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Sweden

Sunday, December 26th, 2004

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Alcoholic kind of mood, lose my clothes

Sunday, December 26th, 2004

Alcoholic kind of mood, lose my clothes, lose my lube. Cruisin for a piece of fun, looking out for number one. – Placebo

Sheer Anonymous Surfing Pleasure

Thursday, December 23rd, 2004

Switchproxy is a handy application for firefox and mozilla that allows you to easily switch between proxies so you can be anonymous online.

Clever jacket, stylish and with good safety design.

The Long Tail, really cool article that’s soon to be a book. Blurb: ” Editor-in-Chief of Wired, CHRIS ANDERSON says that the future belongs to those that serve the millions of untapped niche markets as well as they serve the masses. Read his manifesto to find out how unlimited shelf space and personalization can revolutionize your business.” The Long Tail Website.

Cool Egg Cup.

House of Cards – Got this on dvd. “You may think that, I couldn’t possibly comment.” I watched this on TV before and loved it. Now mine on dvd.

Urban Eyes

Thursday, December 23rd, 2004

http://home.digital.udk-berlin.de/~jussi/projects/urban_eyes/main.html

Take some RFID chips, stick em in birdseed, feed them to pigeons and track the pigeons with CCTV cameras, allowing you to see the world like a pigeon. Interesting idea.

Blurb: “The experience is essentially about being connected to the bird, the way it experiences the common living circles. Hence acquiring the data, the images and videos directly from the net would be utterly different experience, lacking the physical connection to one’s environment and its inhabitants.”

Mama Tried

Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004

http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/haggard-merle/mama-tried-507.html

The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un’s dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I’m bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
‘Til Mama couldn’t hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame ‘cos Mama tried.

Instrumental break.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame ‘cos Mama tried.

Road Graffiti

Thursday, December 16th, 2004

This road graffiti is really sweet.

Cool coffee mug idea.

Blackboard Jungle

Tuesday, December 14th, 2004

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Nice pic taken from the New York Times 2004 Year in Ideas

yeah still here

Sunday, December 12th, 2004

I’m still about. Just no time to post stuff. *yawn*

Show me

Thursday, November 11th, 2004

“Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams. And I’ll show you a happy man.” (Tennyson)

Prisoner Cellblock I

Sunday, October 31st, 2004

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