Saturday, October 18, 2008

map of the universe




currently looking at maps of the universe, let me know if you find anything cool, like medieval celestial maps, will be useful for my research.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

the wall

For this project I chose an abandoned street in Nicosia (Cyprus).
The street is in the centre of town and very close to the buffer zone which separates the island.




























Monday, July 28, 2008

miniature universe

the line-up








shuffle







new line-up


Sunday, May 11, 2008

Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!



The Sorcerer's Apprentice

The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


That old sorcerer has vanished
And for once has gone away!
Spirits called by him, now banished,
My commands shall soon obey.
Every step and saying
That he used, I know,
And with sprites obeying
My arts I will show.

Flow, flow onward
Stretches many
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.
Come, old broomstick, you are needed,
Take these rags and wrap them round you!
Long my orders you have heeded,
By my wishes now I've bound you.
Have two legs and stand,
And a head for you.
Run, and in your hand
Hold a bucket too.

Flow, flow onward
Stretches many,
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.
See him, toward the shore he's racing
There, he's at the stream already,
Back like lightning he is chasing,
Pouring water fast and steady.
Once again he hastens!
How the water spills,
How the water basins
Brimming full he fills!

Stop now, hear me!
Ample measure
Of your treasure
We have gotten!
Ah, I see it, dear me, dear me.
Master's word I have forgotten!
Ah, the word with which the master
Makes the broom a broom once more!
Ah, he runs and fetches faster!
Be a broomstick as before!
Ever new the torrents
That by him are fed,
Ah, a hundred currents
Pour upon my head!

No, no longer
Can I please him,
I will seize him!
That is spiteful!
My misgivings grow the stronger.
What a mien, his eyes how frightful!
Brood of hell, you're not a mortal!
Shall the entire house go under?
Over threshold over portal
Streams of water rush and thunder.
Broom accurst and mean,
Who will have his will,
Stick that you have been,
Once again stand still!

Can I never, Broom, appease you?
I will seize you,
Hold and whack you,
And your ancient wood
I'll sever,
With a whetted axe I'll crack you.
He returns, more water dragging!
Now I'll throw myself upon you!
Soon, 0 goblin, you'll be sagging.
Crash! The sharp axe has undone you.
What a good blow, truly!
There, he's split, I see.
Hope now rises newly,
And my breathing's free.

Woe betide me!
Both halves scurry
In a hurry,
Rise like towers
There beside me.
Help me, help, eternal powers!
Off they run, till wet and wetter
Hall and steps immersed are Iying.
What a flood that naught can fetter!
Lord and master, hear me crying! -
Ah, he comes excited.
Sir, my need is sore.
Spirits that I've cited
My commands ignore.

"To the lonely
Corner, broom!
Hear your doom.
As a spirit
When he wills, your master only
Calls you, then 'tis time to hear it."





Sunday, March 23, 2008

Women In Art




by Philip Scott Johnson

Sunday, March 16, 2008

the Toy Museum in London







I was walking around in the Goodge street area the other day and came across a small Toy museum in a place that was once the house and store of toy makers of old... the museum was inspiring, beautiful and creepy.

FLCL

Saturday, March 15, 2008

sleep cycle



REM sleep |rem|
noun
a kind of sleep that occurs at intervals during the night and is characterized by rapid eye movements, more dreaming and bodily movement, and faster pulse and breathing.

