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“It is not necessary to be crazy in order to surf”, said Glen, “but it certainly helps.”

It definitely takes at least a certain kind of blind indifference to danger to catch a wave. For starters, you have to get into the sea, and it ‘s not a calm blue and green beach; it is the ocean. You have to find a dangerous sea, otherwise it wouldn’t be real surfing. And these are usually far away from your living rooms, and your teas, and your cakes.

(eat up quickly)

And it gets better.

You’ll end up alone, cold, tired, and generally miserable, amidst stings, bites, gashes, currents, whirlpools, not to mention the occasional fracture.

But every second is worth it.

‘Cause that pink wave of infatuation can take you a long way, albeit , some times, not where you are expecting it. And shit knows everyone falls on his face, maybe half the time. Maybe half the time.

It’s not necessary to be crazy in order to fall in love, but it certainly helps.

 

I don’t drink fight or fuck but these days Quentin
it’s only two out of those three that I don’t do
and I’ve fallen in love 6 7 8 9 10 times Quentin
so I don’t want to want to

but I still do

quentin – Anis Mojgani

 

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This is another excuse to write on a sketchblog.

I want to teach the internet things it doesn’t know and show it pictures it hasn’t seen, and would never see, unless I found an excuse for it.

This one is about my grandfather.

His name was Nikos, like mine, which is what usually happens to grandkids and their grandparents in Greece, which is also coincidental and lucky, because he was not my real grandfather mother’s father, but her stepfather.

And I cannot tell you if he loved me more than my other grandfathers and granduncles, because love cannot be measured, but time can be (that’s why mothers spend nine months attached to their children), and he was always around our house, to see my mother, us, and my dad.

Time, since measurable, can also not be enough.

For (an) instance (of time), when Greece won the 2004 Euro Cup (that is football, for the uninitiated, much like me), the first thing I thought but did not tell anyone (until now), was that I’d wished my grandfather was around for a couple more years to see this, cause it would have made him the happiest man in the world. And, that would have made me even happier.

My grandfather could tell stories forever and for-everything.
See, he was a marine engineer, and amongst other places, he went to Japan before I did.
Sometimes he would let go of the wheel and (I found out later) use his legs to steer, and say to me “…see, like Michael Knight, easy”. We had a very approximate system of measuring mine and my sister’s height on the buttons of his shirt.

And whenever we played poker, he always said “You pay a full ticket, you see the full movie; you pay half a ticket, you see half the movie”. Which is one thing he kept repeating, and in retrospect, I reckon it’s because he wasn’t talking about poker at all.

Fast forward to September 2014.
My grand-Mother made time stop for me, for around 17 seconds. She does have some magical skills, divination included, which go from grandmothers to grandsons, of course, but she didn’t have to use them this last Fall.

And you never expect to learn these things while you are holding a white saucer with a marzipan cookie in it.

My grandmother told me, without much warning: “The last thing your grandfather said to me and his children, and his breath left, was ‘love each other'”.

And I wish, to us all, we’ll be happy enough, to have such a nice thing to say, when there is no time left.


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Στα κακοτράχαλα τα βουνά
με το σουράβλι και το ζουρνά
πάνω στην πέτρα την αγιασμένη
χορεύουν τώρα τρεις αντρειωμένοι.
Ο Νικηφόρος κι ο Διγενής
κι ο γιος της Άννας της Κομνηνής.

…so you know what I see, when you listen to this.


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I keep falling, maybe half the time, maybe half the time
I keep falling, maybe half the time, maybe half the time
But it’s all the rage back home
It’s all the rage back home

interpol – all The rage back home

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But O’dee, I must tell thee
I’m a little scared of thee
Coz O’dee, when you come to me
You’re stealing my heart
From me
And you said…
You say you got no choice, you like my face you like my voice, O’dee…

john & jehn – o’dee


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I couldn’t find quiet
I went out in the rain
I was just soakin’ my head to unrattle my brain
Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd
I didn’t understand then
I don’t understand now

Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?
Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?

pink rabbits – the national


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Old Saint John on death row, he’s just waiting
for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row, he’s just waiting
for a pardon
All us boys on death row, we just waiting
for a pardon
All us boys on death row…

…boy are we just a-waiting.

Need to use better paper with all this inkage going on.
Although, it still made it through.

You live, I learn.

saint john – the cold war kids

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Chills, thrills and piano frills.


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…been doing a lot of thumbnails the last couple of days; ten or so pages worth of thumbnails. And now I need to put them together and start on the actual pages. Let’s see…

In the meantime, The light in the atrium of the British Museum was amazing today, and this turned into a splash page.

science / visions – chvrches


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that’s a funky song.

…and it reminded Ioanna of a picture of her mom from back in the 70s.


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