Boys and Girls,
Here comes the transcription of the back side of the white board. Our spontanous ideas for the gameshow. You remember?
- kiss-monitor
- the buzzer
- questionaire 1. for the audience 2. for us
- “Who wants to be a millionaere-jokers (lifeline, help from the audience)
- interaction between person of the audience and performer in the video (via telephone etc)
- the story of the fake-german Popstar “Galaxia” singing in fake-german
- confession-camera
- skype with belgrade
- Jingles / Music with consequences
- Videos of interviews on the streets / in front of the german ambassy in serbia / of the audience, recorded just before the show etc.
margret
(And Georg is going to add the front side of the white board, right?)
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Territoridentity
My dear interspacers,
what an amazing week with you....!
hope, everybody recovered ;-)
finally, as I promised, I hereby post the text I read to you last week.
Whoever wants to do so, feel free, to experiment with it.
Looking forward to what happens til we meet again!
Best, Silvie
P.S.:Reading the text please don't mind the many mistakes concerning the usage of the english language...some words are deffinetely written the wrong way and sometimes grammarwise I am also not completely sure...
anyway, I didn't make the effort to perfect it...because I know you all understand;-)
WHERE YOU ARE IS WHO YOU ARE
A PERSONAL PLEA FOR THE PLAY WITH TERRETORY BASED STEREOTYPES
In his essay “On being European” David Michael Green presents outcomes of Europe wide surveys on the characteristics of identification with region, nation and the continent.
Reading it I realized, that I never consciously identified with any of these optional terretorries.
I just referred to myself as coming from them when somebody asked, and then sometimes afterwards realized, that what I say or do actually fits with the stereotypes that go with this localization.
Thus I decided to give my own contribution to the survey today and fill the Eurobarometer questionnaire.
Before I will do so, hoping a lot of people in the auditorium will join me, I want us all to take into consideration, what an important historical moment this will be in the process not only for shaping my own identity but also the identity of Europe.
Everyone of us is shaping Europe as a whole.
The example I want to give to emphazise that is Me.
I wasn’t one of the children for whom the black forest and Egypt are just a plane flight apart.
I didn’t’ even know that Egypt exists or what a plane flight was.
My parents wanted my world to grow slowly.
I come from a small village in the south of germany, precisely baden württemberg or better schwobaländle.
However this never mattered to me. I was not at all conscious of what this would mean for my future.
It never mattered to me where I came from, I was there, everywhere, it made no difference where. Could have been anywhere else.
My parents plan was to extend my world each year on summer vacation.
Age 5 summer vacation in Bavaria, some hundred kilometers from home.
The children next door come from Hannover. We call them “die Hannoveraner”. They call us “die Schwaben.” and make Fun of our accent and that my brother orders Spätzle when we have dinner together.
I didn’t even know, I had something like an accent, I didn’t even know what it is, but I realized, it defined me from the others as a Schwabe.
My father points out the differences.
The churches in Bavaria look different, especially the towers.
They have what he calls an onion hat.
The Bavarians have Flowers in front of their windows…mostly red and pink and very overloaded…my Mother didn’t like that. I could sense her slight antipathie against the Bavarians in general. For her they seemd to drink beer all the time and therefore a bit primitive.
I didn’t even know, what a Bavarian was, I had’nt met one til then. But I already knew, what I had to expect.
So eat this
Go out of your region: you are your region.
I am Schwabe
I speak dialect.
I love Spätzle.
And this:
If you know what a region is like, you know what its inhabitants are like.
And this:
having expectations makes you meet your expectations
Age 12 Italy, Toscany, still summer vacation.
The perimeter has grown.
I know now about the specialties of almost every region in germany…soutern germany. I’ve never been to the german north however, not even to Hannover.
The children next door, who we pet the cats with don’t speak our language. They stay in the vacation camp all day while we have a well structured plan to see all the places we came for. Sienna, Firenze, Lucca.
I almost feel guilty to enjoy that but get the sense that sitting around with them could also be fun.
I think about my list of friends and pen pals I planned to write to during my stay, maybe I should not do it.
We call them “The Italians”. They call us “the Germans”.
They are fascinated about our blond hair, we wonder why we never get this beautiful teint skin they have.
My father starts to point out the differences:
The Italians speak with their hands and feet and with a rrr like the Bavarians.
