The possibilities of two laptops and a bow tie

Maybe, just maybe, tonight at New Division. Late till late.
For the birthday, for 2 or 3 things.


UPDATE: Then maybe not.

Missing Toe Run Wild

Champagne and tears.
Whiskey stis kleidwseis kai poikila alkoolia sta rouha twn filwn.
Apousia stis diakladwseis epikoinwnias
Ki ap tin hara.
Pyrotehnimata aypnias me vlemmata stin prosmoni.

O peripatos tis afodefsis, mesa-exw, den afinei topo stin orgi.
To ithos tou pathous epanemfanizetai sta sintrivania vitrinas.
Stamatimenoi se paradromo agkaliazwmaste panw apo vyzia kai
Ta heili sou - ase.

Kai to krasi, krasaki. "Let's Go!"

JC day? Or JB day?

Mr. Brown,

Wherever you are...

I hope you're having a funky good time...

Happy Birthday To You!!!

Ombion: Endorsing Perverted Privacy Since 2003

Eginamen Treiwn!!!
Party details soon.

Remember what I wanted for Christmas?

Someone sent me an email about this

And I found this

And yesterday... I found this:
















I went back to the shop today to buy it....

And I couldn't find the shop.

Don't these fucking Venetians know how to build cities?

Little Stabs of Happiness

From: athensdailyphoto.blogspot.com

Radio Mix without antennas

Dear Ombiouxoi kai loipei (tzi' es' edera)
Along side our blogs, vlogs, glompous, lellous kai veggous, audiovisual resources and hyperlingual kebabs, another of those "just visit for a while end up spending whole nights" website has come to my hands and made itself andy handy in the absence of the conventional signal receivers, regardless to having the cables, the skys and the kosiaris we lack the essentials - that being the monitors, the radios, and the cooking pans. Thus - following the wise advice of my Mathaios lunch companion Aris, well known for gadget speculations - and as the aftermath of insomnia, I hereby introduce you and you to it:
Pandora (to much greater demand following the Zorpa / Zoro fiasco / fresco). Please do not hesitate (or as the direct translation in Malev aircrafts has phrased it "Niwste aftopepithisi na epikoinwnisete me tis aerosinodous..") to simply add an entry (that being a singer / song / genre) and Pandora will open up creating a radio station following the given parameters. E, pale ivrame poskollio

California, dude

Why would anyone want to live there?

Klemmeni Paraharaxi

Pothavmaste!!!

apropos monty python's philosophy football (special thanks to kwstis for youtubing lessons)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mb9KJZjd7oA&NR

=>---O*|

Because I can

e tin dame re paithkia...

thkiavazw tin jai niwthw sampos jai irta spiti meta pou enan terastio taksidi.

nai re. kserw se. epethimisa se.

arxigoi: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY1xjzEG3sg&mode=related&search=

Kwdikos: Hande

[Awaiting Photo]

Litterae nihil sanantes

Poetry used to wake us up. Ezra Pound and Nikos Karouzos. The loud sun and the warmth of cracked radios and old tapes. No vowels. Helicopters blasting out weather reports. The window always half open, an urban post-it note of that other cerebrality, the feet. The re-creations of abstracted grids and enclosed cities after breakfast. Nothing to do with communality, nor sociability. These mornings were the proud equals of nights balancing at the edge of barstools, and the smile of last drops, the smile of last drops, the smile of last drops. An eye to an eye, hands akimbo, apart from the index and middle finger, caressing the asphalt, the ink-stained marbles with our elbows, our scapulae. The light here is not, and we find ourselves praying in front of fixtures and the momentary . The overcast generalisation of uniformity, of the others -note the plural- has substituted excess for overdraft. Decadence for weekends.



A/gain you say?

All I want for Christmas

is you...

with your independent suspension system, your extra shock absorbers, your hand powered window wipers, your removable seats, and your canvas roof...

think about it.
you and me, me and you.

