The aftermath.

Yesterday I turned 22 years old. That's 22 rides around the sun...

264 months...

1,148 weeks...

8,037 days...

192,901 hours...
11,574,078 minutes...

694,444,729 seconds, all as of when I posted this.

That's interesting.

Now I feel like buying something.

Go figure.

The Field.

"Angel of the North"

These are a few sculptures by Anthony Gormley. He's one of my favorite sculptors! Field is about 55,000 teracotta figures that he lines up and fills gallery floors with, so that you can't enter a room, just look in and see all of these little things covering the ground. They look like spooky little sleepwalkers. Really cool stuff. He also does lots of iron casting/welding pieces, mainly of human forms. All of them are really neat, and he's done hundreds.

This is one installation of Field in an old airplane hanger.

This one is done in a gallery in Germany, I think. The only thing that matters for this exhibit is the walls of the gallery. Other than that, they just line 'em up.

So those are some of my favorites. He's a very cool guy with some very great art. www.anthonygormley.com

Motion Picture Soundtrack

This sums up my brain right now, I'd say.

Last weeks bird.

This one is a Baltimore Oriole. It's one of the 10 North American species of Oriole, and one of the most brilliantly coloured. We live right at the end of their northern territory, so they're uncommon, but not terribly rare. They love oranges, and if there are some around, leave a halved orange by your bird feeder to attract them. The female is much duller in colour, but still quite orange. She is also much less black, and more uniformely coloured. They build little hanging nests that are teardrop shaped.

"Icterus galbula"

Poor Snowman...

I finally finished Oryx and Crake. It was absolutly terrific!

Always...

Well, it's 2am, and I'm sitting here in the dark with not a lot keeping me awake. At times like this, I always seem to turn to things that I really shouldn't, to entertain. Nothing like smut or violence or anything, but undersea creatures. I don't know what it is, but when it's late and I have nothing to keep me interested, my hands always end up typing "world's biggest" or "world's most dangerous" or "rarest" followed by some kind of sea monster noun. Tonight, it was jellyfish. Not sure why. Like I said, it always just happens, weather i want it to or not, I get sea monsters. Was reading, and apparentally the Nomura's jellyfish, and the Lion's Mane jellyfish are the 2 biggest in the world. The Nomura's jellyfish is apparentally a big problem in japan, not because it's dangerous to be around (it is, but it doesn't come up much), but the fact that it chokes the fishermen's nets! They can weigh over 200 kilos, and get very big across, over 5 meters. They also, whilst trapped in the nets, poison all the other things caught in them, making them unedible! Now, as far as undeasea beasties go, jellies are by far the easiest for me to look at on the internet; they have no spooky dead eyes, no fangs, gills or slippery fins, just a puffly body and some long stingers hanging out the bottom. Also, a big thing for me, is the whole no real brain thing. They just float, and puff, and float, and puff. They can't team up on you like a crazy pack of dolphins, or plan some horrendous surprise attack like a shark, they just puff, and float.

This thing is a fake picture, but damn was i spooked when i saw it.

A secret part of me wants it to be real. Monsters would be awesome...