They don’t have this strong work ethics like the germans and therefore make siesta almost all day.
I meet my expectation: the hands and feet are there, the rrr and also the siesta.
When I want to go sightseeing at 35 degrees there’s no single Italian on the streets.
So eat this:
Go out of your country. You are your country.
I am german,
I am well structured
Amazingly organized,
I always need a to do list
I stick to my aim even at 35 degree
And I am blond as a blonde can be.
And this:
As soon as somebody doesn’t speak your language, you will find other differences about him as well.
You will once again meet your expectations.
Age 16, I don’t go on summer vacation with my parents anymore.
I make may way to the USA, on my own, everything organized entirely by myself.
My first plane flight is a transatlantic one.
I’m surprised how little all the people I live with know about germany when I tell them, that’s were I come from. Besides Hitler and the Oktoberfest Germany is just one Country in Europe.
Europe, I never thought about Europe, or me being European,
But the Americans told me:
You have all this history in Europe, all this cultural stuff.
Europe is such a great place for partying.
They were wandering why I didn’t know that and hadn’t visited all European countries yet.
I realized, that the size of Germany meant nothing to Americans. Germany for them was something like California. And Europe something like the USA.
Before I left germany my father pointed out differences:
Americans are loud fat and always think they are the best.
I didn’t listen, I know that he’s never met US citizens before, and thus he hadn’t meet his expectations yet.
I pretty much succeeded in going without expectations.
I ignored the warnings about gigantic shopping malls and milk cans as big as half a cow,
even the fascination about high buildings did not cross my mind.
Today it even seems to me I didn’t just ignore them, but didn’t realize that they exist.
The only reason I wanted to go to the USA for, was to get to know the places where my beloved music from the sixties and seventies came from…the Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Jannis Joplin were what I went there for.
And, hardly surprising I was not shocked by shopping malls milk cans or the empire state building…I just recognised them. Because what to be shocked about, if you don’t know, what to be shocked about.
But I met my expectations: In San Francisco and Los Angeles.
So eat this:
Go out of your continent: You are your continent
I am European.
I am Beer
and Pizza and
the Fall of the Berlin Wall
I am Party
And Culture
And interrail
And this:
You will meet your expectation, even, if it differs from the stereotype.
I have a multiterritorial identity. Depending on where I go different parts of it are of more relevance than others.
Or I can give them more relevance.
Looking at this, it seems like the importance of identity based on terretory is still important today, in a different way however:
Because our world is bigger than the world of our parents was, we are not as rooted in a certain territory as they probably were. This makes us kind of lose in a way but this state of being gives us the possibility of playing with the part of territorialy based identities that is left behind: Stereotypes.
I know now, that expectations will be met.
So I can try to make whatever expectations I want to meet.
Even if this will not entirely chance a stereotype, I can create a new one and will meet it.
I want to make the suggestion that today in Europe all regional, national or European identity is a fairly personal selection of fix stereotypes.
In a multicultural, globalized environment we are very conscious about stereotypes compared to our grandparents or parents for whom they were a given.
And we know, that region and nation are just parts of a big variety of identity options.
In many conversations about where somebody is from both parts know, that that they are just balancing stereotypes.
The lowest common factor, where all these stereotypes collide and interact is Europe.
Europe as a melting pot of stereotypes.
A strange tasting cocktail, of which we’ll never know the components.
what an amazing week with you....!
hope, everybody recovered ;-)
finally, as I promised, I hereby post the text I read to you last week.
Whoever wants to do so, feel free, to experiment with it.
Looking forward to what happens til we meet again!
Best, Silvie
P.S.:Reading the text please don't mind the many mistakes concerning the usage of the english language...some words are deffinetely written the wrong way and sometimes grammarwise I am also not completely sure...
anyway, I didn't make the effort to perfect it...because I know you all understand;-)
WHERE YOU ARE IS WHO YOU ARE
A PERSONAL PLEA FOR THE PLAY WITH TERRETORY BASED STEREOTYPES
In his essay “On being European” David Michael Green presents outcomes of Europe wide surveys on the characteristics of identification with region, nation and the continent.
Reading it I realized, that I never consciously identified with any of these optional terretorries.
I just referred to myself as coming from them when somebody asked, and then sometimes afterwards realized, that what I say or do actually fits with the stereotypes that go with this localization.
