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So the younger and older Neubauten did put on a good show last Saturday. Not surprising, pretty much on the newer side of their work but worth the money nevertheless. Go read a small review by yours truly at last.fm. I am wondering what will come next though. This band always had the capacity to surprise, but those shows tend to resemble each other strongly in the last couple of years. Not that they are not good, but how long can you do that, when you are already 30?

This is most probably under some sort of copyright but I will plead fair use, as it is an interesting experience, George said:

I thought, too, of the man who had shot me — wondered what he was like, whether he was a Spaniard or foreigner, whether he knew he had got me, and so forth. I could not feel any resentment against him. I reflected that as he was a Fascist I would have killed him if I could, but that if he had been taken prisioner and brought before me at this moment I would merely have congratulated him on his good shooting. It may be, though, that if you were really dying your thoughts would be quite different.

The man sure knew how to keep his spirits high.

That and the rest here.

“Natural Fractal” by tanakawho on Flickr

Let’s make today Great Dead Thinkers Day by adding another one, who just passed away:

If you cut one of the florets of a cauliflower, you see the whole cauliflower but smaller. (…) Then you cut again, again, again, and you still get small cauliflowers. So there are some shapes which have this peculiar property, where each part is like the whole, but smaller.

Found at http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-11560101

R.I.P. Benoît Mandelbrot.

On the way to May Stirner, it was autumn. Some trees would not believe it, others had already resigned to its undeniable light.

Past the flea market with its usual amount of astonished tourists and yuppies taking themselves way too seriously, the streets emptied as one came closer to Stirner. It is a calm part of Berlin Mitte, away from the hype.

After the portal, people wear the faces you would expect in such a place. It is beautiful in the discreet October sun. A walk through the whole length of the main alley, some steps to the left, you will then find a small bench under a tree. Next to it lays Max Stirner.

It has been 154 years already. You cannot miss him, as his gravestone is rather large, although as unostentatious as you would expect from him. It faces Bernauer Straße, almost directly against the open air site of the Gedenkstätte Berliner Mauer. This means that, if it never moved (which is most probable), this gravestone witnessed the construction of the Berlin Wall and its consecutive history directly at its feet, so to speak. What would Max Stirner have thought of that, he who loathed any kind of boundary?

If you cannot pay him a visit at the II. Sophien Friedhof, at least do it on Wikipedia. Hopefully you will realize how our current times miss personalities like his.