Thought of the Day

Now that I have been through Hell, I know that I really belong to Heaven ...

Nice Dreams...

Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times. The paths fork and divide. With each step you take through Destiny's garden you make a choice, and every choice determines future paths. However, at the end of a lifetime of walking you might look back, and see only one path stretching out behind you; or look ahead, and see only darkness. Sometimes you dream about the paths of Destiny, and speculate to no purpose. Dream about the paths you took and the paths you didn't take... The paths diverge, and branch and reconnect, some say not even Destiny himself truly knows where any way will take you, where each twist and turn will lead. But even if Destiny could tell you, he will not. Destiny holds his secrets. The garden of Destiny... You would know if you saw it. After all you will wander it until you die, Or beyond. For the paths are long, and even in death there is no ending to them.
Destiny of the Endless is the only one who understand the garden's peculiar geography, distinct from time and space, where the potential becomes the actual. Destiny knows. The book he carries is as much a guide to he garden as it is to the minutiae of future-past. Destiny has no path of his own. He makes no decisions, picks no branching ways. His way is laid out, drawn and defined, from the beginning of time to the end of everything.


(Neil Gaiman: Sandman)

Blur in Hyde Park (next July)

Me and my friends are the luckiest bastards ever from all the luckiest bastards who walked on the face of the Earth cause we have 3 tickets to Blur's next show July the 2nd in Hyde Park. This is a sudden change in the list of my most precious possessions, it reached Nr 1. in just 2 seconds ... and I doubt anything will top that :)

Update: The tickets fell to second place, what a surprise, it seems that my copy of Sandman, (Absolute Edition) is signed :) ,and I did not even knew about it ...

Ernold Same

Ernold Same awoke from the same dream
In the same bed
At the same time
Looked in the same mirror
Made the same frown
And felt the same way as he did every day
Then Ernold Same caught the same train
At the same station
Sat in the same seat
With the same nasty stain
Next to same old what's-his-name
On his way to the same place
With the same name
To do the same thing
Again and again and again
Poor old Ernold Same

Oh, Ernold Same
His world stays the same
Today will always be tomorrow
Poor old Ernold Same
He's getting that feeling once again
Nothing will change tomorrow

War, War never changes

A couple of years after a significant period of day by day Counter Strike I decided that gaming is really a waste of time and I shouldn't spend my short life chasing pixels on the screen cause the world is really full of more exciting things to do and experience. It seems that there are a couple of exceptions to this rule like for instance Fallout. For those few who did not play it or heard about it Fallout is a role playing which among many of us has a cult status. The story is simple, the world was destroyed by a nuclear war, the few survivors face a hostile radiated dead landscape full of mutant monsters. Law is non-existent, slavery, violence are on the order on the day. All this is pretty standard Mad Max stuff but of course with a twist. The game is full of Catch 22 & Dr Strangelove style gags which show you the sheer stupidity of war and military mindset. I remember playing Fallout 2 which is about a mission to find a device called G.E.C.K. the Garden of Eden Construction Kit which is a super-secret military device to restore life to a lifeless post-apocalyptic landscape.

To make the long story short I got hooked up again which means less hours of sleep red eyes and so on. This shiny new 3D version of Fallout is not as good as the prior versions, but it's a decent game. I guess I got about three more days till I will save the planet, kill the evil bastards and get the girl. So anyone who would like to do such things I can really much recommend this stuff but it will cost you about a week of your precious time.

Octopus (Syd Barrett)

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
You have no word
Trip, trip to a dream dragon
Hide your wings in a ghost tower
Sails crackiling at evry plate we break
Cracked by scattered needles
Little minute gong
Coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand
Hey ho, never be still
The old original favourite gran
Grasshoppers green herbarian band
And the tune they play in us confide...
So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
You have no word
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Isnt it good to be lost in the wood
Isnt it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Twenty even less to me than I thought
With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
Well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the talbot
Cheetah he cried shouted kangaroo
So through their tree they cried
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
The madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the talbot
The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
And theyll never put me in their bag
The seas will reach and always see
So high you go, so low you creep
The winds it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always creep
Two up, two down well never meet
So merrily trip for good my side
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!

