snow glass apples

help

2007-03-04T00:43:00.000+02:00

I was at a loss in Japan

did not know what to pick at the super market

rabbit

2007-03-04T00:23:00.000+02:00

the aztec word for rabbit is tochtli

Borat

2007-02-15T23:31:00.000+02:00

"When I buy my wife at start she was cook good, her vagine work well, and she strong on plow...but after 3 years when she wass 15, then she become weak, her voice become deep, Borat.., Borat...,she receive a hair on her chest and her vagine hang like sleeve of wizard"

2007!!!

2007-01-03T13:45:00.000+02:00

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.

(RADIOHEAD, Fitter Happier-OK Computer, June 1997)

"The Lady Who Sailed The Soul" by Cordwainer Smith

2006-12-02T20:04:00.000+02:00

I.
The story ran—how did the story run? Everyone knew the reference to Helen
America and Mr. Grey-no-more, but no one knew exactly how it happened.
Their names were welded to the glittering timeless jewelry of romance.
Sometimes they were compared to Heloise and Abelard, whose story had been
found among books in a long-buried library. Other ages were to compare their
life with the weird, ugly-lovely story of the Go-Captain Taliano and the Lady
Dolores Oh.
Out of it all, two things stood forth—their love and the image of the great
sails, tissue-metal wings with which the bodies of people finally fluttered out
among the stars.
Mention him, and others knew her. Mention her, and they knew him. He was
the first of the inbound sailors, and she was the lady who sailed The Soul.
It was lucky that people lost their pictures. The romantic hero was a very
young-looking man, prematurely old and still quite sick when the romance
came. And Helen America, she was a freak, but a nice one: a grim, solemn, sad,
little brunette who had been born amid the laughter of humanity. She was not
the tall, confident heroine of the actresses who later played her.
She was, however, a wonderful sailor. That much was true. And with her
body and mind she loved Mr. Grey-no-more, showing a devotion which the ages
can neither surpass nor forget. History may scrape off the patina of their names
and appearances, but even history can do no more than brighten the love of
Helen America and Mr. Grey-no-more.
Both of them, one must remember, were sailors.

Inbetween

2006-10-13T00:41:00.000+03:00

I am in a inbetween
I am in Paris and not actually in Paris
I love inbetweens
There is only yourself (to blame?)
And some other strange creatures
I think humans, probably, but I am not so sure...
You have only yourself to face, sometimes not even that
Great comforting welcomed fog over everything
Time seems to stand still
Glimpses of laughter, recognition, sparcles of worn-out feelings and images
Silence
Vast places
Αχαρτογράφητες περιοχές που αποκτούν ξαφνικά υπόσταση
Έκπληξη, μα μόνο για λίγο, σαν το χρυσόψαρο
Μια φουσκάλα σπάει και είναι σαν να μην υπήρξε
Αλλά ήσουν εκεί και μάλλον την είδες
Κάτι που περίμενες ΚΑΙΡΟ ΤΩΡΑ
Γίνεται μπροστά στα μάτια σου
Είσαι εκεί και τελειώνει πριν να το καταλάβεις
Απλώνεσαι
Σε όλα αυτά που πέρασαν και πια τα βλέπεις με άλλα μάτια
Και νομίζεις πως θα είναι για πάντα
Μέχρι την επόμενη φορά

Now that I know

2006-09-08T11:03:00.000+03:00

What said one snowman to another?
Smells like carrots

so long....

2006-08-12T00:01:00.000+03:00

Πάω να με συναντήσω στην Αμοργό...

τσαφ

2006-07-28T20:34:00.000+03:00

...and then one day you find
ten years have got behind you
no-one told you when to run
you missed the starting gun...

και τότε

2006-07-25T12:06:00.000+03:00

...ένα τσιμπιδάκι κρατούσε τα μαλλιά που της έπεφταν στο μέτωπο...
τριγυρνούσε ανάμεσα στους άλλους με ένα αίσθημα πληρότητας, γαλήνης και της χαράς ενός καλά φυλαγμένου μυστικού...

Disintegration

2006-07-22T22:31:00.000+03:00

When memory starts to fail you
every moment you are a different person

Lost/Battlestar Galactica

2006-06-10T01:10:00.000+03:00

λοιπόν, ωραία κολλήματα, at your nearest dvd club!

runlolarun

2006-05-08T19:00:00.000+03:00

οι ρωγμές του χρόνου πληθαίνουν κάτω από τα πόδια μου
σύντομα θα πέσω μέσα

I have no mouth

2006-05-05T19:22:00.000+03:00

and I must scream

Για να αλλάξεις τρένο στο Τόκυο...

2006-05-03T23:57:00.000+03:00

πρέπει να είσαι μέλος της Mensa.

