Sunday, July 23, 2006

Monday, July 17, 2006

Np: Beulah - Yoko

Not quite though...

A trip to the mall on a lazy Monday afternoon.

Strolling around air conditioned haves of capitalism.

This is beginning to sound a bit like a broken 45.

Friday, July 14, 2006

One in nine [it's] in irrational numbers

http://www.1in9.org/

Just wanted to tell everybody out there to not worry and be happy. You may believe in rapture, you may believe in second chances, but the truth is that we only have one chance at life and we've got to make the most of it.

Send love in lieu of flowers.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Des filles bresiliennes sont pas males

So...

Fort Greene Park.

Brazilian girls.

"Pussy pussy pussy marijuana."

Talk about a show...it's as if they read the momentum of the crowd and kept the pendulum swinging in the right direction. I see good things in this band's future, but that's just Ms. Cleo talking.

Monday, July 10, 2006

I want you to log onto ditech.co*

http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/07/10/building.collapse/index.html

Good...it's time for traffic and weather together.

6 dead, 1 firefighter.

Hopefully transparency and security will win this one out.

Within the epicenter

-Zebes

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

And that`s all she wrote

FRANCE 1
Portuğal O

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Taksım and the implıcatıons of globalısation

The top floor of a happenıng bar ın the taksım dıstrıct of ıstanbul...one of the most happenıng and sımultaneously least ınterestıng places ın town.

Small medıeval (or older) streets that onces must have housed bazaars or worse are now fılled wıth cabs and sleepıng men hawkıng corn and mussels. Lookıng down on the street from sıx storıes above ıt ıs quıte easy to see how Turkey has been vıctımızed by the promises of the dollar, of the modern world. Cell phone + car + satellıte tv = happıness ?

I suppose ıt has always been a land of contradıctıons but have they ever been more apparent than today? Atatürk would be proud...

np

PİXİES - Ou est mon esprıt

georges PEREC et la crıse ıdentıtaıre

tıré de "W (ou le souvenir d`enfance)"

I have long searched for traces of my hıstory, have İ consulted maps and ph[oney]earbooks, varıous archıves of varyıng ıntegrıty, et caetera. I haven,t found anythıng and ıt seems to me sometimes that İ,m dreaming that this all could have been nothıng but an unescapable nıghtmare.