this is how you get for instance Mercedes or  a BMW and You just basically start the company and then 200 years later. You have the perfect car which almost has nothing to do with Innovation. It's just like every time they like to take an ounce of the fucking thing and they make it better and better and better. Where's the American system is much more based on Innovation. But only in the worlds of bits, I guess so you take something like technologies that are invented by the military then they stick them into a shiny box and the whole everybody thinks like wow, that's an amazing iPhone. 

So Steve Jobs is a genius how many of the technology the six critical Technologies and ask them how many of them did Steve invent?

Touch screens? who invented touch screens United States Air Force, taxpayer dollars. Called lodestar TCP IP DARPA

secure Communications in the event of a nuclear attack. Backbone of the internet. Well, so we got GPS United States Navy global positioning satellites. You seeing a pattern here taxpayers paid for all this stuff. Where's your Equity? Sure. You didn't get it. We just gave it to the private sector because entrepreneurs are so awesome. Yeah when they put in a shiny box and we all go aww, that’s cute. 

That has now stalled a bit. In a sense that like the other day somebody else told me like yo, I bought a new iPhone. I'm like, I couldn't be less interested brah, I feel that the iPhone hasn't fundamentally changed in years nor like getting a new smartphone used to be an event and that is in no way an event anymore. 

But has it stalled or was hit a scam all along?

Feel our subject is not is not so much like a puzzle that fights back, some cool hacker type shit. 

You see in spy movies basically a combination between a stress ball a rubrics cube and a squirming octopus in the form of algorithm with a small consciousness. 

Yes I distinct between big and small consciousness.

I feel it's more a collage of puzzles that is like spread over the floor. 

Where the pieces don't fit and don't colours match. 

Yet you don't have the tools to create new pieces. So it kind of becomes this like 

Minestrone of elements not truly forming a soup.

You can pour the best 4 hour stock over the veg but usually does not really lead to synthesis.

Lately I'm quite obsessed with this idea of the trilemma, 

trilemma is of triangle of problems, where you can connect two of the corners, but not the third one. 

So you will have to make a choice. You'll have to drop something.

The trilemma comes about in our work quite often.

Unlike a dilemma which has two solutions a trilemma offers three equals solutions to a complex problem. 

Usually this is in economics, but they're also in daily life. I think a good example is sort of the triangle between money, time and social life. 

You can't have all three you will have to choose. 

If you do manage to get all three, Either you think God or you're a maniac. I think the same goes for quick success and progress. Progress Disappoints the short run but then surprises in the long run. You're not a lottery ticket, and won’t get the cake for free.

That means that if you really work at a problem, you're probably later on will still be confused but on a higher level. 

Either that or you get instant permanent brain damage. 

Again, I would like to welcome you to the Matrix 4, and one on thing is sure as shit the matrix 5, 6, 7, and 8 are well underway.  

Any person with an analytical mind but a cheerful light demeanor is right now stuck in a trilemma between the horns of a bull and the Horn of a unicorn. All three of you laying face down on the bed.  

It begs the question. Why is everybody suddenly doing these Trends reports? 

You see Trends report meme Pages. You see a lot of graphs also, like being cancelled by infographics has become a meme in and of itself. I am wondering is this because people are super future orientated? Is it because they're stuck on this Fukuyamish eternal now? Or veering back into modernism?

This is an American thing where people try to commodify every single last bit of fucking life, by predicting the market, rather than the European version of making a prediction in private and then bitterly claiming victory long after the battle is over. I think this is also what is crazy about these podcasts where people basically just read Twitter into a mic supplemented with some lukewarm takes in between, and then ask good money for that on Patreon. This is something that Europeans could never do. I think they're too ashamed or too self-conscious and they care too much about like an old system of growth and Gatekeepers. What essentially has happened over the last let's say 15 years and I refuse to use the word democratisation here, is a the opening of a transatlantic rift between gatekeepers putting tariffs on content.  and hive mind content mininig. 

To me the thing I look back on with the most hilarity in my mind is the Twitter-Facebook prediction that they would bring democracy to the world through tweeting and posting. 

we went from growth and gatekeeping to a hive mind. 

