No one asks the right questions anymore. Then again…what is the right question? There is a…
If I run uphill I’m out of breath If I spend all of my money I’ve…
I used to be a chilled, calm type, but these days I have much anger. Some…
How many times do I need to say, but oh how I enjoy seeing children giving…
While Chrimble and I were down at Corpus last week listening to Joel O’Software, he said…
Best having a calm post, eh? On reading Richard Rorty (cheers to Robbie), I am struck…
Do you also live in a world where pneumatic blondes leap at you from the foliage?…
Flood plain or flood plane? I can convince myself on either. (And given where I am,…
Given a certain Mr Buckley asked me why I had put a certain comment on my…
Beginning. My journey through life is often marked by waypoints. Not so much comforters, because I…
This is, as it happens, the 100th post since the switch to this domain. The other…
Leave the dark corners of the interweb alone. Go to the bright spots shone on by the Beautiful Ones
The wulf insists on text here...and I shall leave it at that.
I know people who didn't work at BlackStar, and they have weblogs too. These are they.
The State is not your friend
If you take the volumistic approach to photography, you will eventually have a few pictures which are semi-decent.
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This is the end, there is no more. The world is quiet here.