Weekend in Budapest

I'll spend the weekend in Budapest again, I am really excited about it, there are a bunch of people there I really miss hanging around with. There is a boat on the Danube called A38 which functions as a pub with concerts and such. Last time we saw Mike Patton there with his experimental fucked up russian jazz band. That was really not what we were looking for, but this time I hope that we will have a really good time. Next week me and my flatmate will fly to Amsterdam for the weekend so I really cannot complain, our endless workstream is interrupted with an outstanding frequency of 100% pure fun. Life is good.

Quote of the Day

Intuition, like a flash of lightning, lasts only for a second. It generally comes when one is tormented by a difficult decipherment and when one reviews in his mind the fruitless experiments already tried. Suddenly the light breaks through and one finds after a few minutes what previous days of labor were unable to reveal.
(Neal Stephenson: Cryptonomicon)

The Great Fish in the Sky

Who the hell is 2008?

A couple of weeks ago I read "October in the Chair" by Gaiman. It was about twelve people sitting around the campfire. There is a chair around and one after another they sit in the chair and tell a tail to the others. They are the twelve months of the year, each of them with the appropriate looks and personality.
In my mind months don't really have personalities that much but years do. In retrospect I think one can condense all what happened in a year and find an appropriate character which can represent the essence of it. Of course it will not be a perfect one to one match but I think it's a fair enough approach. For example 2006 was a Mad Joker , the worst year of my life, 2007 was much better, maybe a Fairy or a Muse full of dreams and lust. I haven't decided who this year is but it's definitely mad again. Now I see only a blurred hazy figure, in a large grey coat offering me some sweets. There is still a month or so left so things can improve a bit ... time will tell...

How to become an anti-Apple evangelist in one easy step

I am in no mood even touching my laptop, I'm at work no so I have no other choice. I'm so frustrated by the shitty state of hardware industry these days. Seven years ago I spent all my money on an IBM Thinkpad, it's outdated now but then it was a fair piece of hardware. The amazing fact is that it still works, my mother uses it to write documents and such. Now I got this shiny new 2000 quid MacBook Pro (I got it for much much less but that's not the point). It's a piece of shit. The keyboard and touchpad stopped working, it seems that it's a hardware issue and the forums are full of it. How the fuck can this happen with the world's most expensive portable hardware. Fuck them!!!. Now I need to replace all the top part of this fuckin' junk cause some wise-guy at apple decided to link the keyboard to the touchpad in a manner that makes it impossible for them to work separately. Thank you very much Apple. First my iPod fuckin dying on me in a blink of a second and now this. I am starting to realize that a life without computers wouldn't so dark as I thought before. I feel urges to leave this fuckin industry behind and do something totally different something that doesn't even involve a fuckin' power plug. I'm sick and tired off all this, it's pointless, a great masquerade of bullshit and incompetence.
God I hate IT

Video of the Day #2

Video of the Day

Cain and Abel in Sandman

On Blogging

I guess in the next couple of days I'll write a piece on the reasons why I am doing this obviously foolish thing as blogging.

On my way home...

Sometimes after work I don't go home directly or at least skip a couple of Tube stations and just walk through the crowd. This is a good thing, you can just walk and think about the world, about London ...
There are many things I don't understand here like why the number of people is always inversely proportional with the amount of space in the Tube corridors and why people always make up their minds and turn around in the exact place where they can block as many people as possible to walk bye ..
I usually end up in Borders and check all the floors Audio Books, Fantasy, Comic Books but most of the time I come out empty-handed wondering why the best authors are exiled to the lover rafts so you can only check them out crawling on your knees like some literary-religious book-freak and there is always someone just reading a comic book in front of your favorite author's stuff. If this happens I never ask them to leave or to make room, I just stare like God at final judgement for ten seconds or so and leave. They never notice. Maybe I drop by to HMV to check out the new music releases already knowing that I will not buy any of them cause probably those are already on my Ipod downloaded by me or one of my friends but it's cool to browse through all the hundreds of CD-s and DVD-s with colorful artwork. I remember in Hamburg I was amazed by the big tech shops like Saturn, we ended up there once or twice a week to check the notebooks and wireless stuff but now I just don't give a shit, there is "tech city" here with all the brand new stuff, the latest technology but now it all looks like bullshit to me which doesn't worth a second glance.
On my way home I usually end up in our general store. There are three indian girls working there all beautiful, two of them are probably twins but I only like to shop from the third one, cause the other two have a tiny but noticeable mustache and I'm afraid they will notice that I stare at it. The third girl on the other hand has some cool symbols tattooed on her hands which I really like. It looks like something religious or tribal, indians have and air of mystery around them which is really cool. Tribalism is not dead in this new century....

