travel log: Not Constantinople |
Istanbul pt. 2The ceiling of the Blue Mosque (kalidescope)The Blue Mosque was absolutely incredible. Every inch consisted of hand painted plaster or tiles.It towered above the tourists with an arabesq...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 22:14:00 GMT |
travel log:Patmos |
PatmosWe woke up early, docked on the countryside of a little agrarian island. I didn't have enough money so I hiked 5 miles up a mountainside donkey trail with a bunch of other poor folks from the cr...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 20:01:00 GMT |
travel log: Ephesus |
EphesusKusadasi is white hot, just like these leather pantsGeroge took our tour group to see the old Roman town of Ephesus in Turkey. He called us George after himself and took us to shady spots, thou...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 19:59:00 GMT |
travel log:Mykonos |
MykonosToday has the strongest winds Ive seen yet. The gale blows threw my fries into the sea at lunch. We are at the whitewashed island of Mykonos.On the walk to the starting point of our tour Dumfy ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 19:45:00 GMT |
Impressed Once |
Honda Accord AdNow don't get me wrong, I'm not a Honda fanatic, but their marketing is damn brilliant. Watch it.This was made with no CGI or editing. It is all real and took 606 takes to get it right....
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 21:44:00 GMT |
Impressed Twice |
A chorus making Honda noises.I love music.Cars....not so much.
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 01:25:00 GMT |
Imogen Heap! Dandellions, and Quentin Tarantino |
Tonight was amazing.I'm going to Quentin Tarantino (meaning I will go from ending to beginning for any of you who haven't had the pleasure of seeing Kill Bill) for you folks.Amy and I met Imogen Heap,...
Posted by on Fri, 19 May 2006 22:26:00 GMT |
Dream Sequence 1 |
This is a dream I had a while ago. It is unfinished, but the ending is still a sufficive conclusion.Expect more to come.....>
Posted by on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 22:03:00 GMT |
Abandonment&desperate reminders |
A little photo essay of things we forget, things I hope never to forget, and things we desperately try to remind ourselves of. Walking through the abandoned offices and workshops of this quary with th...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 13:17:00 GMT |
Civilization |
Rovina lay, mouth open wide, under the crumbling monuments of glories long past, metropolitan effluence dripping from the windowsills and beating war songs on her teeth. The wall above her reads: "pal...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 16:56:00 GMT |
