Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008

http://www.davidho.com/
I want to introduce to you one of my favorite digital artist David Ho. It`s quite interesting and very artistic. Works done by him are creative and surrealistic. They express the mystical nature of human being. In his personal works i like the pig series the most. Maybe you will also find that some of his illustrations have H.R. Giger influence in them.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Russian Diplomacy

The great victory for Soviet diplomacy at the Helsinki conference.
President Ford, Giscard d' Estaing, Harold Wilson and Brezhnev assembled for a conference. After days of conferring they decided to take a break — they would go to India to hunt elephants.
Well, they did, and the very first day, towards nightfall, they caught an elephant. Now, what were they to do with it? They decided to tie it to a tree and agreed to take turns in guarding it.
The first on guard was President Ford. He stood guard for two hours, woke Giscard, then went to sleep. Giscard stood guard for two hours, woke Wilson, then went to sleep. Wilson stood guard for two hours, woke Brezhnev, then went to sleep. Brezhnev went to sleep too.
In the morning they woke up and there was no elephant.
'Where's the elephant?' they ask Brezhnev.
'What elephant?'
'What do you mean "What elephant"?' The others are indignant. 'Did we come to India to hunt elephants?'
'We did.'
'Did we catch an elephant?'
'We did.'
'Did we tie it to a tree?'
'We did.'
'Did we agree to take turns guarding it?'
'We did.'
'Did Ford stand guard?'
'He did.'
'Did he hand the elephant over to Giscard?'
'He did.'
'Did Giscard stand guard?'
'He did.'
'Did he hand the elephant over to Wilson?'
'He did.'
'Did Wilson stand guard?'
'He did.'
'Did he hand the elephant over to you?'
'He did.'
'Then, where is the elephant?'
'What elephant?'
President Ford, Giscard d' Estaing, Harold Wilson and Brezhnev assembled for a conference. After days of conferring they decided to take a break — they would go to India to hunt elephants.
Well, they did, and the very first day, towards nightfall, they caught an elephant. Now, what were they to do with it? They decided to tie it to a tree and agreed to take turns in guarding it.
The first on guard was President Ford. He stood guard for two hours, woke Giscard, then went to sleep. Giscard stood guard for two hours, woke Wilson, then went to sleep. Wilson stood guard for two hours, woke Brezhnev, then went to sleep. Brezhnev went to sleep too.
In the morning they woke up and there was no elephant.
'Where's the elephant?' they ask Brezhnev.
'What elephant?'
'What do you mean "What elephant"?' The others are indignant. 'Did we come to India to hunt elephants?'
'We did.'
'Did we catch an elephant?'
'We did.'
'Did we tie it to a tree?'
'We did.'
'Did we agree to take turns guarding it?'
'We did.'
'Did Ford stand guard?'
'He did.'
'Did he hand the elephant over to Giscard?'
'He did.'
'Did Giscard stand guard?'
'He did.'
'Did he hand the elephant over to Wilson?'
'He did.'
'Did Wilson stand guard?'
'He did.'
'Did he hand the elephant over to you?'
'He did.'
'Then, where is the elephant?'
'What elephant?'

Counting Lessons in Purgatory, New Mexico, Joel-Peter Witkin
Unlike many photographic artists, whose vision is concentrated
solely in their photographic or darkroom efforts, Witkin uses
titles worthy of literary aspirations, but this valuation of the
literary is never for its own sake. Each title transcends
mere labeling, a charge that might be laid at the feet of many
otherwise fine photographers, and adds a dimension
to images that already bear multiple shades of meaning.
Thursday, September 4, 2008

The shadow hadn't quite cleared the stoop. I stopped
inside the door, watching the shadow move. It moved
almost perceptibly, creeping back inside the door, driving
the shadow back into the door. Only she was running
already when I heard it. In the mirror she was running
before I knew what it was. That quick her train caught
up over her arm she ran out of the mirror like a cloud, her veil
swirling in long glints her heels brittle and fast clutching her
dress onto her shoulder with the other hand, running out of
the mirror the smells roses roses the voice that breathed
o'er Eden. Then she was across the porch I couldn't hear her
heels then in the moonlight like a cloud, the floating shadow
of the veil running across the grass, into the bellowing.
She ran out of her dress, clutching her bridal, running into
the bellowing where T. P. in the dew Whooey Sas-sprilluh
Benjy under the box bellowing. Father had a V-shaped silver
cuirass on his running chest
From The Sound and the Fury - William Faulkner
Greeting
Hi people. I decided to make my own blog and to spend a few minutes everyday blogging here my thoughts, points of view, some good moments of my life and things like that. I hope it`ll be interesting for you and you`ll visit this blog frequently.
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