Friday, December 10, 2010

O KBans! I wish I could do this with my own hands

Tan Anders Ship Tron Alacen
Bilabonc Aria Boa Cayizva
Ala Xica
Dirda Mac ja
Ranular Pop Cob
I cabana X
Lladebs Bacan
A Xica Ya Cata Lun
Ia Cajun

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Tennyson salutes the new year ( and we still keep hoping for many things to ring out)

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Monday, December 15, 2008

Χάος (Chaos) comes to Greece

Browsing my Picasa albums I found this foresight, a premonition. Two graphitti icons photographed in Athens, summer of 2006

Monday, November 3, 2008

Jim Thompson defines a President

I read a story one time about a fellow that was accidentally slipped into a big job; president of a company or something like that. He looked like the guy that actually was president, see, and when this guy ran off or fell in a mudhole or something and wasn´t ever seen again, why this one hooked his place. He didn´t know beans about the business, and all he planned on doing was to stick around long enough to snap a few rubber checks and maybe get the other guy´s gal alone in the parlor for a while. But once he got inside, the graft looked so good that he decided to stay for a real milking. He was scared out of his pants, naturally, because he didn´t know any more about the setup than a hog does about ice skates. But he ran a bluff, and damned if he didn´t make good on it.
His work was just cut out for him, see what I mean? The stenographers would bring him letters to sign, and he´d just sign´em. And when he got any letters, his vice-presidents or some of his secretaries would take charge of them. And when people showed up for conferences all he had to do was keep his eyes and ears open, and he could see what he had to do. He didn´t have to move. He got moved. As I remember the yarn, he wound up by getting made president of a lot of other companies and marrying the other guy´s gal, and no one ever knew the difference.

Jim Thompson in Nothing more than murder.

It somehow made me think of President Bush jr.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Be alarmed, be an informer

Taken in Oxford Street, London, England

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Signs of Life: I´m back

After a long wwwless summer I´m back with signs taken in London last August.