Authority in Action

REM : King of Comedy

Make your money with a suit and tie
Make your money with shrewd denial
Make your money expert advice,
If you can wing it
Make your money with a power ply
Make your money with a buyout bribe
Make it lie as long as you mean it

I'm not king of comedy,
Grease the pig, give a squeeze (squeeze me)

Make your money with exploitation
Make it holy illumination
Say a prayer at every station
Don't forget to ask for mercy
Make your money with a pretty face
Make it easy with product placement
Make it charged with controversy
I'm straight, I'm queer, I'm bi

I'm not king of comedy,
I'm not your magazine,
I'm not your television

Make your money, make it rich
Make it young and make it quick
Make your money on the jukebox, baby,
It's pick up sticks,
Make your enemies, make your moves
Make your critics fumble through
Make it smart and make it schmooze
Make it look easy

I'm not king of comedy,
I'm not your magazine,
I'm not your television,
I'm not your movie screen
I'm not commodity (all together now)
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity

Everything in its right place

This song IMHO is one of the best song ever, I read some interviews on the net and found out that before their album Kid A came out Yorke had a shitty period of depression, he was burned out after all the fame and glory that came with OK Computer.This song is about overcoming depression, it's about the first breath of fresh air you take after a long time under water in the dark. It always makes me smile, and gives me a sensation of comfort and happiness. It's a masterpiece.Enjoy.

Divine Intervention

Earlier this evening I had a couple of beers with one of my friend in Coven Garden. Everything was fine, we had a chilled talk about life, girls, work you know things people usually talk about. After the third or fourth Guinness I thought it's time to go home. So we went. At Tottenham Court Road I had the excellent idea of having a Chips with Cheese so I reach for my wallet but I cannot find it. Check all my pockets, nothing, my bag, nothing. Fuck I'm so dead. Debit cards, social security, entry cards, some money, all gone. Let's go back. Now I know how enlightenment is. My mind was empty. No thoughts at all except one that said: I'm a fuckin moron, asshole and all the synonyms you could imagine. Maybe Buddha lost his wallet and got so pissed that he started a religion. I guess we will never know. There is a five minute walk back to Coven Garden but it felt like hours. When we got there I saw some ladies sitting at our table and below my chair there it was: my wallet with all my shit. That's what I call divine intervention, Pulp Fiction like. God came down to earth, stopped all the bullets in L.A. and he arrived just in time to make sure I get my wallet back. I'm not religious, but if there is a God he sure loves me a lot. I'm his favorite puppy :)

American Gods by Neil Gaiman

"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen-I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." She stopped, out of breath
Shadow almost took his hands off the wheel to applaud. Instead he said, "Okay. So if I tell you what I've learned you won't think that I'm a nut."
"Maybe," she said. "Try me."

This book is my favorite for some time, I cannot specify the genre, its fantasy with flavors of horror and sci-fi. It explores the interesting idea of the mortality of Gods. Gods do not live forever, they live as long someone worships them. New gods are on the rise like Money, Technology, Media etc etc. The old Gods of mythology are only shadows of former selves, they are scattered across the world surviving as they can. This book is an epic story about their last stand against these new Gods with a twist of course but I cannot tell what that is (don't wanna be a spoiler). I can only recommend it, to those who knows Gaiman and to those who don't. It's definitely a must-read.

Puzzle of the Day

There are ten differences and three ninjas hidden in this picture.Try to find them :)

Hail to the King

I am no american and I gathered a thick layer of cynicism against politics in general and politicians but today I feel unprecedented joy that Barack Obama won the presidency of USA. Oh man, I'm ashamed but I shed tears of joy. This is real hope. We are living in very interesting times. I am very happy I have witnessed this. For the first time in my life I am thinking of visiting the States.

