Straßenfeger
Bielefeld wird gerne als Inbegriff von Provinz verwendet. Selbst in Orten, die noch provinzieller daherkommen als Bielefeld. Das ist einerseits der Inhalt der Bielefeld-Verschwörung, der andere ist der Nerv-Faktor, den dieser ‘Witz’ Bielefeldern bereitet, wenn darauf Anspielende meinen, sie erzählten einen guten, geradezu neuen Witz.
Bei der Luhmann-Preisverleihung an Dworkin durch Habermas verwendete der Oberbürgermeister Bielefelds in Anwesenheit dieser Personen der Zeitgeschichte eine geschlagene Viertelstunde auf den Nachweis, Bielefeld sei eben keine Provinz. Es gibt wohl keinen besseren Beweis dafür, dass Bielefeld Provinz ist, als dass man für die Ausbreitung der Gegenthese länger als eine Viertelstunde braucht.
Das Provinzielle wird aber kaum ein Bielefelder bestreiten. Dabei ist die Möglichkeit der Mobilität, denke ich, wesentlich bedeutsamer für die Darstellung des eigenen qualitativen Lebensstils als der momentane Aufenthaltsort.
Aber es gibt Kleinigkeiten, da spielt sich das Provinzielle eben aus. Jeder Bielefelder, zum Beispiel, kennt die “Begleitmusik” der Stadtbahn. Steigt man an der Endhaltestelle aus, knarzt eine Frauenstimme beharrlich “Mobil sagt tschüss, bis zum nächsten Mal.”. Und ich glaube, genauso beharrlich, lässt sich der gemeine Stadtbahnfahrer nicht ernsthaft von einer Tonbandstimme grüßen.
Zum anderen wird an der Haltestelle “Hauptbahnhof” eine Klingeltonversion Beethovens Für Elise zur Vertreibung der ortsansässigen Penner verwendet. Der Erfolg dieser Aktion ist, dass man die Penner sage und schreibe 5 Meter links und rechts in die Flucht geschlagen hat. Wenn überhaupt. Wäre ich Initiator ihrer, würde ich sagen, die Aktion ist suboptimal gelaufen, das Ziel eigentlich verfehlt. Müsste das der Verantwortliche nicht auch denken? Nur dann nicht, wenn es gar kein Ziel gegeben hat oder das Ziel oder die Aktion vergessen wurde. Sowas ist in der Provinz aber eben okay. Ein Aufmucken wird es da so wenig geben wie Danksagungen irgendwelcher Bürger: “Liebe Stadt Bielefeld, vielen Dank für diesen Beethoven-Klingelton, der die Penner nervt. Er nervt uns zwar noch mehr, da er uns das elendige Rumstehen an der düsteren Haltestelle frühzeitig ankündigt. Aber diese akustische Belästigung ist eigentlich nichts gegen die vormals visuelle.”
Anhand derartiger Aktionen manifestiert sich Provinzialität, gesehen als Rückständigkeit, wesentlich intensiver als an geographischer Lage.
Dass man die Straßen Bielefelds auch anders leergefegt bekommt, durfte little_james beim EM-Spiel Portugal gegen Deutschland feststellen:

The top chemical 500
There are not only pure personal matters that appear as too informative on twitter but also sort of impersonal.
This comes up as magazines or organisations do think they have to appear on twitter. I do not know anyone who ever had a plausible theory on the topic that organisations have to go to twitter. But you do find magazines and organizations there.
One of them is the german “Friedrich-Schiller-Universität” in Jena. Maybe it’s just a student having fun. Maybe it’s someone working for the university leadership. Maybe some geek. Who knows.
One of their tweets is this one:

