Thursday, January 27, 2005|
lifelogs: my dear diary...should i be posting this? a few days ago, i was reading the thought-provoking composing the self: of diaries and lifelogs by José van Dijck and its first paragraph stuck in my mind,
A recent cartoon from a Dutch newspaper shows a man and a woman lying
in bed, smoking a cigarette apparently after having sex. ‘Do you
keep a diary?’ asks the man to his partner, and upon her negation,
he comments: ‘Good. I don’t like it when a woman immortalises her
intimate experiences with me on paper.’ In the last frame, we see
the woman sitting behind a computer screen and typing ‘Dear
weblog…’, while the man snores away on the bed behind her. In
this short cartoon, we can detect a number of assumptions about
diaries and weblogs, but the clue to this joke is the paradox that
the weblog is considered a digital equivalent of the diary and yet it
is not. [link] last night the above passage came to me again. i was at bed with E., and we were both starving. so, i got up, told her i was going out to buy cigarettes or something and that i'd also bring some food back with me. she asked me if i had a book to keep her busy while i'd be away, and i grabbed the only two novels that were within arm's reach. but it took me longer to get back than i had expected. after three hours (and with no food with me), when i was back inside the house, she was gone, and one of the books i had given her earlier - peter handke's the goalie's anxiety at the penalty kick- was now on the bed, opened in the page in which the following passage is underlined:
Bloch was restless. On the one hand, that irritating environment he was seeing when he had his eyes opened, and, on the other hand, the even more irritating words about things that were in that when he closed them. “Could sleeping with her be blamed?” he wondered. He got in the bathroom and stayed for a long time under the shower.[....]. “My name is Gerta”, she said. But Bloch didn't want to know her name. “Didn't she notice anything at all?” he wondered as she was playing some record.[...]. But those moments everything irritated him even more. He wanted to respond to her, but he stopped, for what he intented to say seemed to him so banal. She started to be aggravated. She walked up and down in the room, trying to keep herself busy with something, and smiled like stupid. Some time went by as she was playing records from both sides. She stood up and then she lay down on the bed; he lay down too. She asked him if he was going to work that day. And suddently he strangled her. He squeezed her so hard that the young woman didn't even have the time to take it as a joke. in the entire book, it is only the above passage that is underlined. and i am the one who had underlined it, not she. was she trying to tell me something? or was it a mere coincidence? i haven't spoken to her since. i will probably ring her in an hour or two, so i'll get to find out soon. hopefully, she won't be very mad at me. 12:15:17 PM  Say it loud [] Trackback []
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