To the guy on the vespa coming out of the Museum of Everything after the film. If you were to have a child yourself, it might teach you that there is more to life than hair gel and your next soy latte.
I apologised once, twice for any noise my child might have made (he slept through most of the film) and had only asked a few questions. The film was free to the public. But you kept on going after my apologies. What did you really want? Choke on your skinny soy latte asshole. Missing debate club?
Otherwise, the Museum is very nice indeed. And an interesting film about Seraphine, the naive painter.
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Monday, 26 October 2009
Chinaware
Recently, large bowls and platters are selling. I have started a cat cup series. Already, three have gone. Taking some china to Spain. Meeting, David and Roser--also Dina and Kfir who have been cycling around Europe for four months now--ready for a rest.
Friday, 23 October 2009
Monday, 25 May 2009
rough sketch for cones as art
No self-respecting art collector should be without a cone.
I've been in this here tate modern.
I see what you people are into. It like a DIY store in here....yall got bricks, cones, piles of ceeeement, glass cubes ...and little balls all in a row.
I tell you my idea,if ya'll some art....I got some right here. this is a plate with a sea bass on it. Ya'll can look at it and say...Hey, that's a sea bass.
This here is a cone. But it ain't no ordinary cone..no not at all. It's usually on the road for directing traffic as to where not to go.
However, I have rescued it and given it a new life.
First of all, I find it very useful for cone dancing. Cone dancin a new thing. Like mobile pole dancing. Ya'll can twirl around it and even sit on it. But the ones I've sat on, they go for more money.
I'm figuring to have a show of cones. They all orange usually, but I'm painting them up in different colours...just like ipods. And then, just to be modern, I'm gonna line them up in a row...all mysterious like. Like a family of cones...a series.
I've been in this here tate modern.
I see what you people are into. It like a DIY store in here....yall got bricks, cones, piles of ceeeement, glass cubes ...and little balls all in a row.
I tell you my idea,if ya'll some art....I got some right here. this is a plate with a sea bass on it. Ya'll can look at it and say...Hey, that's a sea bass.
This here is a cone. But it ain't no ordinary cone..no not at all. It's usually on the road for directing traffic as to where not to go.
However, I have rescued it and given it a new life.
First of all, I find it very useful for cone dancing. Cone dancin a new thing. Like mobile pole dancing. Ya'll can twirl around it and even sit on it. But the ones I've sat on, they go for more money.
I'm figuring to have a show of cones. They all orange usually, but I'm painting them up in different colours...just like ipods. And then, just to be modern, I'm gonna line them up in a row...all mysterious like. Like a family of cones...a series.
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Catch up
Many adventures lately. No time to write them down. With Wednesday, Seeing Monique again and later, celebrating Loren's birthday at the bear in Clerkenwell. The Friday at The Cut, seeing Veronique, Richard, and noticiing that the man who lives behind the Nobody Inn has lost his memory and forgotten that he took a dislike to me for cleaning his kitchen during a dinner party. And met a Jeremy from SF+Milwaukee, clubbing at AKA, and then met Sex Pistol Drummer and crew and had them back here for some songs. That was Friday. Tuesday, cozy chats with Shedman--photos or writer's rooms in Marylebone---Offshoreman. Saturday...Rich MIx Cinema with U of I Dave and Devlin. A bike gathering afterwards to see a cycle film made in Brasil. Columbia Road Market. Cycling on the canal. Snowman Pantomime. Sunday. Veronique's lovely luncheon all day near Bonnington Square. Sloping kitchen floor. Children played nicely.
Monday, 10 November 2008
No time for Sorry
Kfir is an Israeli living in Ireland. This is one part of his view on the Irish which I found quite funny:
What's the matter with these Irish people? They're so polite. It's not natural. It's insincere. Someone bumps into me on the street, brushes my elbow....."sorry." and someone else, steps near my foot---not even on my foot....again "sorry". What is all this "sorry " for? I'm not sorry if I touch a perfect stranger by accident in the road. Do I have time for this? And does he have time for my excuses? No. In Israel, I may push you down on your back and I'm still not sorry. Please....stop with your "sorries". We in Israel have better things to do.
What's the matter with these Irish people? They're so polite. It's not natural. It's insincere. Someone bumps into me on the street, brushes my elbow....."sorry." and someone else, steps near my foot---not even on my foot....again "sorry". What is all this "sorry " for? I'm not sorry if I touch a perfect stranger by accident in the road. Do I have time for this? And does he have time for my excuses? No. In Israel, I may push you down on your back and I'm still not sorry. Please....stop with your "sorries". We in Israel have better things to do.
Ireland
Ireland was good, but quite a lot of energy expended travelling there. Discovered that Ben can walk fifteen kilometres or more without stopping, ok with a fish and chip rest stop, he can continue on ad infinitum. The Irish people were very friendly and informal especially when I lost my mobile phone on the cliffs. Someone was nice enough to turn it into the plice station. I walked into the station and said, "I'm here to pick up a phone." "Oh. What's the name? " That was it...no paperwork, no id check. Here's your phone.
Incredibly rainy today forcing us to forego kickboxing up in Camden. We'll try Saturday instead. Cup and Saucer has sold. Some other tea pots and fifties style bowls. Now doing a baby cup for Monique who is back from Miami. She says the malls are bare and people are walking with their heads down. Dustbowl. "I felt guilty, I was the only one shopping."
Incredibly rainy today forcing us to forego kickboxing up in Camden. We'll try Saturday instead. Cup and Saucer has sold. Some other tea pots and fifties style bowls. Now doing a baby cup for Monique who is back from Miami. She says the malls are bare and people are walking with their heads down. Dustbowl. "I felt guilty, I was the only one shopping."
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