Quote of the Day

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

Nadraguja

Atropa belladonna, along with related plants such as jimson weed, has occasionally been used as a recreational drug because of the vivid hallucinations and delirium that it produces. These hallucinations are most commonly described as very unpleasant, however, and recreational use is considered extremely dangerous because of the high risk of unintentional fatal overdose. In addition, the central nervous system effects of atropine include memory disruption, which may lead to severe confusion.

So guys do not worry I will just pass on this one, I am not suicidal ;)

Weekend in Budapest

It all started with a plane trip, the usual stuff ... Gatwick Express, checkin, a cool one-pound massage chair ride, a boring never ending flight topped with the shitty food they serve on airplanes. Bored to hell, sick and tired I finally met up with my friends. We ended up in a pub and stayed till about dawn...
There were these really cool people around the table. I am really happy I got the chance to know them better ... I heard a couple of really far out stories and anecdotes, a nice conversation about the meaning of life, religion, education, free will, you know, the usual stuff:). For all those people down there probably it was nothing out of ordinary, it was like any usual friday evening, but for me was really special. What made that evening so special? I cannot recall the last time I had this feeling ... looking around I saw everyone smiling and having a good time and what I felt is the utter lack of alienation, that in that moment all around the table are in the one place they have to be ... all these different people each with their own way to see things ended up for a short time in perfect harmony ... and all those different viewpoints ended up complementing each other instead of confronting. It was beautiful.
As for my good friends who let me sleep in front of their fuckin' huge LCDTV (not plasma), made me sandwiches, reefers and soft drinks and kept me company, man I am really grateful, you guys are the best. I ended up regretting I have to come back to London, this hasn't happened in a very long time .... see you really soon.

The Nile Song

I was standing by the Nile
Whe I saw the lady smile.
I would take her out for a while,
For a while. Light tears wept like a child.
How her golden hair was blowing wild.
Then she spread her wings to fly,
For to fly. Soaring high above the breezes,
Going always where she pleases.
She will make it to the island in the sun.
I will follw in her shadow
As I watch her from my window.
One day I will catch her eye. She is calling from the deep,
Summoning my soul to endless sleep.
She is bound to drag me down,
Drag me down.

Rules of Life

Life may seam chaotic at times but as our good friend and role model Walter Sobcheck would say : This is not 'Nam, there are rules. As time flows bye with the right kind of attitude one can get hold of them in a condensed way to form a clear picture of the most important ones, the ones which govern subconsciously all of us.

The Golden Rule of Social Networking If a person has more than two pictures of himself or herself on a social networking site than he or she desperately wants to fuck.

Esteban's Rule of Waste Management The last drop always ends up in the undies.

The Holistic Rule of Commercial Success In any supermarket at any given time there is one cashier less open than it is needed.

My Father's Rule of Human Condition After 40 you wake up and feel no pain it means that you are dead.

First Rule of Human Behavior by the Internets Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

The Golden Rule of the Dude Sometimes you eat the bear but sometimes the bear eats you.


If anyone recalls any other significant axioms I skipped please do not hesitate to contact me with them... Knowledge is Power I promise I will post them.

State of the World

Day by day I read articles, news sites, blogs with ever growing concern, It's like the whole world is sliding into a dark age of anti-intellectualism, vulgarism and religious hatred, there are some things I simply cannot comprehend, for instance the hindus with there really laid-back religion are committing atrocities against christians or the amount of lies the american public can consume like sheep from their so called leaders, the orvelian surveillance state style Britain has adopted, the chinese style internet censorship in Australia all of them are pointing to the wrong direction ... sad times are ahead .... I do not see any good outcome, any solution ...

The Fletcher Memorial Home (Waters)

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real.
It's the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig,
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly,
"Hello Maggie!"
Mr. Brezhnev and party.
"Scusi dov'è il bar?"
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
"Who's the bald chap?"
"Good-bye!"
And now, adding colour, a group of anonymous latin-
American meat packing glitterati.

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their
Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favorite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb.

Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.

Quote of the Day

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.(Oscar Wilde)

Quantum Mechanics

Steve Jobs qoute on the textedit icon....

