Dreamt a wet sparrow and a fly were sitting next to me in the backyard, looking at me imploringly. Then the fly surprisingly flew off, and i gave the sparrow some nuts. She eyed them suspiciously, and her eyes became bigger and human -though orange.
Is the message of this dream not to give a wet sparrow peanuts?
Seals are incredible: they have muscles in their nostrils that can close the nose off completely, blood vessels in their middle ear to help compensate the pressure, and to improve streamlining, they can even retract their nipples -which is a pretty cool party-trick.
Photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/immortal-thrill-seeker/3094977418/sizes/l/
I never really understood that thing, "you can wake me in the middle of the night for..". Or i understood, but i thought the answer would be nothing. Some people say a certain food, but imagine waking up and being all drowsy and having that sleep taste in your mouth; the reality of being woken up for anything in the middle of the night is just nasty. Waking up in the morning is hard enough.
But then this night, as i was sleeping under my steeply slanted roof with a window open, a huge thunderstrorm woke me to a room full of flashing lights, sounds big enough to reverberate in my chest, and that smell, that ozony rainy air that seems a bit thicker than normal air. I loved it. I might not fully wake up today, but it was worth it.
Considering that flowers are the reproductive organs of plants, this really is a rather shameless display of exhibitionism going on in my garden -though shamefull exhibitionism not on display is probably rare.
A Thai company called Double A seems to produce paper in an environmetally friendly way. By using the parts of for example rice-fields that normally go unused, they encourage farmers to grow eucalyptus trees, thus providing work to locals and extracting CO2, while gaining raw material for pulp and producing O2. Below is an example of how green green can be
(photo found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/visbeek/3328268690/sizes/o/ )
That word 'chiaroscuro' tickles me to no end. There really ought to be an opera singer with that name. Donatello Chiaroscuro. But how light plays with dark seems a theme in my life these days, and last saturday i saw an incredible sunset, which with some slight photoshopping turned into a bit of a dove
During most of March the view out of the window when i woke up was one of bare branches against a grey sky. Not that i mind that type of chiaroscuro and contrast (or that me minding it would have any effect on it), but i much prefer this type of colorful lifeliness
One of the scariest and most fun ways to freedive is to go into caves. During an excursion to Ras Mohammed we entered a cave which had a 'room' that had such magical lights it was as though you entered a shrine. It's not often that i pray, but here i felt inclined to offer my thanks for the experience of being there.
Before i left to Dahab, i wasn't sure the Ginkgo tree i planted would have survived the winter. Where most of the garden was blooming, the tree wasn't showing signs of anything green going on in its branches. I thought i'd seen some promising glimpses, but sometimes a bud's but a dud.
Not so with these. When i got back, this is the glory it was showing
Norwegian photographer extraordinaire and beginning freediver Fredrik Naumann of Felix Features was in Dahab for Bizzy Blue Hole, to capture the Norwegians, but he slipped a couple of times while taking pictures of bubbles and accidentally caught me swimming through them. He was kind enough to put me in this little slide-show, amongst some beautiful pictures of Boo and the awesome reefs of Egypt.
That William Trubridge fellow is a bit of a slacker. Where he set two new world records in his previous competition, this time he only set one. And as the video clearly shows, he spends most of the time just falling down, not swimming as he claims. He doesn't even bother to put on proper fins. I suspect he's a major pot-head. You know those Caribbean types.
With further ado -because i never understood why you'd go without it. Seems to me life's mostly ado, so we might as well give it due place. Don't mind if ado. Also, i used to think of myself as two thirds water, one third crap, but i have recently adjusted that view to a more precise two thirds water, one third other shit. Which neatly ties in to photography. Or maybe it doesn't. Can't help photography, really, but it doesn't seem to mind, either. I swim, preferably underwater. Something to do with flying, probably. Writing scares me -which more and more seems a good reason to do it. Exactly 2 people have asked me what a phaticist is -so i changed it to phaticister. I love broccoli. And ginger.