Free for all 

Why is the top comment always funny? Simple : there is always somebody funny in the audience, 

That makes the best joke. The audience is infinitely funnier than a comedian if they would have given equal preptime and  equal playtime. Besides most Comedians 

are fucking unfunny. 

Look at what's happening in Europe

Here we still depend on Gatekeepers.

Germans still want to do an apprenticeship. They're still want to work somewhere and they don't dare to go into the free for all. But it's not working for anyone else either:

The free-for-all is more random than ever. 

So The Gatekeepers are still like huddled around their Gates trying to protect the last sort of sense of European glamour in a last ditch effort. They're sitting along the Coté de Azur of the internet, I won’t name what it is. They are hoping for some sun but in actuality they are siting there with fucking rain streaming in their face Smelling their Breath, building up in the narrow spaces between their mouths and their masks, After a typical European breakfast consisting out of an industrial cigarettes and black coffee brought up to temperature with cold water. 

Stackzibit K; life on a laptop.

On the other side we have white-with-a-greenish-hue teeth tech bro liberals. 

Have been skimming off the hive mind, trying to organise a Quantum Cannes film festival with a maximum resolution of 600 by 600 pixels. This is hilarious video of Peter Thiel saying “yeah, I thought that like Berlin would be an amazing place to move to for people, that are interested in Tech and Innovation. I always thought that Berlin would be the place where great things were about to happen, and now I've come to the conclusion that ambition is not cool in Europe. And by the way, Berlin is a city where people move to in her twenties to retire.”

I think that these non events I talked about to a month ago are also more prevalent in one's own life. I've started thinking about it and to some sort of mediocaplyse a mediocre apocalypse.

We for instance don't really face hard rejections anymore. It's usually a soft Rejection. It kind of closes in on you as a blip on the radar and then like passes the  Console before disappearing into the distance again without ever having a confrontation. Like a very long mist horn going off in the distance, you don’t see the see, sou don’t see the sky, its just a block of grey mist, you are not event sure if its an actual sound you're hearing or just your tinnitus.

If you get rejected for funding you get an email, and inmeaditly straight after, a monthly newsletter that is impossible to unsubscribe from. 

Just never a chance to look somebody straight in the eye and say no, you are rejected. 

Think it's like sort of taps into  Nicholas Nassim Taleb saying

There's nothing more hideous than excessive refinement: food, dress or lifestyle,

Pasta is the best. Basta!

Kitten heels are the boiled carrots of shoes to quote orange Is the new black.

Shoes, No matter how sophisticated our

choices, how good we are at dominating the odds.

Randomness will have the last part

I think you should embrace Randomness is something new and beautiful and Powerful.

Nothing says corona. I like eating food while over the kitchen sink, underneath a running tab, that washes away the crumbs instantly. While ugly crying. That’s good! A new experience! Who would have thought you would have home arrest for a year in your adult life!

Fuck plates, fuck dishes.

There is without a shadow of a fucking doubt, 

Real quality in being annoying 

Sometimes 

You should be annoying because you deserve it. 

Stop interrupting me while I'm interrupting you. A watched phone never boils 

Annoying people are niche players, in that they add some colour to the discussion, that always strikes me as Eloquent. 

Being annoying can lead to a form of alienation, that Dooms one to be an outsider's to one's life, which is by definition an interesting position. It's not evil but at least dangerous.

I think the transition of the epoch was this:

We basically all transferred from: ‘you live in a society’

To “No, YOU live in a society I live in a meticulously created multimedia novel that no one else is allowed to read.”

I find ideas that make you feel good. Very suspicious if there is something that is like my preferred outcome for emotional reasons. I should be realising that I have a confirmation bias. However, the very brittle Vector 

So I think what you should be doing is you totally ignore the dimension of of how you feel about your theory. It's not that you will avert it. You ignore it. It doesn't matter. 

In the positive not, in the negative is completely irrelevant because you like the outcome of your thoughts. Otherwise, you cannot get to tools you need to be able to disentangle yourself from how you feel about a result for me as a human being. 

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Panna cotta: tra tradizione e fantasia creativa

I would love more and more science fiction from alternative histories. I think they should swap nationalities in terms of like:   What if Silicon Valley was in Lombardy? 

What about a story about New York that had stayed dutch but a fork in history where Belgium had taken over the Netherlands.