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things.

London

Frontal sonic impregnation
God save the Queen by Jay-Z
Second floor... Going down
A white trash can with purple dotts
A greyscale double-decker
God save Jay-Z by the Queen
They beat the drums they brought from far, every night
Shaving in front of the caleidoscope
There is good service on all lifelines
Come on just a quick fuck...
Motion blur and fast forward
Children singing pop songs with Santa
United colors of Benetton
The melting pot of dreams
We are talking about the weather in our suits
Two memories with milk and sugar ... Take-away please

Quote by Anonymous

Sometimes, when I get lonely, the clouds give me company

Wisdom of the day

In the book of life, the answers aren’t in the back.
-Charlie Brown

Moods

I got this gray sorry ass mood from Monday on ... maybe just my sleeping cycle was disturbed, I had one night off. I really miss those five hours. I am just wandering around like a zombie in and out the office, on the Tube, ... home. I am not depressed, it feels distant ... I see things happening around me, people care for things, they do things, they make jokes, they laugh ... all is lame, meaningless, no reason for joy but no reason to complain either ... others are much more fucked than I am. There is no justice; like there is an Universal Random Number Generator (URNG) somewhere in the middle of the universe, and everyone has a number, if it hits yours... you are fucked ... with all your good or bad karma or whatever you call all that you have done before .... it still didn't hit mine, I'm safe, at least for now...
Strange that after what happened to my close friends I don't feel a fuckin thing anymore, maybe I saw it coming, thousands of tiny particles of omen all swarming in a common direction, it happened, it's over. All those feelings of sorry were consumed before ... in the last two years as I watched their downward spiral from a VIP first row seat. Crap movie ... mad director, little or no special effects, sad story. As for who did what with who ? I don't care ... they were in it together ... I'm out of pop-corns... bye

Cleanup

There was a cleanup going on here, I erased a bunch of posts cause I don't need them any more, I am sure in a couple of years they will be traded on the Black Market as rare collector's items...:)

Nightmare

Sad news, everyone is shocked, we all lost a good friend in a nonsense act of foolishness, there is nothing anyone can do about it anymore, no hope for the better, no second chance, no "see you again". Life is a bitch. Faith and Hope are meaningless. The consequences are like shock-waves, destroying lives,filling souls with mourning and sorrow. There is nothing to understand. Rest in Peace Z.

Thompson on Leary and stuff

We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled the Sixties. Uppers are going out of style. This was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him too seriously. After West Point and the Priesthood, LSD must have seemed entirely logical to him . . . but there is not much satisfaction in knowing that he blew it very badly for himself, because he took too many others down with him.
Not that they didn't deserve it: No doubt they all Got What Was Coming To Them. All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their failure is ours, too.
What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped to create . . . a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody-or at least some force-is tending that Light at the end of the tunnel.

Hunter S. Thompson about hope and reality

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era - the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were here and alive in that corner of time and the world.
Whatever it meant . . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time - and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights - or very early mornings - when I left the Fillmore half - crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn - off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll - gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. .There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere.
There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high - water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

Sandman

Simply the best comic book ever, the unique style of Gaiman's story telling, cool dark atmosphere, it's about someone who's older sister is Death herself...


- I think the whole world's gone mad.

- Uh-Uh. It's always been like this. You probably just don't get out enough.



"Every story has got a happy end - you just have to know when you stop telling."

I Might be Wrong

Religions of the World :)

Video of the Day

Shrooms and Life ;)

Adam's aebler

Two of my closest friends recommended this movie not so long ago ... it was really hard to put my hands on it, the big chains in London have no clue about it but finally i got it in the weekend. Was it worth the trouble? I would say absofuckalutely :) ... It's one of the best movies I have seen for quite some time ... the cast is great, the story really good and the topic eternal. What I really like is the small habits the characters develop in relation with one another. I strongly recommend it to everyone (10 out of 10).
IMDB

Conspiracy Theory of the Day

Humpty Dumpty was pushed.

Quote of the Day

Silence is gold ... duck-tape is silver.

Jesus is Coming! Look Busy !...

