It was getting increasingly hard to sleep recently, especially in the past few weeks. I could never understand why.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I have suffered so long for nothing.
It was getting increasingly hard to sleep recently, especially in the past few weeks. I could never understand why.
Monday, July 19, 2010
I Wonder What Human Flesh Tastes Like by Justin Isis
My friend, author Quentin S Crisp, has an important announcement to make.
Dear Readers,
My name is Quentin, but please call me Quentin S. Crisp. I have had the privilege of being interviewed on this blog in the past, and now I would like to address you directly. For some time I have been in correspondence and creative collaboration with Justin Isis, guest writer on this blog. A significant overlap in our aesthetic concerns led us to found the dadaoist blogzine, Chômu. Catching the westering rays of that dying blog (which will perhaps rise again), and taking its name therefrom, a new celestial body has appeared in the publishing firmament: Chômu Press.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Mitama Matsuri at Yasukuni Shrine 2010
Yesterday, I noticed an increase of traffic for last year's blog post about the Mitama Matsuri (or Mitama Festival) at the Yasukuni Shrine. I checked the date and realized that it's exactly been a year (plus a day) since I went to the festival. Last year I went with two of my friends, Zifeng and Yang Yang, it was a fun experience. We went there in the evening, and left after sunset.
It took me a while to decide whether I wanted to go again or not, with a newer camera, I could take much better photos than last year's. Too bad I would be going alone, but then, it's always been the case anyway.
This time, I arrived at the shrine at around 7:30pm. It was already night.
It took me a while to decide whether I wanted to go again or not, with a newer camera, I could take much better photos than last year's. Too bad I would be going alone, but then, it's always been the case anyway.
This time, I arrived at the shrine at around 7:30pm. It was already night.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Cannes leftovers
My old laptop died last month and I ended up being forced to get a new one. Well, it was about time anyway, the laptop had been with me for more than 3 years, a usual life span for laptops?
I just opened its hard disk and hooked it up to my new comp just now because I needed to extract some information needed for tomorrow's final Masters' Thesis presentation. Then I saw some of the photos from my last day in Cannes which I have yet to upload on Flickr, and also an earlier video, so here you go.
This video was taken on May 18th, when Professor Ando was bringing us to this nice place for dinner.
I just opened its hard disk and hooked it up to my new comp just now because I needed to extract some information needed for tomorrow's final Masters' Thesis presentation. Then I saw some of the photos from my last day in Cannes which I have yet to upload on Flickr, and also an earlier video, so here you go.
This video was taken on May 18th, when Professor Ando was bringing us to this nice place for dinner.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Sumptuous feast and fun party during last day of Brignogan workshop
24th of June, last day of the workshop in Brignogan. After the session ended, I was interviewed by a local paper! (Orsi of Hungary, served as translator)
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Sunrise and sunset, Brignogan-Plages, France
Ah, it's good to be operating in full strength again. After my grievous bout of nosebleed, and the upset tummy that lasted for a couple of days. Every time when I was on the verge of recovering, I would eat something... unhealthy, prolonging the pain, so during the weekend I decided to cut down my meals. It was pretty horrible.
Brignogan-Plages, or simply Brignogan, was where I had my scriptwriting workshops. After spending two days in Brest, a car picked me and a few others up at the train station and took us to Brignogan, a village 30 km away.
It didn't take too long.
Brignogan-Plages, or simply Brignogan, was where I had my scriptwriting workshops. After spending two days in Brest, a car picked me and a few others up at the train station and took us to Brignogan, a village 30 km away.
It didn't take too long.
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