Friday, December 30
In Res Publica 2.0 Dagmar Danko mentions the key role of street art within art in public space: by applying subversive logic and aesthetics it corrupts intermediaries and the claim of legitamacy and with that it makes the discourse on arts fall behind.

Thursday, December 29
Thank God, I don't have to write daily horoscopes. Imagine, thousands of people follow your advices. What an emotional distress. I would add a supplementary remark: It's your decision to read and follow the horoscope. No warranty.

Wednesday, December 28
I've bought the current issue of Kunstforum international. Just to do something allegedly inspiring and bypass the idle state of my creativity. Inside I learned about the mandatory motto of post capitalism: I shop, therefore I am.

Tuesday, December 27
It looks like my destiny is definitely a difficult one. I have to plead and beg, even for things that belong to me as it is.

Monday, December 26
On the party a guy said that having a job was the most important thing for him. Maybe it's about the having, but I know certain people who are the poorest when they have to work. Anyway, I am happy that I am free this week.

Sunday, December 25, evening
To continue. When I approached the door of the ultimate party at 4 o'clock, yes again, the bouncers declared they were still not allowed to let me in. They had to wait the instructions of their chief security manager. So I kept standing outside in the cold, alone, temporarily desperate and freezing. It took them solid 15 minutes to finally direct me in. And yet I paid for the admission.

Sunday, December 25
Now quarter past three in the morning. After finishing our x-mas turkey celebration everybody went out. Okay, today I party too, I decided. Holidays, why not. But it was too early still (10.30pm), so I took a little nap. I woke up at one. When I eventually arrived at the venue people were queuing up (1.45am). Somebody told me that they would let people in only at half past two. Because it was cold outside and my home not far I returned. But when I came back bouncers told me it was sold out. I could try again at four o'clock. Home once more. I'll try it for a last third time. Am I lucky this time?

Friday, December 23
Sometimes it happens again.

Thursday, December 22
African people say Europeans (white people) are like their weather. Always changing. One day they're happy and friendly, the other day they look frowning and suspicious.

Wednesday, December 21
Bad vibes are contagious. I try to fight them. By meditating about my visions that keep me up I establish an imaginary shield in front of me. It depends how strong I am. When I am weak the shield immediately will be destroyed and some time later I cannot prevent letting out a bad temper myself. A bad temper that I never needed.

Tuesday, December 20
I've got an itchy rash as if something that has lodged inside me is now breaking the surface.

Sunday, December 18
Pepper soup. My favourite. Kind of curing dish. Good for the soul.

Friday, December 16
Fortunately other people can think. I've received a text from my poet friend Ivo Zanoni. I am happy to display it here. I very much like how he interferes his perception with his huge knowledge that of course he challenges at the same time. His allusions often make me smile. Weihnachtsgeschichte 2011

Thursday, December 15
When I am tired, I cannot think.

Wednesday, December 7
It's like that. Sometimes you merely have to accept things how they are. Then sadness and disappointment convert into sanguinity and poise.

Monday, December 4
Hmm, I'm just tired. Inspiration has been frozen into an amorphous lump. Words have lost their relevance.

Saturday, December 3
... you know you'll always be my baby.

Friday, December 2
Even when you are miles away...