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The arousement

I thought I had reached a boar­der during the last weeks. Do you remem­ber Mr bou­vierm? I thought that game thing was over. Do you remem­ber Ellen? I thought that sho­wing yours­elf thing was over.

I am so stupid.

The­re seems to be some­thing in the­se things I still haven’t got­ten into. There’s still the ten­si­on of com­bi­ning the­se things. Let’s have ano­t­her try to under­stand it.

This is Cel­tic­Frog. I don’t know what a cel­tic frog is, do you? Also I don’t wan­na pre­tend after having goog­led all that can be found, that this con­cept belongs to my know­ledge. It just doesn’t. And I don’t miss it. May­be she has a like for the cel­tic cul­tu­re. May­be she thinks she looks like a frog. May­be cel­tic frogs are spe­cial ani­mals taken from a star trek epi­so­de we all haven’t seen.

Any­way, Cel­tic­Frog obvious­ly has a fri­end. And she mis­ses him from time to time. And if you still got Mr. bou­vierm in your mind or Ms. Ellen, you could alre­ady guess what’s com­ing up:

At first glance I thought this was the see­min­gly new usa­ge of “to mas­tur­ba­te”, intro­du­ced by Google:

But no, appar­ent­ly Cel­tic­Frog is plan­ning some kind of erotic game for the night, which does not fit into her boyfriend’s plans. Somehow.

No, I don’t want to go down that road tel­ling you that her guy is try­ing to avo­id to take part in her games.

He’ll defi­net­ly know she’s play­ing that kind of games in the inter­net as well.

The emo boarding

Wit­hin the last tweet we found out some­thing more about the world of man­hood and its chall­an­ges. That topic brought us to the ques­ti­on: What’s the grea­test chal­len­ge of woman­hood nowadays?

Won­der­girl has an ans­wer to that question:


In english: We deci­ded in chick talk that we all want to fuck an emo one day.
The­se girls refer to the actu­al defi­ni­ti­on of “emo” as given in wic­tiona­ry: “A young per­son who is con­s­i­de­red to be over-emotional or ste­reo­ty­pi­cal­ly emo”. I used to pic­tu­re it this way:

In the old days it was a challan­ge for women to “walk like an egyp­ti­an” and other types of adap­t­ing dif­fe­rent roles. The­se days are clear­ly over.
But how come fuck­ing an emo is one of the most inte­res­ting chall­an­ges a woman can expe­ri­ence the­se days? Are the­re more of the­se deci­si­ons done in chick talk we should bet­ter be infor­med about? Do they expect the emo to cry? Do they wan­na have someo­ne insi­de their bed being more stly­ed then they are?

Or do I miss the essen­ti­al point of fuck­ing emo’s?

The brave

Today Mike Ray gives us a spe­ci­fic look into the male world of complaints:

So, fre­quent­ly Mike gets shots into his ass. It does not seem to be that much of impor­t­an­ce who’s shoo­ting at him or what it is, that is shot into his ass. For him the expe­ri­ence of being shot into his ass is the thing he wants to sha­re via twitter.
As you can read he’s being shot into his ass more than once, but see­min­gly the last time was qui­te a while ago. In the mean­ti­me he almost for­got that kind of suf­fe­ring. What he did not for­get in that time was the suf­fe­ring from being kicked into his balls. May­be that hap­pen­ed more often. This expe­ri­ence is so pre­sent in his mind that he thinks he can com­pa­re it to being shot into the ass qui­te easi­ly so that the reader will under­stand him.
What whit­hin both expe­ri­en­ces real­ly dis­turbs him is not the pain, but the “extre­me dis­com­fort”. So as it is not the phy­si­cal pain that dis­turbs you after being kicked into your balls, it has to be a psychic one. It could be a fee­ling of weak­ness. The fee­ling to be kno­cked out. The fee­ling not being ready to fight back imme­dia­te­ly. The fee­ling of not being a man.

Appar­ent­ly the bold­ness of get­ting shot in the ass or being kicked into your balls is the last resort of man­hood nowa­days. At least for Mike. Women somehow don’t do that or can’t do that. But the resi­dence in that resort lasts only seconds and qui­te quick­ly men are expel­led out of para­di­se. What a sad story.