In english: “The university of Jena” is now within the top 500 list of the world’s most cited academics in chemistry. Great. Congratulations.
Well I doubt that in a way. Is there a list of acadamics in chemistry sorted by their university? That would surprize me. Maybe there’s one acadamic that got onto the top list of chemistrists. And what if you can get on such a list because of making a big mistake?
But how come someone thinks this is a useful information as a tweet. ‘Tweet’ seen as something that’s basically meant for the moment. Something that is difficult to be clearly articulated. And that often doesn’t reach the ones it’s supposed to be for.
Who’s the recipient of this tweet in the eyes of ‘jenapolis’? Academics of their own university? Of other universities? Students to come? I don’t think there exists anyone like that in twitter. I keep my mouth shut as the first twitter user admits he’s due to that kind of tweets interested in Jena by now. Or Chemistry. Or Top 500 lists.
So to me this tweet is very useless concerning information and addressing.
Ben Walker — The twitter song
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The lady’s juice
This week’s tweet is in a way really a classical one. Twitter used to start with the motivating question “What are you doing?”. After a while the users changed their habit in answering this question into answering the question “What are you thinking?”. Well that question isn’t far away from the former. Before you start doing something you usually think.
The question that comes next to be answered seems to be: “What is going on with your body at this very moment?”. A woman called Ellen tells us in answer to that question:
This is in english something like “My fingers smell of the juice of my pussy: Sweet, sourly, spicy, delicous.” And it seems to be in a way part of a movement in germany . On top of their national book list is a book with almost the same topic and also this kind of juice seems to be a new form of present in germany.
The resentments of the common twitter readers concerning these kind of tweets are something like: We’re not interested in these fluids or what anyone does with them. We don’t expect anyone on twitter to tell us something about their illustrated thoughts about them.
The special thing about Ellen in comparison to others writing about sexual acts is that she does not try to sell sex through twitter. She might want to provoke others and find satisfaction in doing so. Well, we don’t feel provoked. We actually do think she touches a border between privacy and publicity. And she does it that way that there’s nothing sexual left we want to find out about her.
That’s not bad in tactics.
Why I love twitter
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The brave
Today Mike Ray gives us a specific look into the male world of complaints:
So, frequently Mike gets shots into his ass. It does not seem to be that much of importance who’s shooting at him or what it is, that is shot into his ass. For him the experience of being shot into his ass is the thing he wants to share via twitter.
As you can read he’s being shot into his ass more than once, but seemingly the last time was quite a while ago. In the meantime he almost forgot that kind of suffering. What he did not forget in that time was the suffering from being kicked into his balls. Maybe that happened more often. This experience is so present in his mind that he thinks he can compare it to being shot into the ass quite easily so that the reader will understand him.
What whithin both experiences really disturbs him is not the pain, but the “extreme discomfort”. So as it is not the physical pain that disturbs you after being kicked into your balls, it has to be a psychic one. It could be a feeling of weakness. The feeling to be knocked out. The feeling not being ready to fight back immediately. The feeling of not being a man.
Apparently the boldness of getting shot in the ass or being kicked into your balls is the last resort of manhood nowadays. At least for Mike. Women somehow don’t do that or can’t do that. But the residence in that resort lasts only seconds and quite quickly men are expelled out of paradise. What a sad story.
Hopefully you have a few other hobbies, Mike.
Weird Al Yankovic — Trapped in the drive-thru
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The emo boarding
Within the last tweet we found out something more about the world of manhood and its challanges. That topic brought us to the question: What’s the greatest challenge of womanhood nowadays?
Wondergirl has an answer to that question:

In english: We decided in chick talk that we all want to fuck an emo one day.
These girls refer to the actual definition of “emo” as given in wictionary: “A young person who is considered to be over-emotional or stereotypically emo”. I used to picture it this way:
In the old days it was a challange for women to “walk like an egyptian” and other types of adapting different roles. These days are clearly over.
But how come fucking an emo is one of the most interesting challanges a woman can experience these days? Are there more of these decisions done in chick talk we should better be informed about? Do they expect the emo to cry? Do they wanna have someone inside their bed being more stlyed then they are?
Or do I miss the essential point of fucking emo’s?