dream:

dream |drēm|
noun
a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep : I had a recurrent dream about falling from great heights.
• [in sing. ] a state of mind in which someone is or seems to be unaware of their immediate surroundings : he had been walking around in a dream all day.
• a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal : I fulfilled a childhood dream when I became champion | the girl of my dreams | [as adj. ] they'd found their dream home.
• an unrealistic or self-deluding fantasy : maybe he could get a job and earn some money—but he knew this was just a dream.
• a person or thing perceived as wonderful or perfect : her new man's an absolute dream | it was a dream of a backhand | she's a couturier's dream.
verb ( past and past part. dreamed or dreamt |dremt|) [ intrans. ]
1 experience dreams during sleep : I dreamed about her last night.
• [ trans. ] see, hear, or feel (something) in a dream : maybe you dreamed it | [with clause ] I dreamed that I was going to be executed.
• indulge in daydreams or fantasies, typically about something greatly desired : she had dreamed of a trip to Italy.
• [ trans. ] ( dream time away) waste one's time in a lazy, unproductive way.
2 [with negative ] contemplate the possibility of doing something or that something might be the case : I wouldn't dream of foisting myself on you | [with clause ] I never dreamed anyone would take offense.
PHRASES
beyond one's wildest dreams bigger or better than could be reasonably expected : stockbrokers command salaries beyond the wildest dreams of most workers.
in your dreams used in spoken English to assert that something much desired is not likely ever to happen.
in one's wildest dreams [with negative ] used to emphasize that a situation is beyond the scope of one's imagination : she could never in her wildest dreams have imagined the summer weather in New York.
like a dream informal very well or successfully : the car is still running like a dream.
PHRASAL VERBS
dream on [in imperative ] informal used, esp. in spoken English, as an ironic comment on the unlikely or impractical nature of a plan or aspiration : Dean thinks he's going to get the job. Dream on, babe.
dream something up imagine or invent something : he's been dreaming up new ways of attracting customers.
DERIVATIVES
dreamful |-fəl| adjective ( poetic/literary)
dreamless adjective
dreamlike |-ˌlīk| adjective
ORIGIN Middle English : of Germanic origin, related to Dutch droom and German Traum, and probably also to Old English drēam [joy, music.]

Thesaurus
dream
noun
1 I awoke from my dreams REM sleep; nightmare; vision, fantasy, hallucination.
2 she went around in a dream daydream, reverie, trance, daze, stupor, haze.
3 he realized his childhood dream ambition, aspiration, hope; goal, aim, objective, grail, intention, intent, target; desire, wish, yearning; daydream, fantasy, pipe dream.
4 he's an absolute dream delight, joy, marvel, wonder, gem, treasure; beauty, vision.
verb
1 she dreamed about her own funeral have a dream, have a nightmare.
2 I dreamt of making the Olympic team fantasize about, daydream about; wish for, hope for, long for, yearn for, hanker after, set one's heart on; aspire to, aim for, set one's sights on.
3 she's always dreaming daydream, be in a trance, be lost in thought, be preoccupied, be abstracted, stare into space, muse, be in la-la land.
4 I wouldn't dream of being late think, consider, contemplate, conceive.
adjective
his dream home ideal, perfect, fantasy.
PHRASES
dream up I dreamed up some new excuse think up, invent, concoct, devise, hatch, contrive, create, work out, come up with; informal cook up.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

lazy lazy misery
you cloudy up my brain
one day I 'll bring you down, with hordes of fighting dragon(flies)
right now I must rest still
ten minutes more please let me.

Friday, February 22, 2008

nobody reads it anyway

nobody reads this
if you are a person, and happen to be reading this abpodsgif (this is fun)
well.. congratulations,
you have discovered a road less traveled by.
oh welcome welcome to my home
its not much
but its
MINE

asleep




This is a rare US video of the Smiths song asleep.
I can never get bored of this..

Friday, January 25, 2008

I wish I could write about the dreams I am too ashamed to post.
that way I could remember them better
and everyday life would seem less dull.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

random





Humanity has a limited capacity for evolution, considering that human beings have limited senses..
One can see, hear, feel and think, whatever is in his or her range.
Thus, humans cannot evolve anymore than animals can.





Proof: the look on this woman's face.

mum, summer make good

Sunday, January 13, 2008

dream diary. no3

few nights ago, I had a dream.
my boyfriend detached his face from his body to be with a girl who's just a face.
am I really that horrible?
he seems happy with her, laughing and smiling all the time.