Hope­ful­ly you have a few other hob­bies, Mike.

The lady’s juice

This week’s tweet is in a way real­ly a clas­si­cal one. Twit­ter used to start with the moti­vating ques­ti­on “What are you doing?”. After a while the users chan­ged their habit in ans­we­ring this ques­ti­on into ans­we­ring the ques­ti­on “What are you thin­king?”. Well that ques­ti­on isn’t far away from the for­mer. Befo­re you start doing some­thing you usual­ly think.

The ques­ti­on that comes next to be ans­we­red seems to be: “What is going on with your body at this very moment?”. A woman cal­led Ellen tells us in ans­wer to that question:

This is in english some­thing like “My fin­gers smell of the juice of my pus­sy: Sweet, sour­ly, spi­cy, deli­cous.” And it seems to be in a way part of a move­ment in ger­ma­ny . On top of their natio­nal book list is a book with almost the same topic and also this kind of juice seems to be a new form of pre­sent in germany.

The resent­ments of the com­mon twit­ter readers con­cer­ning the­se kind of tweets are some­thing like: We’re not inte­rested in the­se flu­ids or what anyo­ne does with them. We don’t expect anyo­ne on twit­ter to tell us some­thing about their illus­tra­ted thoughts about them.

The spe­cial thing about Ellen in com­pa­ri­son to others wri­ting about sexu­al acts is that she does not try to sell sex through twit­ter. She might want to pro­vo­ke others and find satis­fac­tion in doing so. Well, we don’t feel pro­vo­ked. We actual­ly do think she tou­ches a bor­der bet­ween pri­va­cy and publi­ci­ty. And she does it that way that there’s not­hing sexu­al left we want to find out about her.

That’s not bad in tactics.

The lady’s juice

This week’s tweet is in a way real­ly a clas­si­cal one. Twit­ter used to start with the moti­vating ques­ti­on “What are you doing?”. After a while the users chan­ged their habit in ans­we­ring this ques­ti­on into ans­we­ring the ques­ti­on “What are you thin­king?”. Well that ques­ti­on isn’t far away from the for­mer. Befo­re you start doing some­thing you usual­ly think.

The ques­ti­on that comes next to be ans­we­red seems to be: “What is going on with your body at this very moment?”. A woman cal­led Ellen tells us in ans­wer to that question:

This is in english some­thing like “My fin­gers smell of the juice of my pus­sy: Sweet, sour­ly, spi­cy, deli­cous.” And it seems to be in a way part of a move­ment in ger­ma­ny . On top of their natio­nal book list is a book with almost the same topic and also this kind of juice seems to be a new form of pre­sent in germany.

The resent­ments of the com­mon twit­ter readers con­cer­ning the­se kind of tweets are some­thing like: We’re not inte­rested in the­se flu­ids or what anyo­ne does with them. We don’t expect anyo­ne on twit­ter to tell us some­thing about their illus­tra­ted thoughts about them.

The spe­cial thing about Ellen in com­pa­ri­son to others wri­ting about sexu­al acts is that she does not try to sell sex through twit­ter. She might want to pro­vo­ke others and find satis­fac­tion in doing so. Well, we don’t feel pro­vo­ked. We actual­ly do think she tou­ches a bor­der bet­ween pri­va­cy and publi­ci­ty. And she does it that way that there’s not­hing sexu­al left we want to find out about her.

That’s not bad in tactics.

The top chemical 500

The­re are not only pure per­so­nal mat­ters that appe­ar as too infor­ma­ti­ve on twit­ter but also sort of impersonal.

This comes up as maga­zi­nes or orga­ni­sa­ti­ons do think they have to appe­ar on twit­ter. I do not know anyo­ne who ever had a plau­si­ble theo­ry on the topic that orga­ni­sa­ti­ons have to go to twit­ter. But you do find maga­zi­nes and orga­ni­za­ti­ons there.

One of them is the ger­man “Friedrich-Schiller-Universität” in Jena. May­be it’s just a stu­dent having fun. May­be it’s someo­ne working for the uni­ver­si­ty lea­dership. May­be some geek. Who knows.