Mood Indigo

There, there is the view from the table where we all sat, all four of us - but just you and me were drinking, drinking, drinking. There the table of June, with yoy, once, and shrimps, and the grilled squid. And there is that painting, the painting which no photograph would ever do justice, and thus not my photographs, but its own photographic reflection in the mirrors. Under it, my table of that September, the moment everything started. It could have been decdes ago, buat it's not. Not yet. And thus nostalgia hasn't yet settled and wants to still be that which feeds my everyday, it hasn't taken the back seat on this horrid ride, only to rush forward at times, at times not unlike this.The disctionaries have abandoned us, falling off the side of small tables, of filled tables, of alcoholic tables. There is that other table, there, the beer-table, in an ouzeri. And the usual table. There is the door, the pavement of the memories lived twice, always lived twice.

My fingers are oily again, the night has yet to come, and the breeze, the breeze and the smog interupts the ouzo, the cigarettes and the kiss.

Giving Up

How easy would it have been to blame the weather, the odour of my knitwear, the after-taste of nights that have only recently gone by. In a sudden, furious attack to all that has been stored, moments before the splendid moonlight. To lift my right index finger towrards a materiality that I have endorsed, to poke what will only be mine. How easy would it have benn to turn my ear away from the breath that haunts me, and has sustained me up to now, and fall pray -'hug!'- the meaningless cries of figures and numerals cubed.

Listening to the emphysima of my long nails at a stranger's wake, abruptly

"History teaches you that dictators never end up well." - Augusto Pinochet, December 2006

prequiem

pou pai re je askomaha e itan na anevi na grafti akou, gia na graftis en kato eferasin athropo je ipe tous pos oi themelioi esahniasasin je eprepe na katevoun oulla mani mani ma itan na enikiazes jiolas pano eperimenasin na doun pos tha anevasis gin to grafeio e, oti eprolaves ekateviken jinon ine enna to katedafisi na gini parking i mithologia tou ipsous san poreia pros to ipsisto ennen pros katedafisi alla mallon epipleon je pou na pai na grafti tora? e sintigxanoun oi pano me tous allous kapou ennavroun na metakinithoun je i nea dieresi en jini pou erkete akrivos pou toutin tin aferesi tou vathous pou to ipsos san anaggea diastrofi - anti epistrofis - tou pollaplasiasmou je men anisihis kapou enna vrethi topos na ta volepsousin prosorina je vlepoume eto opos pamen enna ginoun oulla parking i aerodromia. ta podilatodromia pounta, i toulaxisto kanena palindromio

Macgyver's ultimate kit

Hello Roco'!

Bitting that last, loose peppercorn, sucking on the salt, one plus one songs to eat by.

always/pile γαμίστρα-mone polasela

Μικρά Κείμενα

"I only read short books."
"But... but... the last five years of your research and publications have been on Negative Dialectics!"
"Ah... Yes... But N.D is really just a collection of short books."


These Germans are crazy...

The Devil Finds Work For Idle Hands

1. O Trellos Lagos / Me Oli Tou Tin Krema - Michalis Siganidis
2. Up To No Good - Romanowski
3. Get It On - African Dope Soundsystem
4. I Fall In Love Too Easily - Chet Baker
5. Mexican Blue - Jolie Holland
6. Bosco's Disposable Driver - Flanger
7. Love Will Tear Us Apart - Nouvelle Vague
8. My Alcoholic Friends - The Dresden Dolls
9. Through The Roof 'n' Undergroud - Gogol Bordello
10. Hreiazomai Meres - Diafana Krina
11. Mystery Falls Down - Closer
12. Somewhere - Tom Waits
13. Fantasie In f Minor, Op. 49 - Chopin
14. Jimmy Jazz - The Clash
15. Dicks Don't Grow On Trees - Robyn Archer
16. The Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song - Jeffrey Lewis

Kallitehnides, re!

Stirixte me jai en na gyrw panw mou

Warning: Not to be taken if any form of benzodiazepine medication has been used in the past 6 hours.
Oh! And good things come to those who wait.

Stafidakia

Ekollithi i kardia mou
stin ammo tis sarkas
pou antisteketai stis skies
kai zita katalyma.


