Thirsty

Monday, October 25, 2004

Falling in love

I can be such a sucker for love. I love falling in love, I love rolling in the mud that is the love not answered yet. Maybe, who knows. Maybe she will take me just the way I am. Maybe she won't mind if my kisses aren't what she figured they would be like. Maybe she won't mind if my jokes aren't that funny. Maybe she won't mind I'm not like all those guys she has ever looked at and dreamt about, all those guys I already feel jealous of. I just hope I can hold her, bury my nose in her hair and slowly dance on the loveballads that make me ride my bike faster than ever before.

Headphones and you, girl, that's all I need to be happy right now.

Monday, October 18, 2004

Me, myself and I

Let's use this blog for what it was meant: a shameless means of self-assertion and egocentricity.

You want to know more about me?
I want you to know more about me!

Let's see what our local druid Esoterix has to say:

1. numerological number 11
2. astrological Gemini-Cancer-cusp
3. born on June 23
4. homeopathic Sulphur-type

Amen.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Photography

I recently purchased a new (well, second-hand) camera: the Nikon F-70, and therefore said goodbye to my Sony Cybershot for a while. So I suppose it'll take a while before I upload new pictures @ my fotolog.

I took my analog baby for a late afternoon hangover-walk in the neighbourhood, shooting some pics for a series I'm thinking of making entitled: "Good day for laundry" (洗濯日和). And I must say, for some reason, I truly sensed the difference in approach between shooting some snapshots digitally and patiently composing a picture with the analog camera. Of course, it's different, I can hear you shoot-shout into the void. [Shields are up] Yes, but also different in the way I personally perceive the objects that I'm shooting. Whenever I took pictures with my digital camera, I thought of impact; big black lines suddenly disrupting a nice view, or a white light bulb in its pure essence,... especially because most of my digital shots are meant for uploading -read: toying- purposes. Although the line of distinction is hard to draw here, I consider analog photography to be more introvert, a somewhat more poetic form of expression.

Some (because I can never remember their names) of my favorite poet-photographers - in no particular order:

1. Wolfgang Tillmans
2. Kawauchi Rinko
3. Elisa Sighicelli
4. ...

(!re-edit likely!)

Saturday, October 16, 2004

Missing

A friend of mine is missing, he suddenly disappeared, the only trace he left behind were the numerous words he shared with us, his friends, and a farewell letter to his mom. In the meanwhile, I'm drunk at some bar. How lives can be so limited to the individual that's leading them...We miss you, man. Let's get drunk, just one more time, please. Come back and I'll buy you a drink. Come back and let's talk.

Monday, October 04, 2004

Technicolor

Listening to Wham's "Last Christmas" on Shoutcast now and with a pretty low bitrate, making the song sound like it is coming directly out of a the gramophone player's horn. Though digital, I adore the nostalgic feel to it; its translation of the needle floating over the dusty groove is magnificent. Back to the day your mother answered your cry for affection with an extra high seat on her lap, or just the comfort that the past has been survived and can therefore not be so bad? Whatever be the case, the same nostalgic ease overwhelms me whenever I watch early eighties police shows, especially the Japanese Tokusa saizensen (特査最前線). Technicolor beauty, let's not stop treasuring it.

Friday, October 01, 2004

Death to design

I hereby declare death to "design". Fuck "design" and be free. Let's call it visual music! Yeah yeah, that would be cool! Until next spring, when we should bring back "design", stating it is back from the dead! Yeah! Cool! With a big D!