One of their tweets is this one:

In english: “The uni­ver­si­ty of Jena” is now wit­hin the top 500 list of the world’s most cited aca­de­mics in che­mi­stry. Gre­at. Congratulations.

Well I doubt that in a way. Is the­re a list of aca­da­mics in che­mi­stry sor­ted by their uni­ver­si­ty? That would sur­pri­ze me. May­be there’s one aca­da­mic that got onto the top list of che­mis­trists. And what if you can get on such a list becau­se of making a big mistake?

But how come someo­ne thinks this is a use­ful infor­ma­ti­on as a tweet. ‘Tweet’ seen as some­thing that’s basi­cal­ly meant for the moment. Some­thing that is dif­fi­cult to be clear­ly arti­cu­la­ted. And that often doesn’t reach the ones it’s sup­po­sed to be for.

Who’s the reci­pi­ent of this tweet in the eyes of ‘jen­a­po­lis’? Aca­de­mics of their own uni­ver­si­ty? Of other uni­ver­si­ties? Stu­dents to come? I don’t think the­re exists anyo­ne like that in twit­ter. I keep my mouth shut as the first twit­ter user admits he’s due to that kind of tweets inte­rested in Jena by now. Or Che­mi­stry. Or Top 500 lists.

So to me this tweet is very useless con­cer­ning infor­ma­ti­on and addressing.

The masturbation smiley

This week’s tweet is one you could have suspec­ted as that kind of type this pro­ject would have star­ted with. Tal­king about infor­ma­ti­on that is just too much on twit­ter is most­ly infor­ma­ti­on about sexu­al habits.
This is one of them and one that is qui­te compromised:

The sim­pli­ci­ty of the messa­ge turns out to rise a lot of questions:

Does Tony real­ly do that what he claims to do or is he just kid­ding? Is that an infor­ma­ti­on he real­ly wants to sha­re with others? What kind of pro­fit would someo­ne else have with this infor­ma­ti­on? Is the­re no one wit­hin Tony’s world that feels uncom­for­ta­ble with his?

Tony doesn’t seem to bother about tho­se ques­ti­ons. He even seems to be a rather rela­xing guy having the time to post a tweet while com­ing into action. But why is he adding a smi­ley to his post? Does he think: Well, you hadn’t expect I would real­ly wri­te this, he? Is he thin­king adding a smi­ley makes an action cool? Is the same con­tent bet­ter without a refe­rence to smi­ling (bes­i­des on the avatar) ?

Well, think about that. Or rather don’t :).

The nothing

Ladies and Gents, this week’s tweet is THE tweet.

It’s the ulti­ma­te tweet.

It con­ta­ins basics any twit­ter user uses. And it’s more. It’s art.
What kind of art it is, is what we need to find out.

So here’s what the tweet of the week is all about. Doomsham­mer says? Wri­tes? Shows? This:

This is more than just a tweet. This is more than just play­ing a tiny tech­ni­cal game. This is a theo­reti­cal and prac­tical expres­si­on of the nothing:

On the one hand you don’t find a sin­gle viewa­ble sign to identify.
On the other hand and as a result of the for­mer you don’t find any abs­tract infor­ma­ti­on wit­hin this tweet apart from the author’s name, the soft­ware he uses, the star and the time the tweet was made. If you want to talk about this tweet you are urged to refer to nothingness.

It was Mar­tin Hei­deg­ger clai­ming the not­hing noths (“Das Nichts nich­t­et.”). You can object against Hei­deg­ger that his hard­ly under­stan­d­a­ble usa­ge of tur­ning nouns into verbs is not a pos­si­ble way to iden­ti­fy truth. But this objec­tion could fail due to just reve­aling yours­elf as being pighe­a­ded. The mista­ke of defi­ning how to iden­ti­fy truth could lie in your own assump­ti­ons. But without try­ing to glo­ri­fy Hei­deg­ger we have to sta­te that Doomsham­mer shows there’s still some­thing after the not­hing has left.

