BareBente
if i have nothing to say, i won't say it.
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Creativity and alphabet love
‘…qualities like quiveriness and vulnerability come to mind when I think of creativity… creativity requires a sense of smell, a palate to taste the scents that make brilliance. All life feeds upon the random. Creativity is the haute cuisine.’ -Douglas Hofstadter-
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Threatened by extinction – the nordic ark
I took a trip to the zoo. And was reminded of how annoying humans are.
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font conference
I laugh and laugh – this is too good. A conference of fontfaces, deciding if Zapf dingbats should be given membership. Ransom interfers, and have taken Courier and Curlz prisoner, threatening to slash off their serifs. And what face saves the day? ..guess what fontface is my favourite..
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Helvetica, gods of fonts. I don’t like the a.
I finally saw the much-trumpeted film. It was amusing; mainly for the characters in it – and I mean the designers, not the fontface. That helvetica is everywhere is no surprise. It is clean, bland, large, simple and good for signage. Generally. But the designers was the funniest bits. Some of them are clearly off…
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Crop circles, math and outer space
I know a lot of strange people. Some of them are the kind you might think the most ordinary figures, until.. something seeps out. I know a guy who believes crop circles are made by creatures from outer space, the «wee folk» or «unidentified streams of energy». That is pretty off, but extraordinary coming from…
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Northern Irelands silly ghosts. Attempted murder, hahaha!
I admit I don’t really keep up with Northern Irish news much these days. It’s either desperately provincial – or just plain desperate. Yes, someone planted a bomb the other day, and yes, somebody got hurt. And I’m sure the obscure rural radio show is still going on without me. So. Some things never change.…
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Lawnmowerensis
Summer at last. Weekend at last. Two more exams. Beautiful weather, gorgeous peace. Sitting in the garden reading, taking notes, it begins. The neighbour fires up the lawnmower. This is, in fact more contagious than ebola in a chicken coop. So the neighbour on the other side thinks «oh, mow the lawn, maybe!» and he…
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The worst books ever written
Few books deserves a place on the bookshelf of shame, and I’m a little ambivalent about this – should I dignify the biggest drivel I have ever read, or is the best plan to let them die in silence? For artists and authors the worst thing is indiffrence. Hate is at least an emotion too.…
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media – gossip central and major irony
I don’t read papers much anymore, I don’t have a telly. In fact, I have been sans telly for …oh.. the main part of the last sixteen years. I had a telly the first four years, I used it as a pedestal for potted plants and asian souvenirs, considered making a fish-tank out of it,…
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OXYmoronic, said the misanthropic humanitarian
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Beirut
The sea – most of all the sea. Coming from Damascus, two things are sights for sore eyes: the sea, and green things. I drank in green; on corners, on waste ground, balconies, flowerpots. My friends had lived in, and not really left Damascus, for a month at this point and I can only imagine…
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Damascus
Damascus is a suprisingly small city- or at least it feels that way. The traffic is as maddening as you’d expect; but not quite as crazy as you’d might fear. The old city is as exotic as you’d hope, but not as impossible as you’d might be lead to believe. This is not Bankok. This…