I’ve let this country swallow me whole.
Happy boy. (Taken with instagram)
People buy things they don’t need, with money they don’t have, to impress people they don’t like.
To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity.
London, as seen from the International Space Station.
What’s your secret?
I knew everything there was to know about our house, for a start. I knew what was written on the undersides of tables and what the view was like from the tops of bookcases and wardrobes. I knew what was to be found at the back of every closet, which beds had the most dust balls beneath them, which ceilings the most interesting stains, where exactly the patterns in wallpaper repeated. I knew how to cross every room in the house without touching the floor, where my father kept his spare change and how much you could safely take without his noticing (one-seventh of the quarters, one-fifth of the nickels and dimes, as many of the pennies as you could carry).
Then, looking at a set of photos taken by an underwater robot, he paused at an image that showed a small patch of deck near the stern of the ship. There, sitting in a clump of debris, sat a pair of leather shoes, more like boots. “You see these shoes down there?” he said. “There used to be bodies in those shoes. The body parts deteriorated, and the skeletal remains decalcified. The only thing left are the shoes, and the leather is perfectly preserved.” The tannin in the shoe leather had apparently resisted the bacteria.
Despite being dead for nearly 16 years, Tupac was onstage at this year’s Coachella festival, performing alongside Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. Could hologram technology be the next big thing in entertainment? Imagine being able to see legends like Marvin Gaye or The Beatles on stage. I’d pay good money for those shows.
I guess it’s true, legends never die.
That is what death means. We exist in the minds of other people, in thousands of memory clusters, and one by one those clusters fade and disappear. Some years from now, at a funeral with a slide show, only one person will be able to say who we were. Then no one will know.
One of my favourite musicians, Joel Plaskett, released his newest album Scrappy Happiness on March 27. He recorded a new song every week for 10 weeks, and documented the entire process via YouTube and the CBC. The videos offer great insight into the mind of one of Canada’s finest songwriters.
This is an amazing video from 1974 of Arthur C. Clarke predicting the rise of the PC.
I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
Skydiving with my sisters in Vegas, 2009