A Belgian New York, just imagine the 2009 Williamsburg IPA beer hype with a Belgian touch, My god. 

Fun fact about Belgium, Belgium was the first country in Europe to have economic growth after the financial crisis of 2009, why? How? Because Belgium did not have a government between 2008 and 2010.

Back to the Mediterranean tech hub, twitter in Torino, facebook in Firenze. 

What kind of social media would we end up with? Would it be social media with a Dionysian spirit that has always animated the South? Basically incorporating a shout button on every social platform.

Non-functional, non-regulated, Madness fire and passion invasiveness. 

It is time to Deadlift in your garage, die A Warrior's death under the bar. Come back on your Shield come back with your Shield or on it. Godspeed you magnificent bastard. 

The other day I was at a Gathering here in Berlin. 

So people got high and shit.

Club suffering a loss of identity for over a year.

suddenly one of them, the host, pulled out these these six bottles of homemade hot sauce and started lecturing us on how He didn't add any vinegar to them as the  acidity fucks up your stomach, so you eat as  much as you want without hurting your tummy, the shitting still hurts tho, at this point I said wow, how did I end up at this Cocaine hot sauce connoisseur tasting. God this is really the cons testing the benefits.

This obviously Taps into Randomness has the last word a watched phone never boils. Reality is potentially dangerous vinegar or or no vinegar. 

That's why we spend our lives developing routines and building fortresses, habits and univocal mindsets. 

I think it’s the randomness of these Larps, that can test the self-imposed boundaries and can carry out an attack on our comfort zones. They represent acts of negotiation because they address and question our shortcomings. Besiege your own stronghold of the Mind. Create a small Consciousness outside of the city walls, stab your inner gatekeeper in the back, if you come from inside the walls of your own mind they will never see it coming as gatekeepers are always faced outwards, away from the fortress of univocal mindset. 

Experience the modern classical arhythmic atonal music of the Abyss.

Face ID should be incorporated into swiping and rejection on the web,. So you don't even have to swipe any more or do a dislike or down vote, potentially it could close the app as soon as you see a post by your ex-chrush.

Your eyes should show dismissiveness instantly and there's nowhere to hide.

Infrared light, reading your negative thoughts in subtle but swift eye movements  

Lately liberalism has really been showing its teeth online,

It is this extremely white manufactured grin,  where the teeth are so white that they're almost grey as

all the colour has been desaturated out of them. These teeth actually look less alive, then slightly yellow teeth. 

I think in terms of hotness. Asymmetry will really make a comeback.

That will probably also mean that real life all be interesting if it’s easy to be handsome but hard to be hot. LARP is not Cinema and neither it's theatre. it's not a show that you can watch comfortably on your chair. No one will entertain you. There's no passive audience. Only your co-authors can do what must be done. 

I think that this difference between being intrinsically and extrinsically motivated is going to make a divide in the last phase of  innovation in terms of Life personal life.

I think being extrinsically motivated is probably something like Demi abusive. 

extrinsic motivation  climbs vertically in grand old trees, whereas true innovation which represents intrinsic motivation (you want to do something not just the result) is a high powered chainsaw that moves horizontally, cutting the whole tree down. That’s why elites are intrinsically opposed to innovation; it’s a revolutionary power that renders your rise through the ranks worthless, with social media this now goes for daily life. 

That's probably why I like a lot of edgy people or actually just like boring and mean they want to kick down the three as you try to climb up. 

Whereas weirdos are niche as shit

It's probably important to note here that playing doesn't mean winning, playing doesn't mean losing playing means, intervention without goals. 

Something to harness the allegorical power of narratives without any obligations and without honouring Orthodoxy. That is what I think is what playing is. 

Having nothing to produce, nothing to prove. No one to please or to account for.

Over caffeinated with the goal to do nothing. 

Playing can be an antagonistic act. It's about choosing a creative gesture, this why saying I’m a creative is so cringe, who do you think you are that you have the right to play?

There's probably no better feeling than being in a bar and somebody asks what do you do,

When you say would you do, whatever the fuck is that you have made up for yourself that you do, as a public sort of face value interface to Identity with the world. And then you ask them, what they do, and if they then say “I am a creative.” My day is fucking made.

That is just the best thing. 

