lørdag den 26. marts 2011
Having a bit of a dub-ish step start to my day
fredag den 25. marts 2011
Relativity of another sort
Time: A relative construction
Profit Propulsion, Nuclear Convulsion
Profit propelled greed always precedes logic. How else does one explain the numerous nuclear power stations that have been constructed along and on known fault lines and quake zones around the world ?
mandag den 21. marts 2011
Nuclear Energy: Friend or Foe
lørdag den 19. marts 2011
torsdag den 17. marts 2011
On an Insomnia train bound south
Bored amongst the brethren beaten, beneath the bequeathed and benign. Time stands still and the ticking tinge and twirl of transcendence ascends to cadence. Condensed, cold, calm and composed like withering white whirlwinds of scarlet snow outside my window wooded and withdrawn from the vissisitudes of the past, the cast, the senescent and the present.
Nicole Moudaber at Culture Box
Copenhagen's veritable bastion of all music electronic and techno celebrates the 4th birthday of the city's only exclusively house music night, What Happens, this Saturday. Headlining the marquee event is none other than Nicole Moudaber, the charming, eccentric-haired starlet that's been turning heads on the electronic music scene for the last couple of years.
søndag den 13. marts 2011
Paris mon amour
Dear
I could tell you that you make me feel on top of the world and that life has never been better, yet even so my friend, I would tell you but a fraction of what my thoughts are, convey to your discerning ears a mere shudder of the quake that trembles within me. The spring colours sing softly to my thoughts; the dainty kiss of the departing winter, the gentle thud of spring landing.
You have received me well, as you always do and we have wined, dined, defined and redefined as indeed we always do. I find you in pleasant health, bursting at the seams with energy and sophistication. Yet your sultry and cynical nature doth manifest themselves every now and again, but not for long enough for me to forget the love we share. As grass green and gentle to the scorching southern sun, I need you by day and I love you by night, I dance in the heat of our romance and shudder in your absence.
I am home again amongst the shadows that lay claim to me. They embrace me with plush sincerity, content to see me in their own special way as indeed I am to see them. Invariably, my heart is heavy and aloof, for
Merci beaucoup
C’est sûr que j’en mourrais,Que j’en mourrais d’amour, Mon amour, mon amour...
Paris
I can think of few activities that nourish the creative mind more than a trip to the culture capital of the world, Paris, France.
søndag den 6. marts 2011
Random Sunday musing
The Week That's Been in Music II
fredag den 4. marts 2011
Paintings Misc
torsdag den 3. marts 2011
Corporate Social Responsibility
United Colours Of Benetton: Black mother breastfeeding white baby. This is arguably the most controversial of all UCB ads. Take away the difference in colour between the two subjects in the picture and there's no issue whatsoever. We live in a world tainted in the idiocy of mankind's inability to his judge his fellows on terms that are not exclusively and solely based on skin pigment.
UCB : A swipe at religious conformity. Love transcends the banal and inconclusive rules and norms that various parts of human society have attempted to codify.
UCB: The world is a melting pot of different races and peoples that are bound inseperably.