Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Balloony tunes

Not-quite balloons at the O2 Arena

Photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsenil/3664698797/sizes/l/

Monday, June 29, 2009

Krzywy indeedy

In Sopot, Poland, stands a building that looks like Disney, Dali and Gehry got drunk together and started doodling. It's called Krzywy Domek and that seems fitting, somehow. A building like that should have a name that starts with 'krzy' -cause we're never gonna survive, unless we get a little krzy.

Photo found here: http://www.dziennik.pl/foto/article311070/Sopocki_Monciak.html

Thursday, June 25, 2009


A Canadian group called H3O Subdanse creates these fantastic videos, involving underwater choreography. It is one of the most fun ways to play.

Sky by Georgia

Last night's sunset had more than a touch of Georgia O'Keeffe about it

Georgia O'Keeffe, Red, Yellow and Black Streak, 1924

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


When i was a kid, i used to squint looking at lights, because then they'd get these rays coming out of them which i thought were so beautiful. Driving by this sunset, my camera appeared to think the same way last weekend.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Killer bean

One of nature's monochromatic wonders: the Orca bean, also known as the Yin Yang bean and the Calypso bean, guaranteed to give you whale-like quantities of perfectly balanced hip-shaking gass aboard Cousteau's ship.

Photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/samboerou/3030758090/sizes/l/

Bulldog shark

More tongue-y than toothy

Photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dbcoop77/3643314066/sizes/l/

Freediving CGI

This is Samba, a short movie by Paul-Emile Boucher

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Elbow, Friend of ours

Ridiculously beautiful

Friday, June 19, 2009

Hemmoor's new toy

Another plane has landed in the Kreidesee

Photo by Heidi Heidenreich

BMW 3.0 CS

Pretty. Want.

Photo found here: http://www.e9coupe.com/gallery/details.php?image_id=54

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Last weekend i was in a blissful place like below -only then greenish, now i'm in an office in fluorescent lights. I think i'm suffering from environmental jet-lag.

Photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/terjbr/3628724291/sizes/l/

Erotic chicken

One of the quotes i like best is by Terry Pratchett:

"Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken."

Photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kattenmeisje/2088671029/sizes/o/


Ants near my work have decided to build their hill around a dandelion.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Gossip

This rocks my world:

Monday, June 15, 2009

Rear View

This statue by Hans Swinkels is probably as tired as statues can be of being the butt of many jokes. None of them crack her up anymore. Levels have hit rock bottom.

Great accident

Got lucky with this shot where a train speeding by a stop-sign merged perfectly with the sunset in the background.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

The logic of Rachel

8 years ago today my father died. In his obituary we quoted part of the letter below.

To the point of singing
(letter to a deceased friend who does not want to be mentioned)

The first thing I thought and the only thing I dared to hope was: he took his last bit of vitality and split, tired of therapeutic interfering and mandatory recovery. One of these days we’ll probably get a message from Paris or some other worldly place: screw it, I’m out, you guys deal with it. I was only fantasizing, because reality is unimaginable anyway, especially the one of somebody else’s depression. But the day before you were acting cheerful to the point of singing, as though you really wanted me to have this misplaced fantasy.
On the most beautiful day of the year, it was even Ascension, I was walking besides the water very early in the morning. When for a moment I thought that no one could hear me, I called your name. The old desire to perform miracles and to command life came over me like a madness. The water was silent and kept you hidden, but it also allowed me the illusion that it had nothing at all to hide. For water is innocent of the temptations that well from it; it even washes away its own sins. The scenery was exuberantly summery. The birds chirped like neomists. Nothing sad at all was going on, unless everything would be sad and the summer itself but a shrill cry of distress.
After a few hours of magic in vain and foolish hope I just drove back home. Around the place where you were thrust fermented to the surface six days later, I caught myself singing again, a requiem, and then quietly, but still. Whoever has fooled us that singing has something to do with liveliness?
At the funeral I compulsory thought: if only he had known, so many people struck with grief, so much affection and appreciation, maybe he would have still been here, lifted from the abyss of despair and water. Like most of the things I think, that was probably nonsense. Compared to reality itself and its innocent carelessness, the question why and every answer to it is conceited and uninteresting.
And now I take back everything except for my surprise and want to know of no explanation or solace, according to the logic of Rachel: because you are no longer here. It is as it is, because that’s how it is. Our conjunctions are irrelevant and a few self-willed conjunctions is all we can offer. It should not have been like this and it was not an inevitable necessity: it is an undecorated and indigestible fact, a stone in the stomach. Reality is unimaginable. If it was imaginable, we could have just as well thought it up ourselves and it would have been superfluous. Further I can’t get with my blunt thoughts after all these years. I’m afraid it will let you down.

~ Cornelis Verhoeven

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


My aunt makes a dessert that has nothing to do with egg, but looks like fried egg, and tastes so good that i once almost exploded having eaten so much of it -i simply could not stop. To make up for the vicious attacks by her hell-hound this weekend, she came by and gave me this bowl. Frankly, i'm impressed i had the restraint to take pictures before burrying my head in it and sucking it down. It's truly disturbingly good.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Fighting a ferocious beast

How exactly i survived, i'm not sure; it's still a bit of a blur

But my house was invaded by a hairy monster this weekend, even hairier and more monstrous than i am, and we had a fierce battle

Now don't be deceived by the size and relative cutiseness off this beast

It was in fact a nuclear power driven hound from hell, aiming it's sharp fangs at my throat every chance it got

And it made repeated attempts to drown me in drool

At one point i hoped to have gained the upper hand

But then it had the upper paw again

After which it proceeded to almost gnaw my arm off

It was horrible, and i'm lucky to have survived it. I don't know how my aunt and uncle manage every day with this fury-hell-hath-not-for-it's-right-here-on-earth. They must have a wardrobe made entirely from asbestos.

Friday, June 5, 2009


Talking about octopi, the colors in this piece by Javier Pacheco are very octopus-worthy


Papers and octopi seem a natural combination -what would happen if you gave an octopus 7 fountain pens?

Above is an ad for Anagram Bookshop in Prague

Thursday, June 4, 2009

synchronized swimming

Do they time their breathing?

photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexandersphotography/3585242545/sizes/l/

Fancy a fence with a hedge

Almost ran over a hedgehog with my car the other day. Managed to swerve so that he ended up right between my tyres, which must have been scary too, and quite a lot of noise, but hopefully not harmful. Hedgehogs should be the international symbol for peace instead of doves: doves are actually aggressive and nasty creatures, who'd attack you if they could. Hedgehogs get rid of pests and roll up into a prickly ball when under threat -which is pretty cool and only stupid if that threat is a ton of fast-moving metal.

After some research, though, i've learned that there are a few species of hedgehog who, due to warm conditions, don't have enough spines to be fully protected when they roll up, so some chose to run away, but some, and this is a really funny idea, attack. Imagine being attacked by a hedgehog; if you have a sword, it could be quite the fencing duel.

Do you think they knit in their spare time?

(photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/meantux/351270020/sizes/o/ )