I think that's in the end. The the meaning of LARP is found in her Reciprocal Relationship between like form and content.

these aspects need to be constantly renewed. Stories have structural value and that's what basically makes us human. Right? This is also why storytelling is so like Popular in art academies these days, choosing the right story means you are orientated towards the present.

You're playing with the present and you're taking these different elements, trying to make them into a dish That is funny and tasty.

Pointing ones weapons at a Target choosing a battlefield

the need to narrate generates the LARP. 

Not the other way around. 

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a Ristreto of modernity 

Of course, it has to be said that none of these things make me apoplectic with

rage, In even the remotest sense. 

I do think that Europe has been strangely old and dead. tho

Demograpiacly speaking its extremely old, we are not buying fridges anymore. 

Yung lean

Spotify 

Fashion houses relying solely on china or streetwear

Drain gang

Uk Drill

I should also Make it clear this aint some European identity bullshit either, hell no, its geographic. What’s been happening in these places is all I’m talking about.

Berlin became a meme, London a Joke, Paris pure flatulence. 

The rest? Still stuck in the shite. 

I'm not about to shout fire in a crowded theatre. Nobody's going to freak out about this. Nobody heads for the exits. 

Being Smart about the ambition and the Art of living in a 21st century. 

I think Europe needs to start doing what its good at:

Using pasta water in the bong.

Time to introduce universal basic spaghetti

Idiosyncratic, low cost, value driven, craziness.

Ambitious but rubbish. 

Being a Boyfriend that never posts and a Girlfriend the tweets every 9 seconds all at the same time.That will be a good offset against, the AI technology driven round the clock full robotic factory lights out production.

Watch out tho, it is hard to LARP as a boomer, because it requires assets.

Freaks to the front.

And that sense I always come back to Hedonism is an equation that people merely think exists out of the need for pleasure, but they forget it is offset by avoiding pain, a microdose of anaesthetic against reality. 

Simply old feelings in a new experience, that’s enough, sufficient. Art School high-risk mediocre reward.Only talk to people that have image literacy. It's time to cut all Gen X Aesthetics, that means you too, Kurt.

That was it for March, as always 

This podcast was inspired by friends, free jazz, BVG OG moments, shitposting, twitter Mark Blyth

Nothing of this is me, I just put it in a shiny box,

Hope it was not some oblivion level dialogue. 

Im applying for a job at 

Doommans sachs next week, wish me luck, 

I will be wearing a outfit that predicated the 2008 crisis. 

I hope a trashberg will not hit the shittanic

Ciao all’yall 

Thanks for listening. 

So You are asking me for a drastic fantasy?

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If you feel like olive oil larping as dip sauce for stale bread. 

I come to you with good news

we are about to enter a little mood slowly snowballing into a big mood.

Im really passionate and confused about a lot of things my plan is to slowly introduce them to this news letter podcast format. That I think is a nice combination between, images and sound, text and comfort.

When ever I make a graph I have the weird tendency to make time on the y axis go down. 

30 is the new 60, 60 is the new 90, 90 is the new dead. Im recently loving the all business approach.

Full of shit, manic. 

A mood that is unsubscribed from the Netflix of pain. It is rather Subscribed to a premium of 360-video Vr theatre at all times. Let's call it Insanity as a business model. 

Oh ye If there are any terms you might want to explore further, I have hyperlinks in the transcription on my substack. So you know what I’m talking about. I come before you with some humble ideas about:  Life liberty and the pursuit of mania. in the second part I will  explore some ideas about a style: gore-tex rococo, a dark cozy trend, maybe an extrapolation of Cottagecore. I suspect this style will begin Feeding into the Micro mainstream, So this news letter is some sort of unauthorised trend report if you will, like a biography that the subject disagrees with. 

The style of the news letter is Stemming from Craft-core writing. Craft-core has been trending in fashion for well over a year now. A DIY look where everything is permitted as long as it is badly made. Unfinished seams, patch work. Abhorrent material choices, we can’t get enough of it. Overlocked hems. Lots of loose treads with raw edge lettuce hems, crooked zippers. 

Zero expertise creates a sense of style for this clown-esk era. I think Craft-core clothing is a good interlude to a state of becoming perma-artisanal. What craft core writing is, I will subject to a natural process over time. I suspect it will be Very ambiguous complicated and somewhat silly

Who cares about spelling if no one reads anyway. 