Ουμφ!

Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius

2006-05-03T23:39:00.000+03:00

"Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius" is a short story by the 20th century Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges. The story was first published in the Argentine journal Sur, May 1940. The "postscript" dated 1947 is intended to be anachronistic, set seven years in the future. The first English-language translation of the story was published in 1961.
In the story, an encyclopedia article about a mysterious country called Uqbar is the first indication of Orbis Tertius, a massive conspiracy of intellectuals to imagine (and thereby create) a world: Tlön. Relatively long for Borges (approximately 5600 words), the story is a work of speculative fiction. One of the major themes of "Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius" is that ideas ultimately manifest themselves in the physical world and the story is generally viewed as a parabolic discussion of Berkeleian idealism — and to some degree as a protest against totalitarianism.
"Tlön, Uqbar..." has the structure of a detective fiction set in a world going mad. Although the story is quite short, it makes allusions to many leading intellectual figures both in Argentina and in the world at large, and takes up a number of themes more typical of a novel of ideas. Most of the ideas engaged are in the areas of language, epistemology, and literary criticism.

(from Wikipedia)

I love Borges!

tea time

2006-04-30T12:05:00.000+03:00

Kanaya, Japan
Φυτειες πρασινου τσαγιου.
Οι ανεμογεννητριες θεωρουνται πολυ ρομαντικες στην Ιαπωνια (...???...), οπως καταλαβαινουμε αυτο το μερος ειναι τελειο για wedding proposals.
Ειναι προφανες.

ΕΥ-ΠΟ? ΛΥ-ΠΟ?

2006-04-25T13:25:00.000+03:00

ΛΥ-ΠΟ

...

Re-enacted by bunnies!

2006-04-13T20:52:00.000+03:00

The Exorcist

εδώ ... a troupe of bunnies parodies a collection of movies by re-enacting them in 30 seconds, more or less.

Αχ Ρόζα, Ρόζα Ροζαλία...

2006-04-13T20:42:00.000+03:00

..πάμε μαζί στη συναυλία...

chaos and harmony

2006-04-02T19:16:00.000+03:00

Shibuya, Tokyo

shrine at Shizuoka

...

David you are killing me

2006-04-01T22:09:00.000+03:00

Σας παρακαλώ, κάντε μια χάρη στον εαυτό σας και κάντε κλικ εδώ...
Ο ιππότης της ασφάλτου ή παίρνει ναρκωτικά, ή ανακάλυψε το νόημα της ζωής ή κάτι άλλο που μου διαφεύγει....
Υπέροχο videoclip-- είχα νεύρα και μου φύγαν αμέσως!

japan φώτοζ σουν

2006-03-31T17:15:00.000+03:00

[stop and look...]

(photo by vasiliki p.)

apart

2006-03-03T18:13:00.000+02:00

art by liquitine

dreamjuice

2006-02-28T00:49:00.000+02:00

τρίζει το κεφάλι\τα πράγματα πρέπει να ξαναμπούν στην καινούρια τους θέση\μπορεί να τα καταφέρω, νομίζω πως ναι\πάντα έτσι γίνεται\και αύριο το πρωί\μια καινούρια παλιά χαρά\θα με σπρώξει

πόσο πολύ

2006-02-21T01:54:00.000+02:00

μου αρέσει όταν απογειώνεται το αεροπλάνο!
σχεδόν πρέπει να κρατηθώ για να μη γελάσω...

πιες πιες της ταραχής το κρασί

2006-02-21T01:31:00.000+02:00

πιες πιες , μέθα μια νύχτα και συ

Edward Penishands

2006-02-16T23:49:00.000+02:00

Φοβερά reviews για αποτυχημένα (...) porn films

http://www.somethingawful.com/horrorsofporn/

ολ γιου χορζ

2006-02-16T23:38:00.000+02:00

eavesdropping

2006-02-08T15:09:00.000+02:00

μου έχει δημιουργηθεί η αίσθηση οτι το νεο status symbol είναι να σου παρακολουθούν το κινητό...

ή αλλιώς: με παρακολουθούν άρα υπάρχω

[artwork by Dave McKean]

λίλιθ

2006-02-08T11:47:00.000+02:00

κλεισμένη μέσα στο μυαλό μου από πάντα, με μανία προσπαθώ να ξεφύγω-
και ξέρω πως τη στιγμή που θα το καταφέρω θα αρχίσω πάλι να προσπαθώ να επιστρέψω

χαχα...γυναίκες!

...

η Σμίρε ήταν κακιά

2006-01-29T17:07:00.000+02:00

ή απλώς παρεξηγημένη

yoshitomo nara

2006-01-23T00:10:00.000+02:00

[lenore by dirge]

2006-01-08T19:00:00.000+02:00

cute!