the winds sweaping through this empty landscape

recently i have been posting less and less. now i know there are millions of fans out there (*ahem*) waiting for more posts, but this is just to say: there's a holiday going on here, and my mind is floating somewhere in space and not exactly up to doing much writing. but here are some hints and tips to keep you amused and improve the overall quality of your life (yup, i can be very, very prescriptive):

- read Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea
- watch American Beauty
- go jogging every time it rains
- listen to Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here
- learn to appreciate the sensation of contact between your skin and the air
- learn to fly (especially when you are passing corn fields: look at them and take off)
- make more stupid jokes
- make picking your nose a full-time hobby
- buy a colouring book, it's a wonderful pastime

so, enough Wear Sunscreen-like tips (the song is better than this post anyway), i'm off. somewhere.

see you soon.

happiness # 20

the sound of boiling pasta

the grimmeister

all my love to Grim. we'll be here for you, my friend, even if you are not.


never forgetting you,

Peter.
x

nothing is more

All that is here is here now
a sound is a sound is a sound
bursting through my headwalls
into the ghosts I create and who
look like me. I wish to be now
a sound over the fields, once spoken
by you, on an absent-minded Tuesday

bush turned buddhist

George W. Bush vetoed a measure on stem cell research. now, i do not wish to take any position in favour of or against stem cell research, but what i would like to focus on for a second is the rhetoric Mr Bush used. he said that "Destroying human life in the hopes of saving human life is not ethical," and that the US is "a nation founded on the principle that all human life is sacred." (i quote from today's The New York Times)

well...

destroying human life in the hopes of saving human life is exactly what waging wars means (unless of course you're doing it not to save human lives but rather for some other, more obscure reason). and is there any Iraqi citizen out there who can still believe that the US is indeed a nation regarding all human life as sacred?

i guess all human lives are equal, but some human lives are more equal than others.

it all ends here; it all starts here

empty.

no movements, no gusts of wind; no nothing. just bare, raw, crystalline infinity, suspended within more infinity, lashing out to endless sides.

floating on a door on the primordial sea. the expectancy of life.

fire and volcanoes raging, shouting at each other; deep-earth pyrotechnics. gases to kill all eyes.

the birth of a star, the death of a star. millions of seconds and a single one always is enough. outbursts of solar energy; miles and miles and miles into the distance. so much larger than any one's body, always.

splintering ice crush of a world coated in burning cold white. oceans so devoid of warmth that they are beyond green and can stand almost, almost no life at all. only the lucky few, so spectacular in their more than natural appearance, can move along the face of those waters - and much deeper too.

infinitesmall regions of life in a handful of sand; thunderstorms of a god's blinking eyes.


will all these memories be lost,
like tears in the rain?

and now for something completely ni! ni! ni!

which kind of spaghetti is best avoided by tourists?




the spaghetto!


(yup, this is what i'm doing all day)

bend it like Beckett

Who
is?
What
is?
What
is
this
what
is
this
what
is?
Who
is
what
is
who
is
who
is?
What
was
that
that
was
what?
Whence
and
when
and
how
and
what
and
who
and
whence
and
when
and
how
and
what
and
who
and
why
and
why
and
why?
and
why
is?
why?

film reviews # 2

-spiderman 3: no
-pirates of the carribean 3: yes
-high noon: yes
-the conversation: yes
-final fantasy: advent children: no

happiness # 19

the cracking sound of pouring water on ice cubes