Manga me :)

One of my favorite songs

Quotes of the day

Every time you said it was just another time I didn't understand.

If everybody smoked, traffic jams would be an opportunity to make friends.

Photographs allow you to see just a moment of a stranger's life. Your thoughts aren't clouded by what they've said and done in the past. You get to share a single experience with them and as them.

An instant classic from Lev (much respect)

Picture of the Day

Quote of The Day

Orbis terrarum est non altus satis (The world is not high enough) (James Bong)

The Great Circle of Life

Quote of the Day

You can do reverse engineering, but you can't do reverse hacking. (V.S. Ramachandran)

Next Life by Woody Allen

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way.
Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, and then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, and you play. You have no responsibilities; you become a baby until you are born.

And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

How to be Cool

In Memoriam Rick Wright (1943-2008)

Rest in Peace ...

The Shiny Black Brick in the Wall

I was messing around with my eee Pc 1000 trying to come up with a modded to bios fix the DSDT table whatever that means.... Of course I managed to reduce it to a functional level of a brick. So now I am in a desperate need of a hardware samurai, someone who is comfortable wielding a soldering iron around and can tell the difference between a BIOS chip and let's say a CPU. Reading some forums I endured the sock of notions like SPI flasher and Atmel AVR but I have no idea what they mean.
Anybody who knows what I am talking about ( cause I don't) : Please HELP!!!! :)

Night On Earth

London By Bike

Good bye Tube, no more crowded corridors, no more fucked services, no more waiting. London is just much more pleasant if you ride a bike... I rode a bike in Budapest for a year day by day 30+ km/day so I can tell the difference ... the drivers are more polite ... I do not feel the shadow of death even when I ride in heavy traffic, there are more bikers here so it is more like swarming than riding alone.
I do about 23-24 km-s a day to work and back. It is not much ... but it feels great. The sleepy mornings are gone ... I feel alive and well all day.
We are thinking about riding to Dover or Brighton in the weekend maybe but it depends on the weather ... It's so stupid that I waited so long so buy a fuckin' bike ... all the summer is gone but there is no real winter here so maybe I can still go on .
Another cool thing is that you get a different perspective of the city, I already found out a lot about it just in two days, I got a better grip on the distances, scale, proportions. I found some cool places along the bike trails really quiet streets with trees, birds singing .... all this in the shadow of some skyscrapers ... some really cool trails along the docks, riding through a labyrinth of alleys, small bridges and parks. Now I feel that I get the most of what I can get here .... I feel fine.

I'm a road warrior :)

London just got small, it's a fuckin' village, got myself this beauty ... I own the road, I'm a fuckin Ninja ... It has around 5 kilos ... perfect handling stable as a rock. The only problem I got with it is that I cannot ride it in a slow pace, It's made for speed. I just love it in a nearly sexual way ;) . Bikes are the only fetish I got :)

Smiles

Smiles :)

Long Way High

I am hearing voices in my head lately, not that I am a psycho or something and they urge me to do something terrible to change the fate of history, it's more like in the old cartoons where the little angel or devil sits on your shoulder gives you good/bad advice and obviously getting you into trouble. I cannot tell if it is an angel or a devil, it's always just out of my field of view so I cannot tell the color of his garment, nor do I hear flapping on angel wings or something. Anyway ... they tell me about a great idea I will try to accomplish next summer namely a bike trip from Budapest to Amsterdam.
So the facts: rough distance in miles from Budapest to Amsterdam is 713 miles or 1147.22 Kilometers
Let's calculate about 100 km / day that's 12 days at least and we have mountains to climb rivers to cross, sandwiches to eat music to hear friends to visit. I am thinking about the Berlin -> Stuttgart (visiting my ex N. :)) -> Amsterdam route. So in the next few days I buy a decent bike and start preparing myself for this. Wish me luck....

I know what u are doin'

Hey You! Yes You in front of the screen! ... I know that you are reading this....

On Ex Girlfriends

"You are walking on thin ice my friend" said the wise (and humble :)) man to his flatmate
"Don't worry man, I'm walking on water" ... said the flatmate

Am I delusional?

Am I delusional? or I just wrote: Am I delusional? or I just wrote: Am I delusional? ....