Thus I decided to give my own contribution to the survey today and fill the Eurobarometer questionnaire.
Before I will do so, hoping a lot of people in the auditorium will join me, I want us all to take into consideration, what an important historical moment this will be in the process not only for shaping my own identity but also the identity of Europe.
Everyone of us is shaping Europe as a whole.
The example I want to give to emphazise that is Me.
I wasn’t one of the children for whom the black forest and Egypt are just a plane flight apart.
I didn’t’ even know that Egypt exists or what a plane flight was.
My parents wanted my world to grow slowly.
I come from a small village in the south of germany, precisely baden württemberg or better schwobaländle.
However this never mattered to me. I was not at all conscious of what this would mean for my future.
It never mattered to me where I came from, I was there, everywhere, it made no difference where. Could have been anywhere else.
My parents plan was to extend my world each year on summer vacation.
Age 5 summer vacation in Bavaria, some hundred kilometers from home.
The children next door come from Hannover. We call them “die Hannoveraner”. They call us “die Schwaben.” and make Fun of our accent and that my brother orders Spätzle when we have dinner together.
I didn’t even know, I had something like an accent, I didn’t even know what it is, but I realized, it defined me from the others as a Schwabe.
My father points out the differences.
The churches in Bavaria look different, especially the towers.
They have what he calls an onion hat.
The Bavarians have Flowers in front of their windows…mostly red and pink and very overloaded…my Mother didn’t like that. I could sense her slight antipathie against the Bavarians in general. For her they seemd to drink beer all the time and therefore a bit primitive.
I didn’t even know, what a Bavarian was, I had’nt met one til then. But I already knew, what I had to expect.
So eat this
Go out of your region: you are your region.
I am Schwabe
I speak dialect.
I love Spätzle.
And this:
If you know what a region is like, you know what its inhabitants are like.
And this:
having expectations makes you meet your expectations
Age 12 Italy, Toscany, still summer vacation.
The perimeter has grown.
I know now about the specialties of almost every region in germany…soutern germany. I’ve never been to the german north however, not even to Hannover.
The children next door, who we pet the cats with don’t speak our language. They stay in the vacation camp all day while we have a well structured plan to see all the places we came for. Sienna, Firenze, Lucca.
I almost feel guilty to enjoy that but get the sense that sitting around with them could also be fun.
I think about my list of friends and pen pals I planned to write to during my stay, maybe I should not do it.
We call them “The Italians”. They call us “the Germans”.
They are fascinated about our blond hair, we wonder why we never get this beautiful teint skin they have.
My father starts to point out the differences:
The Italians speak with their hands and feet and with a rrr like the Bavarians.
They don’t have this strong work ethics like the germans and therefore make siesta almost all day.
I meet my expectation: the hands and feet are there, the rrr and also the siesta.
When I want to go sightseeing at 35 degrees there’s no single Italian on the streets.
So eat this:
Go out of your country. You are your country.
I am german,
I am well structured
Amazingly organized,
I always need a to do list
I stick to my aim even at 35 degree
And I am blond as a blonde can be.
And this:
As soon as somebody doesn’t speak your language, you will find other differences about him as well.
You will once again meet your expectations.
Age 16, I don’t go on summer vacation with my parents anymore.
I make may way to the USA, on my own, everything organized entirely by myself.
My first plane flight is a transatlantic one.
I’m surprised how little all the people I live with know about germany when I tell them, that’s were I come from. Besides Hitler and the Oktoberfest Germany is just one Country in Europe.
Europe, I never thought about Europe, or me being European,
But the Americans told me:
You have all this history in Europe, all this cultural stuff.
Europe is such a great place for partying.
They were wandering why I didn’t know that and hadn’t visited all European countries yet.
I realized, that the size of Germany meant nothing to Americans. Germany for them was something like California. And Europe something like the USA.
Before I left germany my father pointed out differences:
Americans are loud fat and always think they are the best.
I didn’t listen, I know that he’s never met US citizens before, and thus he hadn’t meet his expectations yet.
I pretty much succeeded in going without expectations.
I ignored the warnings about gigantic shopping malls and milk cans as big as half a cow,
even the fascination about high buildings did not cross my mind.
Today it even seems to me I didn’t just ignore them, but didn’t realize that they exist.