All I can say is that, I am speaking to you from a room with one RGB LED in every corner and no furniture. Purple,  red,  green, and yellow light.  These are colours I like and they are shining bright at the moment.

In this world of eternal optimisation, It is good to be pre-occupied with the next step. Yet the next step might be backwards, so we will see how this goes.

Hey, lets get Back on task  We are not looking for a relatively mild mental illness, But full-blown mania

There is no reason not to be manic anymore, reality doesn’t exist outside cultural analysis, let’s see who can out petty who.

Domestic cozy as introduced on the ribbon farm and widely experienced in 2019, staying at home, clubbing is for old people, all that jazz, let’s not go out, have a quiet life. This is no match for artisanal hypomania. This is not millennial individualism- audience inquiry, where-oh-where are my fans?

This is frontline, fire and forget, Call Of Duty Xbox Live chatroom, yo mama, drone execution neurosis. 

Tail end maximalism. 

When I recently saw the release of Cyberpunk 2077 the aesthetics filled me with dread. Until I heard about the infinite number of glitches and bugs plaguing the game. Weather, day, night, and time of day change instantly when you bump into another car while driving. People do weightlifting with dumbbells while simultaneously holding a gun. It leads me to say That the bugs in cyberpunk are the only true artistic aspects of the game.  The cyberpunk bugs serve  as a blip in a model making me Think mania is the little mood that is coming

everyone completely manic all the time. But not in a millennial way, looking for audiences in every space, trying to get rewards, that are going to increase through, what millennial individualism thinks pays off, no. They have nothing in the bank of credibility anymore. We are looking at face value pure and unfiltered, mania

“Moooooooooooooom? “Can we have mania from the stock market?”

“No, we have mania at home.”

The good thing about mania is that it makes non-events interesting.

After a full year, running the engines at idle power, I am wondering if this stationary engine  is actually a tire burning, rubber melting smoking hot wheel-spin before The last big jerk off.

Calling the new generation, generation Z is not a very optimistic thing to do. 

BTW the new new generation is called Gen Alpha, I suspect the chief reason to call them that, is some sort of post-apocalypse anthropocene art-show fantasy thinking.

In a way the world is filled with non events, the brown bits of engagement, on the bottom of the pan have been deglazed with natural wine, engagement has been reduced spectatorship at all times. 

The caramelised fond sticking to the pan toning sequences of events have sublimated into a troubled mix were one might claim they can still taste the sulphite in the natural wine, but everyone else knows the natural whine cult is claiming deterministic agency over things that are distributed at random, either that or they are allergic. 

In this cloudy broth, you should take stock.

Reference yourself. All other references are forbidden now. Quoting oneself is a fairly wise alternative to sublimating other peoples words, it's a creepy manifestation that serves the clown-esk era, if the simulation fucks with you, plays with you, bugs you, presents you with glitches, it's time to get the saxophone out. Why scream into the void if you can perform a solo.

Ask a manic what keeps them awake at night and they will say:

Nothing! I keep other people awake at night. 

Manic, is winning at chess in an authoritarian way, silent. Not explaining what you did, when the opponent blundered their queen, when and why you castled. Manic, is not this post modern shared learning experience-winning, 

Winning and then humiliating the opponent even further by explaining how and why they have lost, and what you could have done better.

I prefer: chad winning. Queen to E4, mate!. You do the dishes! thanks for cooking!

Strong emotions. 

Gut feelings are never wrong.  

Of course fucking of course  

I think that's why a lot of people needed a  change of pace including me. Movies don't do anything anymore. You can't really watch them, it's too boring.

I loudly exhale three times subsiding anxiety that comes back as soon as the breathing exercise seizes. Auto-refresh! stalk! Tweet! Regret! Retweet again, they are  Part of the ambience of culture of my whole life. Before going on social media

Put the pan on high heat for 10 minutes, before adding the bone chilled meat. The loss of heat in the pan is the perfect temperature. Evaporate the water. Allow the flavours to mature. Exhale again and again.

If you are like me deeply deeply done with dinners, you will have to act. If escapism becomes powerless, you have to go behind enemy lines in the living room. Sometimes you should hide behind the couch even when nobody is watching. Think about ordering food. Overcome great adversity by cooking yourself.

