As of today, I will no longer be updating this blog. I enjoyed doing so for the past two years, but it’s time to move on. I look forward to blogging elsewhere in the near future and will continue to tweet and post ‘excursions’ on Laidback.
So long.
As a former skateboarder, empty pools never fail to capture my imagination. Pictured here is the main pool of the now abandoned Marshall Street Baths in Soho, London. Picture by Cigi Cifali.
Used to have a dog just like this. Sam was his name, scaring the shit out of cows his game. He was a kind but nervous lil’ bugger. And not the sharpest tool in the shed. Couldn’t stand being home alone nor sharing the spotlight with the kids.
That’s it, I’m calling it a dissertation. No more bending over backwards, no more worrying about arguments, no more fewer moodswings, no more late night revision rounds, no more excuses. Time to look up some old friends. Have a beer. Check out some new music. Relax. Sleep. Night everyone.
In a 2,500 word opinion piece in The Weekly Standard, Christopher Caldwell opens with:
Ever since it was carved by treaty out of the Dutch, French, and German borderlands after the Napoleonic wars, Belgium has been an odd kind of country–short on space, sunlight, and national identity.
This is an interesting read and firmly grounds the media representation of Belgium in political turmoil, linguistic conflict, cultural stereotypes and economic (in)stability. I’m adding Mr. Caldwell to my list of people to interview about my new research project.
Rules – by LaserBread
MSCE 1/03/09: blank sheet of paper + old note pad + thread + tape + exacto knife + camera
Uploaded by Laser Bread on 3 Jan 09, 9.10AM PST.
I find romance when I start to dance in boogie wonderland
Wholly recommended: Strictly Niceness @ La Bodega. Your monthly shindig.
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