Getting lost
Sep. 7th, 2005 09:37 am
My second column for Wired is The Pleasures of Being Lost. "It's worth remembering the value of lostness, confusion and delay in the age of the 0.002-second search." The piece proposes complex systems like the Edinburgh Festival, the internet, Apple's Spotlight search tool, automated web translation and Ian Hamilton Finlay's garden as ways to get—more or less pleasurably—lost.
If you're in the Berlin area and want to get thoroughly lost this Sunday afternoon, come out to Schloss Lanke, the tumbledown castle I visited a few weeks ago. Beautifully set in forests and lakes, this former psychiatric hospital is now a place of galleries, art installations and concerts. I'll play a concert between 6pm and 7.30pm. I think it costs €8 to get in. The weather's likely to be glorious, as it has been here all this week.

SONNTAG 11. SEPTEMBER 4pm Goldmund presents MOMUS / OMO / THE MONOBODY
15.00 live: Jupiter Quartett plays Puccini / Dvorak / Mozart
16.30 live: KRASSNAJAS (Russian female choir)
18.00 live: MOMUS
19.30 live: OMO
DJ set from DJ The Monobody
Directions are here.
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Date: 2005-09-07 07:57 am (UTC)Wired goes literary!
My best advice to new arrivals in Japan has, for a long time, been "Get Lost!"
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Date: 2005-09-07 08:59 am (UTC)It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what Mama said, I’d be at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray.
Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
My mother she’s a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard, Lord, Lord, drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he’s satisfied is when he’s on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim, passes them around.
Only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin’ from town to town.
One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train.
I’m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that Rising Sun.
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Date: 2005-09-07 09:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-07 09:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-07 10:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-07 12:59 pm (UTC)When you make posts like the one today and the one you have linked within today's post, all I can think is...why I am I still in Milwaukee...of course there are a multitude of good answers to that...but your posts of this nature and ALL your travel blogs inspire and encourage people to get lost...
I've got to go read the new WIRED article.
Say, Mr. Currie..
Date: 2005-09-07 07:56 pm (UTC)Momus out of Pandora's box
Date: 2005-09-07 09:06 pm (UTC)der.