05.05.2008 :
reasons for my jetlag are many, and they got me wondering why there's never discussion of it
in time travel literature. it must be a nightmare for the irregular traveller. unless
you offset your physical jump with a temporal jump, there's an idea. but then that's something that's never discussed either,
if i go back in time an hour i'll be dropped 67000 miles behind the earth. and that's only relative to
the sun, which makes no sense either. i guess relativity messes it up so much it's just not worth talking about.
start
work 16 hours later, but it felt good washing in an unknown shower.
04.05.2008 :
the city of 6am differs drastically depending on your frame of reference.
if you're the person on their way to work, for whom this is a brand new day, the couple lying together on the
hard marble of the main shopping street are nothing but reckless drunks. you empathise with the street cleaners,
who just ignore them like they'd suck them up into their vacuums if only they could. but if you're the person on their way home,
the one who has survived the night, the couple are entwined in joy. in beautiful and reckless celebration of the new
and glorious morning. it's a great moment, both beginning and end collapsed as one.
02.05.2008 :
it's brightened up now, but i think we've had the worst may day weather in the last 122 years.
which is just what i didn't need, but nevermind that. the march continues.
28.04.2008 :
me and kenneth have been playing some music. it's been metal. and we're getting it down .
the riffs and beats are starting to make some sense. it's exciting. we played for two hours
today and my fingers no longer hurt.
route , it's nice and variable. and the lake is great,
but it's drying up and summer hasn't even started yet. there's a good few meters of junk between the water line and the bank,
it's a shame, but then maybe it's keeping the flies at bay. and i hate swallowing flies. worse up your nose.
27.04.2008 :
it's been a pleasant weekend. spring in full swing.
perfect weather for sitting in christiania drinking hot chocolate.
and finally we can eat dinner out in the courtyard, and all our neighbours say "velbekommen".
hoodies at dawn.
way too much mayonnaise. she just kept on
pumping it, unbelievable. and we went on the ghost train, which was as good as you'd expect. the whole thing was
quite impressive though, that i got up so soon after going to bed and cycled all the way out there.
i got saddle sore so bad you don't even want to know.
starving dog is an interesting issue. i've seen a lot of criticism, but no actual statement
from the artist. and no discussion about why he did it. i suppose most people figure that's unimportant
and aren't willing to entertain the idea that it had worth (i'm not saying it did, i'm just
reserving judgement). i 'like' the idea that anyone there could have helped the dog, but no one did.
either way this is all irrelevant, because believe it or not there are groups that investigate
animal welfare issues and they do their job . although they condemn using animals for art,
they admitted that reports of the installation were incorrect and misleading.
"other than a three-hour period during which the dog was on display as part of Vargas' exhibit,
the gallery alleges the dog was not tied up, and was fed with food brought in by Vargas himself."
infact, the gallery goes as far to claim the dog escaped. whether that's true or not, claims that the dog was tied up
for several days are clearly wrong.
it's not nathalia edenmont, who i will defend, and it's not skinning a cat alive, which i wont defend.
but still, if you criticise it and you're not a vegan, you're just scum.
24.04.2008 :
i've been absent, but mostly not really. i've just been busy with other areas of the site
(namely the freegan stuff ). also i've been
out of action due to an influx of chronic viral nasopharyngitis. that accounts for the last two
days at least, during which i finished frankenstein (i blame its musty pages for my infection, i hate old
book smell, sorry) and the latest jasper fforde book, a copy from the library with all the missing footnotes
nicely glued in.
what the elle? , an
article concerning the elle article on fbi informant anna. or you could just read the
post on crimethinc ,
but judging by the inane comments it requires an extra special ability to understand biting sacrcasm.
sabam (the belgian society of authors, composers and publishers),
we say fuck you .
"Atomium claims to own the copyright on all photographs of this building and their collection
agency will sue you if you show them to anyone. Even if they are just your holiday pictures, you will still be sued.
Even if they are for educational use, you will still be sued."
brussels atomium photo
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