Monthly Archive: July 2005

The Artist’s Statement

OK, I’ll admit it: I’d really had enough at that point. I was tired of confrontations with small people with authority complexes. I was tired of feeling scared. I knew that I’d done absolutely nothing wrong, and that I’d presented clear evidence that I was not a threat. In fact, all things considered, I still think I’d been more than pleasant about the whole thing up until that point. I saw no good reason why I should have to give this canine patrolman my ID. He seemed intelligent, and I assumed that someone in his position was supposed to be reasonable. I also assumed that someone in his position would know that if I’d really wanted to take secret photos of this public landmark that he would never know about it. Sure, I knew why he was asking for my ID, and why he was really asking for my ID. And he knew why. But I was wondering if he had the balls to actually say it to my face. I was back to wondering when I could start saying “no”?

Rare exports

Had to post a link to this .mov about some Rare Exports. Takes a while to download.

Wedding Crashers dir. by

I was expected some mindless entertainment, with a few laughs. Instead I got mindless entertainment, plenty of insanity and loads of laughs. The basic plot is fairly simple: two guys use...

Door in the Hedge by

ISBN: 0698119606 This is a collection of four short novellas, two of which are retellings of old fairy tales, the other two are originals. At least I think they are, I...

Hey Frogs!

Have a good Bastille Day. You get a day off for this right? just in case you don’t visit google.fr

My mind is thinking, maybe I should look to that?

Obviously enough there has been a lot in the papers and on the telly and all over the shop in webland about terrorists and the bombings in London. (Slightly less on the continual attacks in Iraq itself, but that is a different issue) And a lot seem to be asking the question why did these “normal” young British men change. How does some one go from being “sound as a pound” to blowing himself up?

My favourite things

I love women with prams who think they own the streets. The way they ram through crowds, destroying ankles and shins, really makes me smile. And groups of people, waiting for...