The only reason I wanted to go to the USA for, was to get to know the places where my beloved music from the sixties and seventies came from…the Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Jannis Joplin were what I went there for.
And, hardly surprising I was not shocked by shopping malls milk cans or the empire state building…I just recognised them. Because what to be shocked about, if you don’t know, what to be shocked about.
But I met my expectations: In San Francisco and Los Angeles.
So eat this:
Go out of your continent: You are your continent
I am European.
I am Beer
and Pizza and
the Fall of the Berlin Wall
I am Party
And Culture
And interrail
And this:
You will meet your expectation, even, if it differs from the stereotype.
I have a multiterritorial identity. Depending on where I go different parts of it are of more relevance than others.
Or I can give them more relevance.
Looking at this, it seems like the importance of identity based on terretory is still important today, in a different way however:
Because our world is bigger than the world of our parents was, we are not as rooted in a certain territory as they probably were. This makes us kind of lose in a way but this state of being gives us the possibility of playing with the part of territorialy based identities that is left behind: Stereotypes.
I know now, that expectations will be met.
So I can try to make whatever expectations I want to meet.
Even if this will not entirely chance a stereotype, I can create a new one and will meet it.
I want to make the suggestion that today in Europe all regional, national or European identity is a fairly personal selection of fix stereotypes.
In a multicultural, globalized environment we are very conscious about stereotypes compared to our grandparents or parents for whom they were a given.
And we know, that region and nation are just parts of a big variety of identity options.
In many conversations about where somebody is from both parts know, that that they are just balancing stereotypes.
The lowest common factor, where all these stereotypes collide and interact is Europe.
Europe as a melting pot of stereotypes.
A strange tasting cocktail, of which we’ll never know the components.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
TXT: "INACIHCA" or POSSIBLE DEFINITION OF SERBIAN NATIONAL IDENTITY
It is me again.
While I was writing the last post, one thing came to my mind.
Here is the quote that I want to share with all of You.
It is from my fathers book, entitled "The brass soul of Serbia".
It is a bad translation, but, pleas, do not hesitate to ask me for words or meanings that You don't understand.
I don't know why it is important but I hope it might be interesting for You. :)
minja
While I was writing the last post, one thing came to my mind.
Here is the quote that I want to share with all of You.
It is from my fathers book, entitled "The brass soul of Serbia".
It is a bad translation, but, pleas, do not hesitate to ask me for words or meanings that You don't understand.
I don't know why it is important but I hope it might be interesting for You. :)
minja
Zoran Bogavac
THE BRASS SOUL OF SERBIA
"The words Faith, Love and Hope overwhelm a man with light which lasts longer than death.
Freedom is a nice word.
What could be more beautiful to be said about the man than "He is the real Man."
A woman is the word which comforts and caresses ( but it can be a punishment, too, sometimes when it torments by restlessness and senselessness).
Brother is the beautiful word, my brother.
There are so many beautiful words in Serbian.
Serbia is a Serbian word too.
But, is there a word that is more Serbian than Serbia is?
The mot Serbian out of all Serbian words? Spite!
Many bad things can be done out of spite, but they are being done. On the other hand there is nothing good that can survive and last for good in Serbia without spite.
The fine Serbian spite is a phrase that seems too difficult to be translated into other languages! You can find suitable foreign words for fine and for Serbian, but when it comes to spite, you can clearly see... that is not it, that is not The fine Serbian spite. The phrase in a foreign language is not wearing sajkaca nor opanci.
It does not sing when it feels like crying. It does not dance while its grave is being dug. It does not spend money when it is penniless. It doe not continue to struggle at the point when everyone else gives up. It does notdrink beer from a bottle, served at case for beer bottles in front of a grocery shop. It never says to a tax-collector: only the state is more rotten then us, the peasants. It does not speak loud where everybody else whispers. It does not use hand palm a an ashtray in salons, nor does it take off his shoes on the train. I does not smell like flower, when it is in deep shit... No, "The fine Serbian spite" is definitely untranslatable.
The poet Branko V. Radicevic - a macho who used to wear the Serbian soul under his coat, caressed and hugged it a if it was a wounded dove, derived from the word spite a brand new one- the word inachica ... (small and cute spite)
The word Inachica was invented in Guca.
