Showing posts with label Images. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Images. Show all posts

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Lunch Box


We owe a considerable amount of gratitude to A.T. Marshall, whose 1899 patent allowed for us to forever enjoy meals the day after they were made.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Happy Birthday Bill!


Wishing William Clark, American explorer, soldier, territorial governor and friend of the 'Indian', a happy 240th birthday.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Brand New Game


Snagged this classic at a recent garage sale.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Bird's Eye View

The distance between self and ideal can be found in calculation that no one remembers.
On the ascent, we remain still.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Starry Messenger - Sidereus nuncius

Waking up tired is a strange sensation. One would assume that upon going to sleep the body would naturally relax, the brain would perform its subsequent functions, and one would eventually drift off. This is not I, quite the opposite actually. Climbing into the warm comfort of a fortress wherein I, its sole proprietor the majority of the time should feel at home, creates a strange dilemma for me. To feel at home is to feel comfortable, safe, and relaxed in an environment that is recognizable and familiar, one in which the occupant can thrive in or retire into. It is not as if I don't attribute these characteristics to my bed, at times I most certainly do thrive there, it is just the notion of retiring, giving myself over to the beast, that I find troubling. When it is time to quit the day and embrace the starry sky, whether it is in the arms of a lover, alone or some stage in-between, I am compelled by thought to stay lucid and present. When joined by a companion, sleep becomes an even greater issue, as lying awake beside someone is very disconcerting for both her and I. She drifts off while I remain, the subject has been exhausted.


Elapsed, the height of pretension.

Monday, May 3, 2010

In a fast world, safety is number one!


The industrial revolution was really quite useless. - Bhoatman, Rowan (Head of Hospitality and Locomotive Safety Inspector, American Railway Association).

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Some things can be done as well as others


I'm a big fan of sports, though the rules have often been found to hold back my spirit. I just like to jump over shit, and no one does it better.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

At Least You're Alive

- It gives us all something to look at, it's the simplest of lies, and it is within the lack of
conviction that the fault thrives

Between Marseille and Montpellier
We did sit and toast, the dead
Kings and Queens, to men and holy ghosts.
The arduous journey; seated we remained,
Light were our heads, water and sin seemed the same.
The couple seated opposite became quickly unpleasant,
And as the clouds collated I became feverish with resentment.
It all fell down in a seemingly pre-determined path,
Like water running down a long pain of glass.
With heads still spinning the hills began to bleed
Into one nauseating and pernicious, intensifying scene.
Nuclear reactors as common as flowers
Decorated the hills like looming modern towers - we pulled into town.


- And all that needs to be known can be found
By means of party and civility

Friday, April 2, 2010

Bed Spring Jaunt


Sometimes the best way of arriving at somewhere new is by abandoning a sense of direction. - Gluff, Harold. Oxfordshire, England. 1932.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Go off to sleep in the sunshine


If u slipped into a coma during that dream you would have lived the most wonderful life...

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

One Day You'll Love Me

A modern tale of the vicious lust for love, the maudlin and the beautiful.
Dreams of walking in a solemn procession, for the sake of boredom, oh the things you'll say. The dust on the record, Debussy's Suite Bergamasque, cracks and seems to snap back at me. The acrid smell of dust which had accumulated over time on the album sleeve irritates my eyes. I resolve, I fuck with the rotations per minute for the sake of boredom, oh the things i'll do. It's raining outside, but it's sunny inside and the fridge stays cold amidst the warmth. I woke up early, why? To spend time with John and Evelyn, although I doubt the sincerity of their words. Cynical, I doubt it. Existential, probably. Vices, definitely.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

An Imperialist's Sun Sets in Algiers


"Unpack your things, put the picture frame beside your bed.
Your shoes are dirty from walking the red road sands.
And it's to late - the show has already begun,
Everyone can see it in the sun."

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Lawn Mowers of America


Farming is by no means as easy as it may seem, but we take pride in our lifestyle. We'll cut your lawn in under five minutes, guaranteed.

To know grass is to know patience.
- Moss, Peter. King Meadow, England. 1444.