Chelsea flower show

Chelsea flower show

Pompei

Pompei

Xkcd

There are my favourite xkcd strips right now. Hehe! Geeky comics.
xkcd 203
xkcd 206
xkcd 207
xkcd 179
xkcd 138
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Jay, Betsy, Elyse, Angela

Jay, Betsy, Elyse, Angela

Jay, Betsy, Elyse, Angela and I went to the New Year's Waltz ball at international house, thrown by the Friday Night Waltz crew. More photos in the gallery. Remington was there with Janine. Eden G. too. We all got good and dressed up. Crazy, man, we've never looked this glam! After a few brief lessons we managed to put together a reasonable rendition of the Congress of Vienna Waltz and danced in the New Year. Good fun was had by all.

Music for one apartment and six drummers

I confess I've been lurking instead of posting recently. Bad the ocrow! You may have noticed some spam comments appeared here recently. It's all been tidied up now, I think. To stop more of this sort of thing happening, new user accounts now have to be approved by the admin (me).

I wish I had more time to post photos and write long articles. In the mean time here's a video that I can't stop watching. It was presented at Cannes 2001, directed by swedes Ola Simonsson and Johannes Stjärne Nilsson. Music for one apartment and six drummers.

Happy Thanksgiving

Hello all!

This is Kalina, reporting in from Portland, Oregon.

I spent Thanksgiving at Rob and Laurie's house. Their home is one of those places that radiates light, warmth, and family, so even though I don't see them often, it feels like going home for the holidays. Their little boy Sam is getting more adorable with age. He's full of stories now, and over the course of the evening I was both a speedboat and a magic crocodile. He demonstrated yoga for us (he knows the poses by name) and since Laurie cooks with him often, he's good at improvising recipes. While we were there he developed a plan for "bread soup," which inexplicably had no bread in it, but is made of vanilla, chocolate, whipped cream, pumpkin seeds, and peppers. I'm in!!

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The Dark is Rising

When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back;
Three from the circle, three from the track;
Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone;
Five will return, and one go alone.

Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long;
Wood from the burning, stone out of song;
Fire in the candle-ring, water from the thaw;
Six Signs the circle, and the grail gone before.

Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the Sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the green witch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree.

Just re-read the Dark is Rising, which I first read when I was younger than 11-year old Will Stanton, the last of the old ones.

Funnies from Santa Monica

Funnies from Santa Monica

Smurfing good!

Sunset over Santa Monica pier

Sunset over Santa Monica pier

View from Jules's hotel window...

Chinese Tea Garden in October

Chinese Tea Garden in October

DeYoung Museum was closed so we missed the quilts, but had Chinese tea instead.