Branko V. Radicevic was certainly aware that spite might be performed even by a fool, whereas Inachica was something that only smart people could deal with.
Inachica denotes when someone can precept further and deeper, as well as that was once and what will be. It is not when one knows everything about things that are considered as non-existing, and believes that what does not exists will appear in future. Because anything that existed in the past will exist again in the future!
When fire is being extinguished, only one sparkle within the ashes is sufficient to provide warmth at an old fire place.
There is not sparkle- it was said. On the contrary, there was!
In the end it turned out to be that way. Well, that is Inachica.
Even when an extinguished fire is being fired up again at a cold fire place, it already warms the soul.
Some people would maybe even call it a wisdom?
They will, eventually, when the fire starts burning.
When a wise man does foolish things, and afterwards is, for doing so, awarded by the people who used to make fun of him- that i how I would present the word Inachica to children, and I am certain that they would understand. It is not visible, but I do know (don't ask me how, I just know!) : there is still an invisible fire in them, who better speak computer language than Serbian, drugs is closer to them than rakija, EXIT means more to them than Gucha, slam poetry than traditional cheering and hip hop than Cacak kolo.
I will not mention the one on the apple and the three. The chromosome map has already been drawn by scientists somewhere in Japan or in the United States. And tomorrow (I jut know!) among the millions of tiny genes the one will be discovered which contains... The Fine Serbian Spite.
You say that there is no Serbian spite left? ... Well, there is! "
RE: (De?)constructing of the national identity
Hi everyone!
Since I really liked Silvie's homework post on (de)constructing the German national identity, I have tried to use the same pattern to do something back. :)
I don't know why, but I have strong feeling that this kind of list can be included in our final product... Maybe because this is the way to discover some kind of common ground between two nations, but also to make fun of stereotypes that any national identity is created from. :)
Silvie, thanks for inspiration. :)
I know your list is just a beginning of an never ending story, but this is what I really like about it.
I even think that we can use it as the game for the group.
Who knows where it can lead us? :)))
See You tomorrow.
Love,
minja
I am Serbian. Serbs are heavenly nation.
I am Serb. I go to The Orthodox church.
I am Serb. My grandparents were communists. But...
I am Serb. I do go to The Orthodox church.
I am Serb. We are celebrating our Krsna Slava, but I can not find that word in any foreign dictionary.
I am Serb. I am lost in translation.
I am Serb. I listen turbo-folk music.
I am Serb. I hate fucking turbo folk!
I am Serb. I had exciting childhood.
I am Serb. My childhood went under embargo.
I am Serb. I want to join EU.
I am Serb. I hate NATO alliance.
I am Serb. EU stinks!
I am Serb. You know nothing on me.
I am Serb. I am not guilty for genocide.
I am Serb. I grew up in war.
I am Serb. Officially, Serbia was not in war.
I am Serb. While we were eating with forks, Americans didn't know about computer.
I am Serb. We are chosen nation.
I am Serb. I am predestined to suffer.
I am Serb. We won on Eurosong contest. :)
I am Serb. Serbs don't know how to sing.
I am Serb. We are the the only nation in Balkans who had their own state from 11th century.
I am Serb. We made countries for Croatians, Slovenians, Bosnians, Montenegrians, Albanians...
I am Serb. I never moved my ass from Belgrade.
I am Serb. I lived in four countries till now.
I am Serb. My country is shit.
I am Serb. I hate Serbia.
I am Serb. I love Serbia.
I am Serb. I love to hate (Serbia).
I am Serb. I am making the best barbecue in the world.
I am Serb. I am eating at McDonald's.
I am Serb. I hate America!!!
I am Serb. I do like Britney Spears.
I am Serb. I will never marry Croatian.
I am Serb. I always fall in love with Croatians.
I am Serb. I had best time of my life during the bombing.
I am Serb. I hate Slovenians.
I am Serb. I hate Albanians.
I am Serb. Kosovo is Serbia.
I am Serb. Kosovo is Serbia!
I am Serb. Kosovo is Serbia!!!
I am Serb. I 've never been in Kosovo.
I am Serb. Where the fuck Kosovo is?!
I am Serb. I am waiting in the "other passports" line on airports.
I am Serb. I am raised on European cultural values.
I am Serb. I am proud of our history.
I am Serb. I am ashamed of our history.