Sentence of the Day

only a fool has no doubts

Radiohead : A Reminder

If I get old, I will not give in
But if I do, remind me of this.
Remind me that, once I was free,
Once I was cool, once I was me.

And if I sat down, and crossed my arms,
Hold me into, this song.

Knock me out, smash out my brains,
If I take a chair, start to talk shit.....

If I get old, remind me of this:
That night we kissed, and I really meant it.

Whatever happens, if were still speaking.
Pick up the phone, play me this song.

Zen debris

Zen is like a finger pointing at the Moon; once you've seen the Moon, there is no longer any need for the finger. Unless you have to scratch yourself or something.

The Bodhisattvas are great tricksters,
Sacrificing their own purity to save
all sentient beings.
But their words only cloud the glass.
Better they had kept their mouths closed.

Mind, body, feelings, and phenomena are empty.
Yet undeniably Angelina Jolie is hot.
When you can comprehend the emptiness
of mind, body, and feeling,
and the hotness of Angeline Jolie,
Then the ten thousand things will pass through the gate.

Source

Sentence of the Day

The tragedy of getting what you want is that when you do actually get it, you always lose what you had. (Alex James - Blur)

Life lessons

This close to thirty a man starts to wonder how much knowledge, experience has he gathered, those hard years pushing down his shoulders, have they left a mark? ... maybe something constructive, something he can pass to the next generation, a durable idea which stands still facing all the hardness of life.
Coping about this, it came to me, it slowly crystalized in me, in it's purest form, a powerful idea.
I think it is time to share it, to open the eyes of the masses, to shed light in the World filled with darkness and ignorance.
So it goes like this:

Girls are utterly unpredictable.

Sunday bloody sunday

Laid back sunday afternoon today, slight hangover. Just a perfect time for me and my flat-mate to act like some shopping-sitcom-bitches buying some t-shirts, CD-s and stuff rewarding ourself for no particular reason. Dockland is a ghost town today filled with the shadows of thousands of suits and ties wearing away the cold lifeless steel and glass landscape. Coffee than home ...

biggest regret of the weekend: not buying the "Dance Bitch" t-shirt at the festival
greatest finding of the weekend: Yoga Bunny Detox drink with great unidentifiable flavor
greatest sentence of the weekend: "never miss a good chance to shut up..."

FatBoy Slim is just a band...

O2 Wireless festival 2008, yesterday evening Hyde Park, it started slow but emerged as a great show featuring FatBoy Slim, beautiful girls dancing all around, great weather apple and pear cider, the best you can get, ever :)

30

Sex on the tv
Everybodys at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty...

12 more days ...

Hype and Crap take #2

I don't know if it is pure coincidence or these things are somehow aware but after yesterday's post on my "beloved" IPhone my iPod Classic blinked one last time and died. He did this with all my 40+GB of carefully collected and organized music.Thanks Apple I HATE YOU!!!!

Free Will

Another great insight from Victor Pelevin about life and stuff:
Free will. Life's like falling off a roof. Can you stop on the way? No. Can you turn back? No. Can you fly off sideways? Only in an advertisement for underplants specially made for jumping off roofs.
All free will means is you can choose whether to fart in mid-flight or wait till you hit the ground. And that's what the philosophers argue about.

Hype and Crap

I recently bought an Apple IPhone. All my mates at work said that I am crazy. Two weeks passed and I realized that the thing is crap, I just hate it, it's not for me, using it is just pure pain, I do not even charged it anymore, so I decided to get rid of it. It's a fine gift I thought (for somebody else I mean) so I gave it to my mate Z. Now everybody tells me that I am crazy cause I handed it over like that.
People are telling me that I am crazy too frequently nowadays. Maybe they are right....

These Days

Last weekend we had a short trip to Amsterdam which turned out as expected : just great. I am always shocked about the cool laid back atmosphere of the city, the calm friendly people walking the streets, all the bicycles and the girls. The girls were especially beautiful even compared to London. And they were everywhere.
So now I'm back here in the U.K. in a kind of post excitement stress disorder. Luckily the future has some things to offer, I'll be in Budapest in the weekend watching Mike Patton and some crazy russian jazz trio performing on a boat. Sounds great isn't it?

