I should have updated this sooner only to say, this blog is on hiatus.
While I’ve been busy with the usual design consulting work, I’ve also been working on Souciant and contributing a bit, editorially, as well.
Have a look:
light changes
The light is changing with the seasons. It keeps fucking with my body-clock. Up at the usual time in the morning only to find it’s pitch dark out there. 15 minutes more and the sun begins rising. Six weeks ago it was pure light outside at the same time in the morning. In the evening we were very close to the Midnight Sun, or rather the Midnight sun.
The photo above was taken from our flat in Stuttgart at about 6:15 in the morning.
The second photo was taken between 6:30-7 in the evening, as we rolled into Nuremberg, en route to Stuttgart from Berlin.
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Missing!
I came across this on some recent walks around the neighborhood in Stuttgart. At first sight I thought it was just another parody or some artist installation as I’d become accustomed to somehow.
The second or third time around, I gave it another look. It’s the real deal. A three year old, Martin, lost his cuddle duck. The poor child probably hasn’t slept a wink in weeks. I hope it’s been found!
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master reductionist
The beauty of Dr. Carl Sagan explaining the 4th dimension. It doesn’t get any more pure than this.
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meta
Some hotels have Buddhist scriptures along side the Bible, if you’re lucky (and so inclined). Most in the Western hemisphere simply offer the New Testament, especially in the US.
Suffice it to say, I was a bit surprised and intrigued when, I found the Universal Declaration of Human Rights at my bedside table instead. Smart marketing, of course. Also, just plain smart.
Mandala Hotel, Berlin
Summer 2010
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baby dinosaur
I was walking my baby dinosaur down the street last night. All was cool until my baby flew out of my hands only to leap forward to tear into some palm trees.
Amazed, I saw baby d. uproot an entire palm tree. He moved towards me with a huge bulbous object clenched into his mouth. I spoke aloud “WTF? How are we going to manage this?”
art by babbletrish
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Ziggy played guitar…
Renaud Cojo’s staged testament to the beautiful complexity of the Ziggy persona.
Paris, June 2010
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