First check out Kraftwerk’s Airwaves, recorded in 1975. Pay attention to 0:16 and 0:40.

Six years later, a small English band called Depeche Mode had a smash hit with a song called New Life. Pay attention to 0:04 and 0:28.

Yeah.

Nov. 21, 1911: Yesterday’s accident at the intersection of Van Ness and Golden Gate avenues, in which a boy was knocked down, calls attention to the need of stricter regulation of automobile traffic. Yesterday the boy was probably at fault, as is usually the case whenever a bicyclist is concerned because of their propensity to wobble all over the street. But there is entirely too much speeding and other disregard of the rules of the road. That part of Van Ness is a regular speeding ground. And when cars whiz around at 40 miles per hour it is time for all citizens to look to their lives before they step off the sidewalk. As for horse-drawn traffic, there are a number of ordinances regulating them. But wagons wander all over the street taking their own sweet time, and on Market Street it is a common sight to see a big wagon, its frame covered with advertisements, being walked down the street close to the car tracks, blocking traffic except for such cars and buggies as have the temerity to dash around. In one European capital, an experiment was tried of marking the asphalt-um with white lines, within which vehicles should be kept. At intersections, a curved arrow marks the sweep of the turn. It is an excellent plan although, of course, it will never be adopted because of its novelty.

Say the cute little four-year-old down the block made a bowl of lemonade but instead of sugar used Splenda and instead of lemons used lemon flavoring and put it in a big bowl filled with ice and set it in the sun so all the ice melted and the “lemonade” got kind of hot and she got bored and went inside and a Labrador retriever came along and lapped some up and then stuck his head in the bowl and got the stuff all up in his nose and sneezed uncontrollably into the bowl for a while. That’s what it tastes like. On ice.

Almost makes me want to try this ready-made margarita. But what would I do with the rest of the bottle? Exactly.

You’ve got an emergency. Who would you call at four in the morning, knowing that they would get out of bed and do whatever they could to help you? Those are your friends. That reduces your Christmas-card list a lot.

(Piers Morgan, TV Host, in Esquire Magazine)

Nachdem ich all diese Artikel und mehrere hundert Kommentare dazu gelesen sowie etliche eigene verfasst habe, juckt es mich in den Fingern, der Debatte einen eigenen Kommentar hinzuzufügen, gespeist aus der Erfahrung von 18 meist schreibend verbrachten Jahren.

Allerdings hinke ich durch das Studium der oben verlinkten Werke meinem eigenen Tagewerk etwas hinterher – ich verspreche aber, morgen, spätestens Freitag ein paar hoffentlich schlaue Zeilen getippt zu haben. Ein erster Entwurf steht bereits.

Most amazing Commodore 64 commercial ever.

If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.

(Mario Andretti, racing driver)

Really really like this one.

You tend to do more if you have a good attitude about things, and part of that is getting enough sleep.

(Sheryl Crow, singer, in an interview in the San Francisco Chronicle)

You might think of Crow what you want, but this is good advice. Seven hours per night are your friend. Really.

If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough.

(Mario Andretti, racing driver)

I think I’m reaching the top speed of my life right now.

Ever since I’ve stayed in this room at the Opus Hotel in Vancouver, I regret that I can’t paint the walls of my apartment to a similar dark, embracing red.

Hinter dem Tresen des Restaurants tummeln sich bis zu zehn Personen, allesamt vietnamesischer Abstammung, wenn nicht sogar alle aus einer einzigen Familie. Die Portionen sind groß und lecker, Bún Cha Gió Thit Nuóng mein ewiger Favorit: Pork Kebab, Imperial Roll und Reisnudeln mit Fischsauce und Salat. Alles in einer riesigen Schale serviert, für gerade mal 6,25 Dollar.

Richtig lustig wird es – böse Zungen würden es im schönsten Neu-Englisch “ghetto” nennen – wenn diverse Überlebenskünstler das winzige Restaurant betreten, um ihre Waren feil zu bieten. Gestern im Programm: ein schwarzer, durchaus gut gekleideter Herr mit Hut, der “girl’s jeans” und “Tuxedo shirts” anpries, alles neu, alles aus vermutlich nicht ganz koscheren Quellen. Ihm wurde rasch der Weg zur Tür gezeigt. Ein zweiter, rastagelockter und ebenfalls schwarzer Fahrensmann war schlauer: Er versteckte sich hinter zwei Blumentöpfen, für je fünf Dollar zu haben. Ob die Tu-Lan-Crew hier zugeschlagen hat, bleibt unklar – wir hatten unser Abendessen beendet und begannen den stürmischen Rückweg auf den Nob Hill.

- Dharma-VW-Bus: $47.000
- Desmonds Not-Aus-Schlüssel: $11.000
- Jins Ehering: $4750
- Hurleys Lotterielos: $5500
- Madonnen-Statuen (zwei Kisten voll): $5000
- Zwölf Dosen Dharma-Bier: $5000
- Jacks Kleidung aus dem Finale: $9000
- Lockes Rollstuhl: $3250
- Daniel Faradays Notizbuch: $20.000
- Hurleys Camaro-Sportwagen: $20.000
- Watership Down, gelesen von Sawyer: $2750
- Jakobs Leuchtturm-Drehmechanismus: $27.500
- Drehbuch der ersten Folge mit Autogrammen von J. J. Abrams und Damon Lindelof: $15.000

Sagenhaft. Im Prinzip alles absolut wertlose Gegenstände, von den Autos einmal abgesehen. Was die Gewinner wohl damit machen werden?

I’m a risk taker. Most of my career has not been a joyful experience, but it has been challenging. I like the dangers.

(Michael Douglas, Schauspieler)