RISD by Design RISD blog> http://rbd.risd.edu/ *** Byebye Olympics... It can't just be me. I thought the London handover part of the Olympics closing ceremony was laughable. The cheap transformers bus, the messy dancing, that terrible dress on Leona Lewis, sweaty old man on the guitar (he needs a haircut), that "minimalist" violinist in American Apparel-ish clothes, and Beckham just standing there (not hot). It all looked like a Christmas parade. The only thing I liked was the umbrellas...it's rains there, bring a big one.
Cringe.
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New purchase:
I got this purse at the Chinese Arts & Crafts store in Wanchai.
This was at Sanlitun in Wanchai, right next to the Arts & Crafts store.
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Yikes, another hard week coming up. Hellfire, but I'm hell-bent.
Where I want to be right now: a courtyard in Vienna...
and it's only because the tears blur my eyes before they wash them out and reveal the disguise it's rather later than sooner that we see things clearer take a look in the mirror and you'll know what I mean
fine I guess I'm doin' fine I think a lot and I know too little I think I know too little I think I know too little
so sometimes I praise escapology cause it's the only way to be when you learn and you see how cruel people can be cruel people can be I never believed in the tale of reason
Video by Playggground, v cool. "playgrrround is a vienna based video project. We take artists we love off the stage, onto and around the streets, into the woods,...then we play. They with their instruments. We with the camera. And all together with the space we find ourselves in."
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Someone asked me today "What is it that you're after? (relationship)"
This is what I am after:
I want to believe. I want to be able to truly believe things that someone says to me, and never have the doubt. As soon as I start to doubt, I will find faults in everything that has already been said to me, all the things that will be said to me. Then everything loses its meaning. Only the truth matters? Well, truth is a relative thing, relative to the ears of the one that hears it. There is no such thing as the truth, there is only perception. As soon as I start to doubt, it's both endless and it's over.
You have to choose carefully who to believe in. And sometimes not believing is a fortunate thing.
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This was really strange, Esquire HK 20th anniversary. I felt so out of place.
This was weeks ago, before the China trip. At Peel Fresco a little live jazz place in Soho.