11.30.11 Nietzsche was an opium addict. This insight gives new levels of meaning to Thus Sprake Zarathustra. Zoroaster wrote 7,000 years ago and was killed by a star, I don't know if it was dancing. His point- the purpose of humankind, like that of all other creation, is to sustain free will. I guess it's like what Teddy Mann used to say, "Fuck em if they can't take a joke".
11.29.11 Nietzsche: "I say unto you: One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star."
11.26.11 What the hell are you mumbling about.
11.25.11 It's called Thanksgiving and is the second biggest bummer of the year. The redundant hypocricy of the whole pretense leaves one limp. Finished now, for this year, with only sour memories as bitter as the cranberries. We're falling, falling...like the moon around the earth and it feels like home. That's good enough for most people. 
11.23.11 Now a new self-portrait (Kev):
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Found another s-p, Annmarie's, and added that as well.
11.22.11 Pair of self-portraits by Kev and Kath.
Pair of O. V. Michaelsens:
A vertical learning curve? Joe?
I'm shocked by how little we know.
So much for the shroud
Of our permanent cloud,
Perceiving his mind from below.
I say "poh-TAY-toh," you call it "tater,"
I say the "THEE-eh-ter," you say, "thee-AY-ter."
Toh-MAY-toe, toh-MAW-tuh,
My DAY-tuh, your DAW-tuh... (data)
Let's call the damned thing off.
11.21.11 Louie watching the sun set. Numbers are too cold.
11.20.11 Or 3. (no. 227, 8:43 pm) Table 11.20.11b:
2 in a row- T (no. 226, 8:43 am):
11.19.11 Table number 225 is an odd number:
Add eight from below pic and you get (numbers):
11.11.11 Numbers are everything.
11.10.11 Sister Kath is in hospital with heart trouble. They plan to stop her heart today and restart it. She had one of the first open heart surgeries 50 years ago. We are with you sis.
Murmuration from Sophie Windsor Clive on Vimeo.
This deer is real! I only heightened the colors. Sean took the pictures. (some people thought it was a composite or something made up).
11.9.11 Brain is cooking.
11.8.11 
Feel as though I'm stuck in a bizarre dream and can't get out. This photo of an albino deer and setting behind Sean's house is an example of the real/unreal mindset I find myself in:
11.7.11 Strange days. 
11.5.11 Later.
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