Leave the plate out on the dinner table. Your desk, your home made armchair, constructed out of cloths of dubious origin and materials with untraceable contexts or wherever the fuck you eat, as long as its not behind the laptop. 

Let the food go cold

Circle the food for hours 

Stare at it

Growl at it 

Laugh at it. 

Eat half throw, other half in the bin.

Stay hungry.

I call this predator mania 

Next day. Take the food out of the bin

Offer it to your roommate. 

Ego Dumpster diving is hyperlocal punk adjacent.

Taking drugs is about anticipation. It is the taking that is fun, not so much the being high. It is an S curve In a way. Although seeing talking tofu in the rotting leftovers punctuated by contracted proteins on the couch on shrooms, Is better to see your self, than In some crap cinema.

The symptoms of mania include elevated mood (either euphoric or irritable), flight of ideas and pressure of speech, increased energy, decreased need and desire for sleep, and hyperactivity. 

They are most plainly evident in fully developed hypomanic states. However, in full-blown mania, they undergo progressively severe exacerbations and become more and more obscured by other signs and symptoms, such as delusions and fragmentation of behavior.

I now strongly believe that more automation equals more mania, this is a simple energy management problem. Imagine being all fired up behind the wheel of your car, stuck in a traffic jam.You're angry, but there are tasks to complete, switch lanes. Start stop start stop. Now imagine that same situation in an autonomous vehicle yet bearing the privacy that no train has. What are you going to do?

tweet, of course 

of course 

fucking of course. 

Demonstrations are useful no matter how marginal because people do not actually remember silence. They remember events, more silence, more energy left over from tasks that are now automated simply must mean more tail spin into self created dramatic situations, all this time and nothing to do gives you plenty of room to organise your petty thoughts. And if one is to stay insane, It is absolutely crucial to create micro events during the day. 

Create a poorly written problem. Obsess over it without telling anyone. Make a terrible decision.

Let developments follow in rapid succession, divert attention to something else, never look back  until you are laying awake trying to sleep 6 years later on a Tuesday at 2 am before a job interview. 

Make a painting on a towel using lots of cadmium red., let it partly dry, go in the shower, use no soap. Especially no shampoo, never use shampoo.

Shampoo is really a PysOp to me, As soon as I saw you could buy, shampoo for damaged hair, I thought this: well, who do you think damaged the hair?

Put shower as hot as possible. Get out of the shower, take the towel it the almost dry to the touch wet paint on it. Proceed to make the most abstract ass body paint ever using the towel.Take lots of obligatory mirror selfies.

Tag Renzo piano on twitter. 

This manic epoch will be different from the LARP epoch. In the Larp epoch, the Larp should come to you, you should be stuck in the larp, if you do the larp its just a larp that’s not what larping means, it is about a loss of control. 

Now I think its time not to do, but to create larps for oneself and the other. Create a live multimedia novel were-in things have taste, Were things matter, where you can map out identification points. 

Goretex rococo, mania from the periphery of style. 

I love that people are complaining that there is only nostalgia, in trends  and are constantly talking about the ever shorter trend cycle, 

but then simultaneously debate the exact time frame of the last good year, without having an eye for the new trends. 

Was it 2015?

13?

11 maybe.

Perhaps 

2015: Mark fisher and John Galliano walk into a bar

John says: This is insane and solves nothing 

Mark replies. Yes lets go home.  

Cottagecore? Piss poor ruffles, I do not want a loose fitting dress or baggie pants, no what I want is volume. As Tight as possible, snug fit, as wide a possible.

I am opting for clothes designed in non-euclidean hyperbolic space. 

Hyperbolic rococo. 

Vector space, i’ve got bad news for you buddy, you are out, pack your stuff and go.  No more vectorised illustrator shape-builder y2-fucking-k flowers. My critique of pure reason? It sucks

Hyperbolic space is a homogeneous space that has a constant negative curvature, what the hell does that mean?

Hyperbolic space is pretty ill. But it is hard to visualise, and the math doesn’t give us anything, too abstract.

A hyperbolic space is a curved space, meaning that If you imagine a grid with coordinates, it is the grid itself that is curved, not any objects that might be possibly in it.

