Friday, October 14, 2005

A Wedding

I'm getting married tomorrow so thought I'd share one of my favourite pieces of art in the two spare minutes I could snatch before dealing with last minute arrangements, welcoming family and friends, and the like. I figure I should spread the love around.

chop bar lorry park nigeria

This piece is called "No Problem". It's by Lalelani, a young Nigerian artist who works with a blowtorch smelting metal onto wood. I've always told The Girlfriend that this chop bar and lorry park is where I want to take her in lieu of say The Islands. This kind of aesthetic puts a smile on my face and, as you might suspect, I'm all smiles these days.

Those two minutes are up.

Soundtrack: Yellowman getting married

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Search Parties

A few weeks ago, midway into my recent blogging hiatus, a concerned soul pointed me to The Nonist's public service pamphlet: What everyone should know about blog depression?

Essential reading...

Apparently search parties were summoned and there were mutterings about withdrawal symptoms in comments and in my email inbox. I was even advised to seek help from the cultists (I suspect they are Scientologists but am not sure) who offer stress tests and studiously manufactured empathy in Boston Common.


Suffice to say that "life" intruded a little. Still let's ease back with a brief report on "Some things I learned during my blog break".

  • First a truism: if you can't keep food down for 10 days, you will lose a lot of weight.
  • It is unwise to have gentlemen's agreements with people who aren't gentlemen. This is especially true if you've previously characterized the people-in-question as "ever-elusive". In possibly-related news, an apartment you were told would be ready in August actually only actually becomes available a month-or-so later. "Or so" being the operative term.
  • You can't possibly pack up an apartment you've lived in for 9 years in a day. You can try but you will surely fail.
  • It is inadvisable to spend a day inside an apartment whose floors have just been polished to a very high gloss. At best, prolonged exposure to polyutherane fumes will leave you lightheaded and disoriented; at worst... well let's just say that your relationship with consciousness may become quite tenuous.
Still that is picking on just a few trying times, there have also been many highlights in the past few weeks, most notably a little engagement ceremony... matrimony beckons "Real Soon Now".

The stack of toli fragments that need to be completed keeps growing but for now you can call off the search party.

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