... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
aunt mavis, aged 96 and a half
...reminding me of that Thomas Hardy poem, Heredity
I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span Of durance -- that is I; The eternal thing in man, That heeds no call to die
Sunday, September 11, 2011
tristan savatier's burning man slideshow ... i'm not sure if it is this year's or last
http://www.flickr.com/photos/loupiote/sets/72157625063388734/show/
it is last years, so i'm eagerly awaiting the latest set
it is last years, so i'm eagerly awaiting the latest set
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Travel broadens the mind, some say ...
I once travelled all night on a train from Paris Austerlitz to Narbonne and then went to a bar just opposite the station to wait for some friends to collect me.
It was just before seven and still dark. There were two other customers standing at
the bar, taxi drivers so burly they made me seem fairy-like.
The barman was of a similar stature to his clients, but had
chosen to wear a low cut blouse and a blonde wig which, with an application of
copious amounts of theatrical make-up, seemed to signify that he wished he had
been born as Brigitte Bardot’s identical twin.
Never again will I be astonished by the Triumph of Hope over Adversity.
Never again will I be astonished by the Triumph of Hope over Adversity.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
george collinson and lea velez, man and wife
george has been ill for a number of years
lea posted the following statement yesterday
George sigue en Puerta de Hierro. Tiene varios tumores en el cerebro. Recuerdo cuando montaba en la montaña rusa y el carro subía y subía aquella empinada cuesta que te dejaba el estómago encogido con la anticipación de la inevitable caída
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
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