Imagine if in photoshop you are drawing with pixels, but pixels would not be blocks in a grid but rather curved, you can still draw on the grid, it just means that straight lines have  a curve to them. 

Let's get into the easiest way to understand hyperbolic space. Let's start off with euclidean and spherical spaces. 

Think off a regular flat lay in 2D euclidean plane that goes on in every direction and has no curvature. Endless grid. We ourself are in regular ass euclidean space. But if we add some positive curvature we get a spherical shell. This is not a solid ball. There's no inside or outside just an infinitely thin two-dimensional shelf. It looks a bit like a globe. 

 So You might think this is Is really similar to us living on the surface of Earth, but there's actually a big difference, and it has to do with light and lines. Think about light bending around the curved space of a black hole, light always travels in the shortest path in a straight line. It's just that the space itself is curved. So if the Earth actually had a spherical space-time, then looking out at the Horizon the light you see what actually travel all the way around the Earth in an arc. In fact, there wouldn't be a horizon anymore. Things would be a lot weirder, yes even weirder than they already are.

The opposite is true for hyperbolic geometry its a negative space, more of a cone shape, there are no parallel lines and every line diverges from one another, the corners stretch to infinity endlessly removed. 

It's really important to stretch corners to infinity. 

Hyperbolic geometry in fashion is nothing new. Crocheting is an excellent technique for creating  2d hyperbolic planes, and is a nice extrapolation of the Cottagecore trend, alternatively you can  stitch a hyperbolic blanket. 

How to crotched a hyperbolic plane. 

So, how big do you want the model to be?"

"Infinitely big, but, like, also infinitely small depending on how you look at it.”

Let’s start modelling behaviour, attitudes, moods, mania and designs in Artisanal space. in artisanal space the coordinates are gestural, erratic, decimals hypercut with a frivolous incredulity. The grid is an endless spagetthification in all directions, no parallel lines, only abstract performative lines. good luck navigating this mania, google maps won’t help you this time. Here in artisanal space only bitcoin amoebas roam the seas. All cases are Edge case when every thing is experimental. Put the Art back in artisanal.

Goretex Rococo to me is a dichotomy that I describe as Gestural vs rendered, but both are viewed through a Hyperbolic prism, they mix in the middle -without ever touching- in the realms of Opulent ornamentation, Efficacious execution, and maniacal material choices  and then they diverge endlessly. 

Sushi. shopping. skiing, these are not goretex rococo 

saffron, sacrifice and screaming, come much closer to me. 

I feel disgruntled, at the lack of an equivalent to stilettos for men.

Chains of banalities can be decoupled and intervened upon. Plead-plead-plead-zipper-rip. Technique is nothing but failed style and style is in a way unimportant. A great sense of style comes with no shame, Technique is a chain of banalities, without intervention. A linear pattern. The dot falls exactly on the line, the middle of the line.

Until some asshole invents Neo-normcore we can surf the wave of wearing Decathlon without pondering if Quechua is the epitome of cool or at the bottom of a pit of despair. 

Let's think about it. Together if you will. 

an omnipotent figure could potentially pull off the worst look of all time, And why would’t they. This goes back to the surgeon example of equal skill, Two surgeons arrive at a hospital. One looks like a butcher. The other looks as neat one possibly can.Which one do you hire, obviously the butcher who had to overcome greater adversity. 

The omnipotent figure would probably wear fleece, but not this tacky tech polar fleece. No. Run of the mill 2 euro per meter 1996-in-a-bad-way bright red with an  orange hue fleece.  Play-fullness is not neat. Who cares that your tech bro jacket weighs 14 miligrams if you don’t have a scale to measure it. 

I propose you bring some life data feed with you at all times. 

Project it on the wall 

Hey Jim “how are you”

Boom (use the lips here) quantum graph projection! 

A squiggly line with snazzy axis!

Diagonal axis

Fuck it, no grids 

Axis move too.  

Every line a graph.

The s curve is coming for you 

The cutting edge has blunted somewhat, simultaneously I think the chamfer is the lowest amount of bits to give something definition, when did tomatoes become so acidic?

I sweep the wet bathroom floor with my towel after shower and use it for two more days Is this? Anti-fragile?

