Sunday, 15 January 2012
Friday, 13 January 2012
Moonrise Kingdom
Wes Anderson's latest offering will be on my list of things to watch...i have a feeling it will be good use of Bruce..
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Raise Your A-Game!
a·ware
ness n.
Synonyms: aware, cognizant, conscious, sensible, awake, alert, watchful, vigilantness n.Awareness is the state or ability to perceive, to feel, or to be conscious of events, objects or sensory patterns. In this level of consciousness, sense data can be confirmed by an observer without necessarily implying understanding. More broadly, it is the state or quality of being aware of something.
As you continue to hone moment-to-moment awareness of your body, breath, emotions, and thoughts in your yoga practice, you'll bring that awareness to your daily life. When you're paying attention, you're more in touch with your thoughts and feelings as they arise in the moment, which is half the battle of resolving them. In other words, when you're able to identify that something is wrong, you can address that particular issue in the moment, rather than ignoring it and unleashing it later in some painful way.
Sources: yogajournal, wikipedia,
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Monday, 9 January 2012
Everything I've done today could have been done by a bear. The long seasoned sleep. The lumbering out of bed. Tearing at a hard roll dipped in honey. And then sprawling lazily in the grass where the sun hit. I was going to take a bath but decided that would have been too much bear activity, so I showered. Or will in a bit. If I took a bath I think I would hunker down, expecting Emma Salmon to swim by so I could scoop her up.
Saw a lone deer at yesterday's sunset. It looked down the road with an expression as if waiting for something in particular. Antlers. That deer had a nice face. Like it would help you out in a jam if it could.
We are both going away. I had thought it was only me. I will now be paying more attention to what you will pack than to what I will.
Last night the wind was blowing fierce and temperatures were dropping fast. The blind knocked a glass item off the sill. I knew it would happen but left the glass item there anyway. The bedroom door was slamming open and shut. Fell asleep and woke with a scream while staring at a dark spot on the wall. When lightening flashed I saw the horizon on all four walls. Your silhouette on each. I knew then that I know exactly what it would feel like to stand before you again. With your nose moving as it does.
When I got up I noticed several complete outfits of clothes in piles on my floor. As if a group of men had dropped them and gone out into the storm naked.
If you think of something, do you stop to write it down.
LETTER 40 from LETTERS TO EMMA BOWLCUT, by Bill Callahan
LETTER 40 from LETTERS TO EMMA BOWLCUT, by Bill Callahan
Zadok Ben David
Blackfield 2008, Painted stainless steel and sand - a metal garden, by London based artist Zadok Ben David, made up of 12,000 cut steel flowers & plants. One side painted black, the reverse glorious technicolour!
Most definitely on my list of things to one day see.
Colour photographs of ‘The Grenata Street Army’
‘In 1915 (photographer) Leon Gimpel befriended a group of children from the Grenata Street neighbourhood in Paris who had established their own “army”. He began to visit them regularly on Sundays, helping them to build their arsenal from whatever was to hand, providing direction in “casting”, and recording with his camera the army’s triumphs over the evil enemy, the Boche.
Gimpel was charmed by these children and came to know each of them well: the “chief”, the eldest in the garrison; his friend, who was conscripted to play the unenviable role of the Boche; and Pépète, who was “small, slightly misshaped, rather scrofulous, looking somewhat like a gnome” but who nonetheless played the part of an ace aviator. At the end of each session, Gimpel would reward the troops with barley sugar, causing all to shout with one voice, “Long live the photograph!”
- Australian War Memorial
via retronaut
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Friday, 6 January 2012
Thursday, 5 January 2012
Graffiti that looks like it's been drawn by a left handed baby is my kind of graffiti. Lush!
Somewhere near Gard du Nord. Found at thankyou, ok
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
Sunday, 1 January 2012
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