Wolf at the door

Trotters

The reason of course, did not lie in Kotovsky and his trotters. The reason lay in Anna, in the elusive and inexplicable quality of her beauty, which from the very first moment had made me invent and ascribe to her a soul of profound and subtle feeling. I could not possibly have dreamed that an ordinary pair of trotters might be capable of rendering their owner attractive in her eyes. And yet it was so. The strangest thing of all, I thought, was that I assumed that a woman needs something else. But what might that be - the riches of the spirit?
I laughed out loud and two chickens walking along the edge of the road fluttered away from me in fright.
Now that was interesting, I reasoned, for if I were truthful with myself, that was precisely what I have thought - that there existed in me something capable of attracting this woman and raising me in her eyes immeasurably higher than any owner of a pair of trotters. But the very comparison already involved a quite intolerable vulgarity - in accepting I was myself reducing to the level of a pair of trotters what should in my view seem of an immeasurably greater value to her?My inner world? The things that I think and feel? I groaned out loud in disgust at myself. It was time I stopped deceiving myself, I thought. For years now my main problem had been how to rid myself of all these thoughts and feelings and leave mu so-called inner world behind me on some rubbish tip. But even if I assumed for a moment that it did have some kind of value, at least of an aesthetic kind, that did not change a thing - everything beautiful tat can exists in a human being is inaccessible even to the person in whom it exists. How could it really be possible to fix it with the eye of introspection and say: "There it was, it is and it will be?" Was it really possible in any sense to possess it, to say, in fact, that it belonged to anyone? How could I compare with Kotovsky's trotters something that bore no relation to myself, something which I have merely glimpsed in the finest seconds of my life? And how could I blame Anna if she refuses to see in me I have long ago ceased to see in myself? No, this was genuinely absurd - even in those rare moments of life when I have perhaps discovered this most important of things, I have felt quite clearly that it was absolutely to express it. It might be that someone utters a succinct phrase as he gases out of the window at the sunset, and no more. But what I myself say when I gaze out at sunsets and sunrises has long irritated me beyond all tolerance. My soul is not endowed with any special beauty, I thought, quite the opposite - I was seeking in Anna what had never existed in myself. All that remained of me when I saw her was an aching void which could only be filled by her presence, her voice, her face. So what could I offer her instead of a ride with Kotovsky on his trotters - myself? In other words, my hope that in intimacy with her I might discover the answer to some vague and confused question tormenting my soul? Absurd. Had I been in her position myself, I would have chosen to ride the trotters with Kotovsky.
(Victor Pelevin: The Clay Machine-Gun)

There is a girl...

There is a girl in our office building here in London who looks just like Liv Tyler - 10 years. It makes your jaws drop. What I can tell is that all my thougts regarding her are of sexually explicit nature.

Weekend flexuality

I had a long weekend and I thought I try my hands on some Actionscript programming. Creating a multiplayer game always bugged me but every time till now I was getting nowhere so I adopt a step by step approach. I will not make any plans, I will work on it when I have the time and we will see where all this goes in the future. So here it is a teaser for now or the state of the art in my gameland.

Me

Got it in the morning, a pure representation of my inner self reflected through popular culture, Now I'm in sync with our time :)

Amsterdam delayed

There are those moments in life when in a couple of seconds everything just turns around, the sky goes dark, the truth becomes a lie, all your plans, your actual place in the world is altered in an irreversible way, like when you realize that bought your plane tickets in inverse direction.

Amsterdam

Tomorrow is the night, 21:00 Amsterdam Central Station. A young man stands before the familiar pillars. He turns his gaze slowly from right to left. "Yes this is it" the scream of joy in his mind sparks a flush of endorphin in his bloodstream. The familiar sight of the cafe-shop ignites a rush of cozy nostalgic feelings. I'm home as I ever be.
He slowly begins to walk towards the corner preparing himself for the next near-life experience.

Into the Wild

A sad and true story about freedom and what makes us happy. IMDB

Welcome to the brave new world...

First post hope it's not the last, forming new habits is not an easy at all plus looking behind in the past I see only tiny shards of organized behavior. Time will tell ... let's hope for the best.