I am Serb. I do not believe in system.
I am Serb. I do not believe in war crimes.
I am Serb. I m never go to church.
I am Serb. I do believe in God.
I am Serb. I am so full of contradictions.
I am Serb. I have no idea who I am.
... and this is just the beginning.
Since I really liked Silvie's homework post on (de)constructing the German national identity, I have tried to use the same pattern to do something back. :)
I don't know why, but I have strong feeling that this kind of list can be included in our final product... Maybe because this is the way to discover some kind of common ground between two nations, but also to make fun of stereotypes that any national identity is created from. :)
Silvie, thanks for inspiration. :)
I know your list is just a beginning of an never ending story, but this is what I really like about it.
I even think that we can use it as the game for the group.
Who knows where it can lead us? :)))
See You tomorrow.
Love,
minja
I am Serbian. Serbs are heavenly nation.
I am Serb. I go to The Orthodox church.
I am Serb. My grandparents were communists. But...
I am Serb. I do go to The Orthodox church.
I am Serb. We are celebrating our Krsna Slava, but I can not find that word in any foreign dictionary.
I am Serb. I am lost in translation.
I am Serb. I listen turbo-folk music.
I am Serb. I hate fucking turbo folk!
I am Serb. I had exciting childhood.
I am Serb. My childhood went under embargo.
I am Serb. I want to join EU.
I am Serb. I hate NATO alliance.
I am Serb. EU stinks!
I am Serb. You know nothing on me.
I am Serb. I am not guilty for genocide.
I am Serb. I grew up in war.
I am Serb. Officially, Serbia was not in war.
I am Serb. While we were eating with forks, Americans didn't know about computer.
I am Serb. We are chosen nation.
I am Serb. I am predestined to suffer.
I am Serb. We won on Eurosong contest. :)
I am Serb. Serbs don't know how to sing.
I am Serb. We are the the only nation in Balkans who had their own state from 11th century.
I am Serb. We made countries for Croatians, Slovenians, Bosnians, Montenegrians, Albanians...
I am Serb. I never moved my ass from Belgrade.
I am Serb. I lived in four countries till now.
I am Serb. My country is shit.
I am Serb. I hate Serbia.
I am Serb. I love Serbia.
I am Serb. I love to hate (Serbia).
I am Serb. I am making the best barbecue in the world.
I am Serb. I am eating at McDonald's.
I am Serb. I hate America!!!
I am Serb. I do like Britney Spears.
I am Serb. I will never marry Croatian.
I am Serb. I always fall in love with Croatians.
I am Serb. I had best time of my life during the bombing.
I am Serb. I hate Slovenians.
I am Serb. I hate Albanians.
I am Serb. Kosovo is Serbia.
I am Serb. Kosovo is Serbia!
I am Serb. Kosovo is Serbia!!!
I am Serb. I 've never been in Kosovo.
I am Serb. Where the fuck Kosovo is?!
I am Serb. I am waiting in the "other passports" line on airports.
I am Serb. I am raised on European cultural values.
I am Serb. I am proud of our history.
I am Serb. I am ashamed of our history.
I am Serb. I do not believe in system.
I am Serb. I do not believe in war crimes.
I am Serb. I m never go to church.
I am Serb. I do believe in God.
I am Serb. I am so full of contradictions.
I am Serb. I have no idea who I am.
... and this is just the beginning.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Skype Session Audio Protocols
Hi Guys.
For everyone who's interested or who wants to have a little laugh about some weird people talking about typical european topics in a very funny english:
Here are the audio recordings from 2 of our skype sessions. The files are rather big, so I put them on rapidshare. Could be worth a peak especially for catching up on past ideas which possibly came up during discussions and eventually vanished into the interspace of our kollective memory before wo could get a grip on them.
I don't know why, but hyperlinks won't work, so just copy the links below, paste, load, laugh, get inspired, change the world and get famous!
best, jo
http://rapidshare.de/files/43539115/INterspace_Skype01a.mp3.html
http://rapidshare.de/files/43543233/INterspace_Skype01b.mp3.html
http://rapidshare.de/files/43546753/INterspace_Skype03a.mp3.html
http://rapidshare.de/files/43550944/INterspace_Skype03b.mp3.html
For everyone who's interested or who wants to have a little laugh about some weird people talking about typical european topics in a very funny english:
Here are the audio recordings from 2 of our skype sessions. The files are rather big, so I put them on rapidshare. Could be worth a peak especially for catching up on past ideas which possibly came up during discussions and eventually vanished into the interspace of our kollective memory before wo could get a grip on them.
