::: rabatjoie, September 4, 2004 at 11:31:05 AM CEST
THE VERY RELIABLE
WAVE-THE-AMERICAN-FLAG-TEST
Author Irene Dische was covering the Bush speech for the German paper Die Zeit. Dische said she was sitting in the press stands with the artist and graphic novelist Art Spiegelman when police removed them both from the press stands and questioned them about their T-shirts. Spiegelman's T-shirt said "Pray for a secular society"; Dische's featured the word "Bush" and Chinese characters. She convinced police it said, "I love Bush" (it meant shit on Bush and flush him away) and was allowed to return to her seat. On her way back, an usher handed her an American flag and told her to wave it. When she refused to take it, she "immediately felt a hand on my shoulders," she said, and police quickly ushered her off the convention floor and into a station set up inside the Garden. They called immigration officials to check on her American status and questioned her for over an hour. She also convinced them to Google her on the Internet to prove that she was a legitimate writer. When she called her daughter, Emily, and spoke to her in German, one detective barked, "You don't speak in a language we can't understand here." Finally she was escorted to the street, with the police, Dische said, "trying to make nice the whole way."
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[ Quelle: salon.com ]
::: rabatjoie, September 3, 2004 at 2:55:55 PM CEST
INTER-FACE
::: rabatjoie, September 1, 2004 at 5:13:15 PM CEST
BETREFF: P.
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Mehr in den Kommentaren.
::: rabatjoie, August 29, 2004 at 12:03:29 PM CEST
PARIS - NEW YORK
::: rabatjoie, August 23, 2004 at 4:04:17 PM CEST
Vor mir gerade ein dicker Indianer mit E-Gitarre und Kleinverstärker, der mit Phil-Collins-Stimme Cat Stevens singt. Oh, jetzt "When a Man Loves a Woman"...
::: rabatjoie, August 23, 2004 at 4:01:10 PM CEST
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Volvo, Vorderreifen platt, auf Bezahlparkplatz. Darunter Sand, Kippen. Ein paar Straßen weiter: Das Haus von Serge Gainsbourg.
::: rabatjoie, August 22, 2004 at 11:50:42 AM CEST
PIMPIN' PARIS STYLE
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Den wahren Wert einer AirPort-Karte erkennt man erst dann, wenn man seinen ersten Weblogeintrag aus einem Café in Montmartre gepostet hat.
::: rabatjoie, August 18, 2004 at 1:49:37 PM CEST
Es gibt Tage, die nur Kaz retten kann.
::: rabatjoie, August 13, 2004 at 2:44:07 PM CEST
Jeden morgen fahre ich an dem Rest eines toten Igels vorbei, der, fast am Bordstein angekommen, vor Tagen? Wochen? Monaten? von einem Fahrzeug überrollt sein worden muss. Er ist inzwischen sehr platt und fast genauso grau wie die Pflastersteine, in dessen Zwischenräume er mit jedem weiteren Reifen, der über ihn rollt, langsam hineingepresst wird.
::: rabatjoie, August 13, 2004 at 2:36:52 PM CEST
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Heineken, subversiv, da nur halb ausgetrunken.
