The Language of Things

The Language of Things

You have to write a message to someone dear to you, telling that person how much he/she means to you. However — instead of words, you can only use 5-10 objects to convey your emotions. Which objects do you choose, and what do they mean?

I figure this should be about someone in real life, thus removing the obvious choices. I should pick the person who does the most for me, that is my long-suffering mother.

First object of choice: my cinema card. The reason being that I consider the cinema to be like a sacred holy place, if I let you come to the cinema with me, then you know you’re on my list of people I find slightly more than tolerable.

My laptop – I use it to show them all the funny videos I make, they don’t really understand football at all and they can only reliably remember Jogi and Hansi’s names but they do like the funny videos I make and the Jogi und Hansi Adventures. The laptop  goes some way to connecting us, without obsessions like this we would have no connection at all, we would have nothing to talk about. Or should I say, I would have nothing to lecture people about whilst they pretend to be interested and/or understand what I’m saying.

The hard-drive – this contains all of the TV shows that we watch, and a lot of crap that they watch that I don’t. Every week they can’t believe that I do this for them, like it’s too nice a thing for me to do, or I must have an agenda of some sort. I tell them I like the hours spent compiling videos and subtitles files, I don’t tell them the truth, I think it’s a nice thing to do, that’s all there is to it.

My book collection – I lend them a lot of books, I like the fact that by doing so I’m widening their perspective, giving them an opportunity to learn about things they never gave a second thought.

This last one is cheating a bit, since the object doesn’t actually exist yet, it’s still just an idea, all I have is a piece of paper listing some details and with a rough sketch of a football stadium – Die Mannschaft Cluedo. The reason I’m adding it to the list is that we sort of came up with the idea together, and we worked on some of the details together. I rarely do stuff with other people, not in a truly collaborative sense, I usually insist on doing everything myself lest other people get it wrong. They were helpful here, coming up with as many good ideas as I was, and they came up with the first choice for the murder victim.

I have to add something about Joachim Löw, despite what I wrote above, but seeing as this is post 147 (two lucky numbers in one) I have to, though what’s written here could mostly apply to any of my previous special interests. The objects: my collection of matches (DVDs blu-rays and what’s on my hard-drive), my picture collection and the alternate universe itself, in this case Löw-land. What do they all mean or represent? Control, there I can be anything or anyone I want to be. In fact I don’t have to exist at all. And other people don’t place ridiculous demands on me that I cannot meet. There people always know what I mean.

I can trick myself into believing that I can belong somewhere, that there is somewhere in the universe where I am not the strange one, somewhere I can say what I want to say, and even if I don’t know it’s exactly right, I won’t spend all day worrying and mentally torturing myself about it. The matches and my ever growing video collection mean I get to do one of my favourite things, observe people, and because it’s a video, I can watch it as many times as I want and I don’t have to worry about not able to watch people without them noticing. A way of being close to people without actually having to be anywhere near them I guess.

And on the subject of collections and Jogi, my latest acquisition is very funny, I wouldn’t have minded seeing this in real life, or seeing Jogi and Klinsi both wearing Lederhosen:


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