Steve Jobs 1955-2011
in effigie
Trust (1990)
- Maria: Your job is making you boring and mean.
- Matthew: My job is making me a respectable member of society.
Der Bettenkauf by Bernhard Victor Christoph-Carl von Bülow aka. Loriot (12 November 1923 – 22 August 2011)
Kermit & Debbie Harry: Rainbow Connection
“ I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
Groucho Marx
Katie Melua: Nine Million Bicycles: The Science Remix
Josh Ritter: Girl In The War (live acoustic)
Anton Chekhov: “The Three Sisters”
- Masha: Oh, how the music plays! They are leaving us, one has quite left us, quite and for ever. We remain alone, to begin our life over again. We must live ... we must live. ...
- Irina: There will come a time when everybody will know why, for what purpose, there is all this suffering, and there will be no more mysteries. But now we must live ... we must work, just work! Tomorrow, I'll go away alone, and I'll teach and give my whole life to those who, perhaps, need it. It's autumn now, soon it will be winter, the snow will cover everything, and I shall be working, working. ...
- Olga: The bands are playing so gaily, so bravely, and one does so want to live! Oh, my God! Time will pass on, and we shall depart for ever, we shall be forgotten; they will forget our faces, voices, and even how many there were of us, but our sufferings will turn into joy for those who will live after us, happiness and peace will reign on earth, and people will remember with kindly words, and bless those who are living now. Oh dear sisters, our life is not yet at an end. Let us live. The music is so gay, so joyful, and, it seems that in a little while we shall know why we are living, why we are suffering. ... If we could only know, if we could only know!
Basia Bulat: Gold Rush (Les sessions du Cargo)
Little Joy: Next Time Around (directed by Marcela Amarante de Castro Nev)
“ Samuel Beckett. The Nobel Prize. What a humiliation for such a proud man. The sadness of being understood!
Emil Cioran, 23 Oktober 1969 (Cahiers 1957-1972)
