i'm going to daydream tonight. get out of midterm mode.

places i wish i could visit, but are impossible to do so....

 bhutan. one must petition for permission to enter this land locked area in the himalayas through their  government and the only way to travel is via tour caravan.  these treks include a pack mule/ass, tour guide, assistant and horseman, out of sight as, virtually, your assistants.  They run ahead of you and set up camp so as to have a hot cup of tea waiting for you in your dining tent upon arrival.  an indulgent trip to see buddhist monasteries? i would never be able to go and experience it purposefully.

the caves at lascaux, france.  so.... one of the most pristine examples of prehistoric art, virtually the appearance of art itself, housing huge caves of pigment coated walls. images included: reindeer, bulls, stags, horses, and even a strange unicorn looking creature. anyway. after its discovery, when tourism boomed, the pigments on the wall began to fade from over exposure to carbon dioxide from visitors breath. So now the caves harbor a bunch of mold that is growing on top of the images due to hot tourist breath. nowadays you can visit a huge, intricate cement replica  meh...

^^old cave^^

^^new cave^^

"A verdant landscape filled with beaufiful animals of all kinds, harp music, cumulous clouds in a bright-blue sky, and happy people conversing pleasently, sipping cold sake from homemade bamboo cups."
- Martha Stewart on her idea of what happiness is

bellini ^
reliquaries: the left holding one of St John the Baptist's teeth,
the right, one of his fingers



i am reading 'the epic of gilgamesh'
though i have become more enamored with the ancient (Ishtar) poems about inanna.

gehard demetz




i am considering the option of taking up the life of the hermit.
i think it is the only way i will get anything done anymore.
of Einstein, arguably the most renowned genius, Leopold Infeld wrote:
"The clue to the understanding of Einstein's role in science lies in his loneliness
and aloofness. (...) For him the isolation was a blessing since it prevented his
thought from wandering into conventional channels."
perhaps i'll move to the hermit caves in ireland:


lindsay lohan's collection for Ungaro got terrible reviews.

rock and roll confidential's hall of douchebags










today i am thinking about mark rothko. the loony toon.
i miss houston, tx. especially the rothko chapel.

adolf eichmann is the mid-level bureaucrat of the day.