I don't know why, but hyperlinks won't work, so just copy the links below, paste, load, laugh, get inspired, change the world and get famous!
best, jo
http://rapidshare.de/files/43539115/INterspace_Skype01a.mp3.html
http://rapidshare.de/files/43543233/INterspace_Skype01b.mp3.html
http://rapidshare.de/files/43546753/INterspace_Skype03a.mp3.html
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Friday, January 23, 2009
(De?)constructing national identity
Hi, everybody in the interspace,
here comes some more messing around!
Since national identity seems to be THE hot stuff these days, I wrote a little text concerning this topic...also thinking about nationrelated stereotypes, where they might come from, how they can be replaced by others, how random they can be, in which form they exist today....
Here you go:
I’m german: my favorite sport is soccer.
I’m german: my decission is between Lidl and Aldi.
I’m german: I’m very giving.
I’m german: I’m very selfconscious.
I’m german: I’m always the first at the pool.
I’m german: most of the times I’m blonde.
I’m german: I always have beer in the fridge.
I’m german: I’m afraid of the future.
I’m german: I have a “Dirndl” in my closet.
I’m german: I’m definetly not black.
I’m german: I’m aware of my degeneration.
I’m german: I’ve never been to the Hofbräuhaus.
I’m german: I have to point out my female leader.
I’m german: You should come see the mountains
I’m german: You should come see the seaside.
I’m german: I feel sorry for myself.
I’m german: I love New York but US citizens are suspicious to me.
I’m german: I’m very ambitious.
I’m german: I’m always at home by myself.
I’m german: I love the green of the hills.
I’m german: I’m in the mood for more.
I’m german: I have no right to be proud.
I’m german: My black red and gold is red gold and green.
I’m german: Actually I’ve always liked to party.
I’m german: Everybody here has a cellphone.
I’m german: I never think about my history.
I’m german: I’m well aware of our history.
I’m german: I never learned how to flirt appropriately.
I'm german: I never eat in the kitchen.
I’m german: how could you not have noticed.
I’m german: Nobody goes to church anymore.
I’m german: I always go by car.
I’m german: I’m on youtube
I’m german: I laugh a lot.
I’m german: I’m always open for something new and exciting.
I’m german: I prefer Burger King.
I’m german…
here comes some more messing around!
Since national identity seems to be THE hot stuff these days, I wrote a little text concerning this topic...also thinking about nationrelated stereotypes, where they might come from, how they can be replaced by others, how random they can be, in which form they exist today....
Here you go:
I’m german: my favorite sport is soccer.
I’m german: my decission is between Lidl and Aldi.
I’m german: I’m very giving.
I’m german: I’m very selfconscious.
I’m german: I’m always the first at the pool.
I’m german: most of the times I’m blonde.
I’m german: I always have beer in the fridge.
I’m german: I’m afraid of the future.
I’m german: I have a “Dirndl” in my closet.
I’m german: I’m definetly not black.
I’m german: I’m aware of my degeneration.
I’m german: I’ve never been to the Hofbräuhaus.
I’m german: I have to point out my female leader.
I’m german: You should come see the mountains
I’m german: You should come see the seaside.
I’m german: I feel sorry for myself.
I’m german: I love New York but US citizens are suspicious to me.
I’m german: I’m very ambitious.
I’m german: I’m always at home by myself.
I’m german: I love the green of the hills.
I’m german: I’m in the mood for more.
I’m german: I have no right to be proud.
I’m german: My black red and gold is red gold and green.
I’m german: Actually I’ve always liked to party.
I’m german: Everybody here has a cellphone.
I’m german: I never think about my history.
I’m german: I’m well aware of our history.
I’m german: I never learned how to flirt appropriately.
I'm german: I never eat in the kitchen.
I’m german: how could you not have noticed.
I’m german: Nobody goes to church anymore.
I’m german: I always go by car.
I’m german: I’m on youtube
I’m german: I laugh a lot.
I’m german: I’m always open for something new and exciting.
I’m german: I prefer Burger King.
I’m german…
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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