Poiitiko tharos kai mnimi tou xeheimwniasmatos. Psahnw ta arheia, opws mas dwthikan, sto ipio klima tis anoias, kai to iliolousto fthinwporo. Ta matia kleista, diadromi kai methi. Gastriki antikatastasi. Den ehw to mpalkoni tou kalinyhta pia, me fovizoun oi imerominies, kai xwrkizw to methepwmeno strefwntas to vlemma sta matia tou profiti.

And the winner is...

Feu! Eftyhws en en o Phil Collins. Eftyhws.



Oso gia tin Kypriaki tehni, o diagwnismos epetai.

yipyipyipyipyip vs børk børk børk

i've always been more of a muppet show fan.

but perhaps i never gave sesame street a chance.

Note to Self

Sto peras tou teliwmou, oi lexeis tou mellontos anikanes na dehtoun tin symvasi tou pothou ws antagwnistiko paihnidi.
Kathysterisi kai ponos katanoisis. Anatasi ws askisi. Kai metafora tou pathous apo to myalo sto stithos.
Xana.
Ki opote.

Anameno tsigaro prosdiorizei tin nefeliki apousia. O hronos den me noiazei. Sto dromo apozitw to mpratso sou. Sto krevvati to metwpo sou sto diko mou swma. Kouvalitis tis mazas sou thelw na ginw. Stohos: i epnalapsi twn 7 vasikwn psifiwn.

Apropos the revolution

Vive le French!

Hoorah!!

From paper and labtop (sic)

Avanti o popolo.....

Sunday paper / Puzzles

Crossword:
Conceptual characterism, of French origin -though mimicking Italian brand name- yet still of the same address as its previously mentioned reverse.
Clue: In red, he can be spotted next to the sculptor.

[Egw eimai siouros o Deleuze en orthodoxos jai en monahos ston Ai-Neofyto. Aftoktonise jai pellares!]

Hide and Seek:
Follow the link to find whose heart has been hiding, after its official withdrawl from circulation, in Chile.

[Almost a pun there! Almost omws.]

The necessity of exterminating G/C στρατοκαβλους; HERE AND NOW!

video published December 1st 2006
(post 06.00 min., please note the dangerous proximity with martyrs' videos)

fathership connection

"Η πρώτη μας δραστηριότητα ώς παράταξη υπήρξε αυτή η επιτυχής εκδήλωση το καλοκαίρι, που άφησε άριστες εντυπώσεις και προσέλκυσε τα πρώτα ενεργά μέλη.

Συγκεκριμένα, η ομιλία του Προέδρου της Ε.Φ.Ε.Ν. Ηλία Σπύρου ήταν καυστική και αποτελεσματικά μετάδωσε το μήνυμα της οργάνωσης πως ο αγών έχει πάρει σάρκα και οστά. Η ομιλία είναι on-line και μπορείτε να την διαβάσετε εδώ. Μίλησαν επίσης ο Μητροπολίτης Λεμεσού Αθανάσιος, και άλλοι εκλεκτοί καλεσμένοι."

(The Only Good Neighbour Is A Dead Neighbour!)

How on earth am I supposed to react to that?!

So long then Parachute.
So long, and thank you.

Have an obsession I can't escape from

[Itoun kapote katharos, me mia tsiefali panw tou tziai mia dipla tou, o kelletsis, + ean den lanthanomai sto topo pou me tsialimouthkia nouregief apefige tes 'sfairai dolofonikai' (07.00 am, 8th March 1970)]

+




[pou toutwn ton gkoulla telika eglitwsame i akoma iparxei thema anegerseis?]

Grafi ki Anagnwsi

...awaiting (one another at) the "limits of truth"


Christo, ehheis elies?
Jester, mipws eheis esy?

ππάρτι

"Επίσης σκέφτηκα μήπως είναι καιρός να οργανωθεί και ένα Cyprus blog-sphere party. Μετά ξάπλωσα και μου πέρασε."

eeee. demetri. klefkoun tes idees mas.