We're always in the middle of something. Somewhere. Or some-time. It's proof that everything is more connected than disconnected. Despite this, we have vocabularies that persistently designate divisions and rifts, fault-lines and borders. In language, time is bisected into the past and the future. The present is placed in between, like a temporal bridge, whose ends are impossible to discern. Perhaps words are to blame. Maybe words introduce stoppages, when otherwise we'd think in terms of continuities. Words can and do mark out spaces and territories.



- With/Without: Spatial Products, Practices and Politics in the Middle East

- From the Latex for Fun exhibition held in Barcelona in May, eetz another gorgeous Gaston Caba! I'm such a cheesy fan....

It's the quiet religion that has grown to become the fourth-largest faith in North America and much of the Western world. With no crusades or jihads, nor even belief in a Creator, Buddhism has flourished in the West largely unnoticed over the last 100 years.
Always a dominant religion in Asia, the powerful appeal of Buddhism resides in its lack of dogmatism, its flexibility. With the charismatic Dalai Lama as one of its key spokespeople, Buddhism today has become nearly synonymous with inner peace.
Because Buddhism does not require practitioners to renounce other religions, many Buddhists in the West have adopted multi-faith identity, resulting in 'Jewish-Buddhists' and 'Christian-Buddists' who meditate daily and go to Sunday Mass. Many see it as a kind of open-source faith that can be learned and customized to suit one's needs, be it to relieve suffering for the dying or to promote simplicity for high-powered business execs.
With more than 450 million believers worldwide and no central leadership, Buddhism continues to thrive.

- Adbusters

roger, roger

roger that, over

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roger, roger

roger that, over

roger, over

roger that, over

something interesting
soooommmme thing in ter est ing

hmmmm......

hello?
brain?

how long have you slept for christs sake??

Bluish gloom covered everything. Oddly uneven, that darkness. Lying on the sofa, I tried to remember what came next, but it was long irretrievable. Did the fox cub ever get the gloves?
I got up from the sofa, opened a window to air the place, went to the kitchen, and made myself some coffee.

snap to it

Fursten
Blasten
Owf 'n argh
fruits of labours
beauregaard

spank me pretty
drown me out
pick my eyes
and scream and shout

carnal cabbage
rain on skree
lay me yellow
rabbit me

punch me raw
break the rail
croon the maggard
feel me frail

stand alone
reach the maw
shut my eyes
heal me sore

hold my hand
and leaf my skin
kiss me quick
or kick my shin

tie my pickles
love my shame
empty mind
blown out again