Shawn Huelle

Reading Der Mensch Erscheint im Holozän, Section 3

pp. 40-54

  • Unterwegs drei verregnete Schafe. He fixed a blank canvas to every flat surface in a small, ceilinged cubicle. He then soaked the dogs in paint and allowed them to shake themselves dry in the room. The sheep he squeezed out like sponges.

  • So viel Zeit hat der Mensch nicht. "The Holocene calendar, also known as the Holocene Era (HE) or Human era, is a year numbering system that adds exactly 10,000 years to the currently world-dominant Anno Domini (AD) or Common Era (CE) system, placing its first year near the beginning of the Holocene epoch and the Neolithic revolution. Proponents claim that it makes for easier geological, archaeological, dendrochronological and historical dating, as well as that it bases its epoch on an event more universally relevant than the birth of Jesus."1

[To copy out in one's own hand (in the evening by candlelight) that which has already been printed, is idiotic. Why not clip with a pair of scissors that which is worth knowing and belongs on the wall?]2

  • So verkalkt ist man nicht. Here's what you need to know: cleaning the kettle involves breaking down the alkaline scale with an eco-friendly acidic solution. The easiest way is to use lemon juice or some other source of citric acid. Fill the kettle with 500ml of water, then add 30mg of juice/citric acid. Boil the kettle. Finish by rubbing the inside clean with a damp cloth that has been dipped in bicarbonate of soda. Finally, rinse the kettle thoroughly before using it again.

  • Die Summe der Energie bleibt konstant. Das Summen der Energie bleibt konstant.3

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  1. Wikipedia
  2. a) my own translation; b) "and belongs on the wall" feels so close to "and belongs against the wall"
  3. What I initially read.
  4. On p53, Frisch writes, "und wenn man ein Fenster aufmacht und ein Durchzug entsteht, so flattert und raschelt die ganze Zettelwand." On p126 of my dissertation, I wrote, "Until the barista closed the door just moments ago, there was a fairly stiff cross-breeze blowing at my back and rustling the variously-sized papers tacked to the coffee shop's community bulletin board. The sound was reminiscent of something more natural—"