On Saturday 28th and Sunday 29th March 2015, it was time for the jellyfish to hit the town again. Which they did, in their own inimitable style. The fanzine festival was a lot of fun, and since it was held in main library of Malmö, a lot of people came by. I took the opportunity […]
If I were to describe this phase of my life it would have to be that of the pupa. In the case of a butterfly this is called chrysalis. This transitional state, and the need for a thick skin, seems a good way of describing where I am right now. At some point the butterfly […]
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but […]
Goodbye Google archive stuff. Hello non-profit Internet Archive. Read more here. And more about Google as reported and collated by Ursula Le Guin here. And more great cartoons from xkcd here.
Well here’s a bit of exciting news – Renate Comics in Berlin is selling Killer Jellyfish Do Denmark. So if you are near Tucholsky Straße in Berlin, feel free to drop by and check out not only the great comics on sale but their fantastic comic library.
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.
Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world? Because, properly attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion. Can one be passionate about the just, the ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit to no labor […]
Considering how dangerous everything is, nothing is really very frightening
Somewhere I have never travelled – beyond any experience (e.e. cummings) I will travel to that foreign country That is you I will set down my roots there Precariously I will accustom myself To the strangeness That is you I will leave behind the ties And the comfort that is warm I will leave […]
When the wheel spins,
it's on the edges that the sparks fly.