I should be working...

You know how it is.

You have a stack of work and you find yourself doing stupid things on the net. So, Celebrity Lookalikes. Yeah. Well, I ran a few photos out of sheer morbid curiosity. They gave me a collection of people that included Harvey Keitel, Matt Bellamy, Clive Barker. Clive Barker. Not even Clive Owen. And Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly?! The nerve!

I can't understand why they didn't pair me with this guy.
Clearly, we were separated at birth.




Chester Bennington on the right.
Oh, and that's me on the left.

We could be the new Mick and Bianca.

a lifetime in a moment

“
For moments together my heart stood still

between delight and sorrow to find

how rich was the gallery of my life.

”
—HERMANN HESSE, from STEPPENWOLF

with thanks to Stan Carey.

Cor blimey!

Where the hell have I been?

I've made a list of topics and checked it about 14 times. As soon as I get two minutes to rub together, I've got tons to tell you. And this includes the Songs That Make You Verklempt.

I'm back and I'm working on it all.

Cheers, dears!

A small hiatus

Hello, my friends.

Please don't think I've fallen off the face of the planet. I've been involved in some heavy changes and challenges in my family's life. At the moment, it seems there's movement in a positive direction but the going is slow and we are eyebrow-deep in concern and anxiety. It's nearly all-consuming an existence.

I'll return quite soon, even if it's just to toss out some random thoughts.

Be well.

I hear America singing

by Walt Whitman

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong,

The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,

The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,

The woodcutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,

Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day—at night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.


Thanks to Charlie Suisman from Manhattan Users Guide.
This was their entry today. Brilliant, isn't it?

A balanced perspective

“
I want to stay as close to the edge as I can

without going over.

Out on the edge

you see all kinds of things

you can't see from the center.

”
—KURT VONNEGUT

L'histoire d'un épouvantail

The synopsis reads: "The End" raconte l'histoire d'un épouvantail
pris en flagrant délit de trahison envers ses congénères.

Which is to say, the short, entitled The End, tells the story of a scarecrow who betrayed his kind.

CREDITS
PRODUCTION: C.C.I. Valenciennes SUPINFOCOM
YEAR: 2005
DIRECTORS: Maxime Leduc, Martin Ruyant, Michel Samreth
SOUND: Arnaud Liefooghe, Jean-Baptiste Saint-Pol
RUNNING TIME: 6 min. 10 sec.

Some extra information can be found at Michel Samreth's site.

—A tip o' the beanie to my friend, the wired ninja artist, Shitao.