How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else. R. Buckminster Fuller

Wednesday 27 August 2008

Romania

My god....o my god! It's maybe still happening.
Someone dropped out on the Art-fusion project in Bucharest...
They emailed me to ask if I still want to go. Of course!
Will find out tomorrow evening.

No going. It's sad.

Tuesday 26 August 2008

Pluto.


Having a cold sore that has more right to be called a planet than Pluto can be seen as a scientific wonder, I just find it a nuisance.
It’s like passing a lady in the street with a pair of firmly rounded breasts; you just can’t stop staring.
I wish I wasn’t ugly. I wish I had bigger breasts. I wish I was a man.



Saturday 23 August 2008

Didn't figure out why stick insects get monitored on conveyor belts until today

killer turnips


Just remembered that I saw a fox today when cycling back home. He was crossing the road and disappeard behind a block of flats. It was half 8. Didn't look hurried at all, had a quite relaxed strawl. Was near the crossing Heinrich-Heine strasse with Annen strasse.
It was not a really really big rat, really. He was a couple of meters away and had a controlled yet relaxed trod.