( light-damaged holga photographs )

Jules Feiffer:

"Christ died for our sins. Dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not committing them?"

it's been raining all day. the bus broke down twice; lights off, engine silent, then coming to life with a roar. i stepped in a puddle while walking home, and was nearly knocked over by an old man on a bicycle. i'm fine with that. old men are nice, especially when they sit on park benches eating sandwiches, and have white hair under plaid caps ( Read more... )

thanks (and illicit love!) to all of you who came down to support last night. ztrin is going to cajole certain members of the audience into giving her pictures. hopefully, i'll be able to post them by next week - if tiff and i look decent, that is.

despite technical difficulties and incredibly obvious mistakes on my part, i think we played quite OK.

today i awoke to the sound of church bells. for a second, i thought i'd died and gone to heaven, or simply fallen asleep outside a cathedral.

all this medication is giving me a stomachache.

in case you weren't aware, there are multi-coloured cardboard cows strategically placed all over Singapore.

tonight, as i attempt to complete my Literature assignment, martina is going to steal a cow. afterwards, we are going to think of creative ways to exploit it.

i particularly like the blue ones.

my uncle passed away recently. i went to his funeral in a daze. i remember his hands; they were veined like yellow leaves, and clasped over his chest like an Egyptian mummy's. no one embalms any more ( Read more... )

the Albion is back on course, i hope.

( in memoriam mae noblitt, by a. r. ammons )