“Behold the hands, how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate, refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of variation which makes the tongue envious.”
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Tag Archives: Texas
It’s Fleeting, and It’s Temporal
I remember as a kid having a balloon and accidentally letting the string go and watching it just float off and into the sky until it disappeared. And there’s something about that, even, that feels very much like what life is, you know, that it’s fleeting, and it’s temporal.
—-Pete Docter
Better They Should Enjoy Their Temporary Lives
Happy Robot
What Twisted People We Are
“What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or at least pretend to be in front of others, and how twisted we are deep down. How paltry we are and how spectacularly we contort ourselves before our own eyes, and the eyes of others…And all for what? To hide what? To make people believe what?”
― Roberto Bolaño
The saga which is the Leaning Tower of Dallas continues. Today, we were promised that a wrecking ball would bring it down for good. What actually appeared looked awfully tiny against the tilted mountain of concrete. It didn’t seem to do any more damage than a tickle.
Everyone in town is posing with the leaning tower in a variety of poses to appear with the tower in a selfie.
Leaning Tower of Dallas – Instagram
When I stopped by myself – I enjoyed the scene of people posing. If you take the tower out of the picture – everything is even more amusing.
I Want Things I Can’t Have
Giant Cherry Bomb
“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.”
― Julius Caesar

My Giant cargo/commuter/ex-mountain bike and Cherry Bomb, sculpture, by Nic Noblique, Uptown, Dallas, Texas
Art: Cherry Bomb
A Rational Fear Of Birds
“You’ll think this is a bit silly, but I’m a bit–well, I have a thing about birds.”
“What, a phobia?”
“Sort of.”
“Well, that’s the common term for an irrational fear of birds.”
“What do they call a rational fear of birds, then?”
― Anansi Boys
A Depth To Which Divers Would Find It Difficult To Descend
“There, at a depth to which divers would find it difficult to descend, are caverns, haunts, and dusky mazes, where monstrous creatures multiply and destroy each other. Huge crabs devour fish and are devoured in their turn. Hideous shapes of living things, not created to be seen by human eyes wander in this twilight. Vague forms of antennae, tentacles, fins, open jaws, scales, and claws, float about there, quivering, growing larger, or decomposing and perishing in the gloom, while horrible swarms of swimming things prowl about seeking their prey.
To gaze into the depths of the sea is, in the imagination, like beholding the vast unknown, and from its most terrible point of view. The submarine gulf is analogous to the realm of night and dreams. There also is sleep, unconsciousness, or at least apparent unconsciousness, of creation. There in the awful silence and darkness, the rude first forms of life, phantomlike, demoniacal, pursue their horrible instincts.”
― The Toilers of the Sea