Lea­ve is defi­ned by Hei­deg­ger with the following:

This is in english: “Lea­ve is the absen­ted arri­val of the hiding of kee­ping the pro­gress in the begin­ning.” So Doomsham­mers’ expres­si­on is both the absence of any tweet con­tent and the begin­ning of any tweet.

So do not let Doomsham­mer fool you by lin­king to his own tweet as a tweet of emptiness:

You might still want to say, we’re mis­sing the point. We’re over-interpreting the who­le tweet. We don’t have any inte­res­ting TMIs left and are urged to lift this up to one. Doomshammer’s just a nerd having fun with his iPhone.

So if that would be right our text would be TMI. If not we would have pro­ven the incredi­ble kind of art of this tweet.

We actual­ly think we can pro­ve our thesis.

We can’t do this theo­reti­cal­ly but wit­hin prac­tise, wit­hin one of the artist’s tweet. Take a look at what Doomsham­mer threw like an unsa­tis­fy­ing pain­ting into the trash bin just a second befo­re reve­aling his masterpiece:

The clever doggie

If peop­le on twit­ter don’t talk about them­sel­ves or their pro­blems, they talk about news, tv, films, other peop­le or ani­mals. If they talk about ani­mals, qui­te often they talk about their pets. And if they talk about pets then they talk about things they did wrong. You can hard­ly ever read a descrip­ti­on of a real­ly right­ful done action of a pet. Or may­be that’s just my per­cep­ti­on. It just seems not to be too inte­res­ting to talk about that.

If twit­ter users do not talk about their pets, but about ani­mals, it’s about ani­mals in their envi­ron­ment not belon­ging to them. Brittt is one of them. It does not slip her atten­ti­on what and how ani­mals act that are near to her. So she writes:

The first thing I thought is some­thing, I sup­po­se none of you thought. I thought: What a cle­ver dog­gie. He comes into the room, reco­gni­zes that the win­dow is open, jumps upon the win­dows­ill and does his busi­ness out­side for not soi­ling the room. Good boy!

Too sad a second later I thought that wasn’t Brittt’s sto­ry. She in a way wan­ted to tell that a dog was shit­ting out­side her hou­se and that she could watch him doing his busi­ness. And the open win­dow seems to be a link to me that she even smel­led that hap­pe­ning through her open window.

I don’t wan­na care. I think my sto­ry is much more compelling.

The schemer

This week’s tweet is not much about fun. It’s in a way just a state­ment. IKEA paid a guy to stay in a room whe­re he’s being filmed all day. This was posted in quiet a few blogs alre­ady. And as Nils now turns out to be one of the top ger­man twit­ter users regar­ding coun­ted fol­lo­wers we had a short look at him.

You know, in the old days action artists did some­thing spe­cial. Some­ti­mes that was dis­tur­bing. And that kind of dis­tur­ban­ce was the essence of their art.
The art of this guy is just to sit and wait. But not in the Sid­ney Young­blood man­ner. He’s just wai­ting in a room for the new IKEA cata­lo­gue com­ing out in Sep­tem­ber and that’s all he does in August. And as the time runs out in August he tells us:

In the moment when he could real­ly do some­thing spe­cial, a thing he could have pre­pa­red him­s­elf for the last coup­le of weeks, he is not able to pre­sent it in a way that does not lea­ve ever­yo­ne bored behind: “I hope the post­man brings the new IKEA cata­louge. I’m real­ly loo­king for­ward for try­ing out my new life.”

Boy, IKEA stuff is not for life. It’s for not spen­ding much money. If that is a top­per of your old life and the star­ting point of your new, we’ve real­ly got no clue how simp­le you are.

If this pro­ject was just a litt­le bit more intel­li­gent may­be you could see some iro­ny in it. For sure the­re are some guys in twit­ter, that sit befo­re their com­pu­ter the who­le day. Seen that way this pro­ject could be a mir­ror to them. But how numb is it to say the solu­ti­on to that pro­blem was shopping?

This who­le thing is an old idea with no new ele­ments and it deals only with mini­ma­lism. A mini­ma­lism that is sup­po­sed to be spe­cial due to not ful­fil­ling expec­ta­ti­ons. Dear IKEA and Nils: We had none. And that’s going to be the essen­ti­al thing con­nec­ted to you.

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