Let’s explore some the key points of Goretex rococo. 

Arrogant yet affordable is what i’m trying to describe perhaps.  Digital design but not a demo reel for Autocad. Silhouettes are tight but sculptural, following and leaving the body as so desired. A deep believe that only weirdos are tolerant.

If we take premium mediocre and take the opposite, 

So: premium mediocre, cross multiply and solve for x.

insignificant is to premium, what excellence is to mediocre. 

But goretex rococo is not interested in  insignificant excellence, 

It is interested in excellent excellence. 

The partial abandonment of symmetry, everything being composed of graceful lines and curves, Like goretex itself (goretex was invented by mistake) abandonment of symmetry leads to happy accidents, born partly of frustration. Getting annoyed enough to pass a threshold of doing something is always good. Disagreement is intrinsically meaningful.If we look at gore tex, this dude was just heating some fibres to get their asses long n skinny. 

He was failing though. 

“Instead of slowly stretching the heated material, he applied a sudden, accelerating yank. The solid PTFE unexpectedly stretched about 800%” 

800 Percent see, hyperbolic tendencies are embedded in the invention of goretex itself.”  forming a microporous structure that was about 70% air.

The very wide use of flowers in ornamentation, an example being festoons made of flowers 

Im thinking rough cut vacuum formed epaulets, as some sort of polymer creme brûlée. Hard and distinct on the outside, soft and sweet on the  inside.

I think clothing with a beautiful lining will make a comeback. Maybe epaulets should be connected with some sort of magnetic rope. Loose on the shoulders, forming a backpack.

For a longtime I have thought about sewing a shirt with a bigger collar every month. Linear growth, make the collar 10 percent bigger every month, never stop, at least not till I reach 800 percent.

But now I’m thinking that could be a hyperbolic function as well.  In Italy goes, the bigger the collar the bigger the dick. 

Just think about the point of a hyperbolic collar. 

Removing friction has been the playbook of silicon valley, for the last couple of years. They are trying to have the least amount of clicks to perform an action. They tried adding tipping to Uber. Add tipping to a Uber ride It adds a step, and we are trying to have no steps. Goretex rococo is the opposite. There are no parallel lines in hyperbolic space, lines will always diverge. Infinite steps. 

Maximum friction for a short period, then move away again. 

In a a technocratic system which starts from the premise that we are all selfish, that everyone is a utility maximising individual, and we're all constantly on the lookout for a better deal, and that deal is always in material terms. 

Everybody always wants more. There's nothing else to human nature. therefore setting up people against each other. It is basically Rank and yank, were you shower your top performers with everything you  can find in terms of bonuses and Privileges, and you unceremoniously humiliatingly fire the lowest few percent. That's whole system that is so deeply corrosive.

It is important to perform deranged-shallow work, make sure you regularly perform a Tour de force of suboptimization.

If there is no collective bargaining power and people, you can still inflate events themselves.  

I basically fully agree with what Bach has to say about this. 

I think Art is first and foremost a dysfunction, where people might see art as a tool, instrumental in some sort of way, a tool for lets say signalling status or for education, hell maybe even entertainment purposes or ornamentation. 

Think its better  to see art as something to capture conscious States

A plus B and create some sort of synthesis. observation for the sake of observation. Because the conscious state is the important thing that needs to be conserved.

It's service. It's a service to something that is more important than all the other things that you could be doing at the same time. Not looking for rewards that are going to increase through what you have learned. But rather, It's trying to capture. A certain structure for its own sake, people who are not doing that. Are sharks looking for liberal growth, and incompatible with dysfunctional thinking. Submit to ideas that are crazy enough not to be untrue. You are unimportant as a subject.

I love It when a friends of mine point to something and say, this is good art

Of that’s a piece, 

That’s why it's good to be manic. Splines of mania have no marginal cost, it can be felt at again and again, fresher, free of all boredom and at a lower unit price than non-events , the emotion can short every possible non event to a greater squeeze. 

suboptimization is important, fine dining with esoteric dietary choices.

So far this consultancy from a hyperbolic periphery

It what Is it. 

This newsletter was thinkfluenced by friends, full moon sleepless nights, 

And mozzarella saffron fattoush salad,

metallic honey tea with grassy or hay-like notes.  

Thanks for listening.