Sore Hand – An Interlude

November 10, 2010

Antwerpen

With five chapters to go and a numbness in my left hand, the blogging has taken a back seat over the last few days as I try to punch out the remainder of my novel. Everything would be fine if I didn’t ever want to type the letters ‘a’ (ow), ‘s’ (ouch), ‘z’ (yeah that really not good), or ‘x’ (which makes me really glad you can’t spell anything with those alone…)

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Street Art

May 13, 2010

To some it offends.  To others, it inspires.  To me, I capture it and share.  Does that imply I condone it?  Or have I simply captured a slice of life?  By distribution, have I offended or inspired?  Do the artists who dreamed these images expect for it to stand the test of time?  Or, do they expect it to be wiped clean like a splattered kitchen bench-top on a fortnightly basis by an overworked unappreciative city council man?

In either case, it is transitory, and has a lifetime, as do all things.