Ok, here's at tricky one: Spot the Xmas present!
Hint: You can almost not see it.
Yes I know, that was easy. The Louis Ghost Chair by Philippe Starck is, at least in my eyes, a true icon. I'ts so cool that I will be sitting in it when I try to write that great new novel...
I just received the strangest X-mas present yet: The latest number of Guns & Ammo. Toys for grown boys (with which to kill other grown boys with toys...).
I also designed this espresso-brewer in 1997! I think it took about 20 minutes...
Then I sold it to IKEA, who've never put it into production. At least it made me a lot of money, then!
I attended a course in AutoCad and 3DStudioMax back in 1997. I designed these during a coffee-break. I couldn't do it as quickly now, but if anyone's interested in marketing these, I still have the original files.
Yep, my view exactly!
Aye, there was a lot of sand! A great expanse, as a matter of fact. My parrot had flown it's coop, my ship had set sail without me an' just slipped o'er the horizon, and I felt like a pickled crab without a drink*. Anyways, I found myself gazing at the salty sea. What else could I do?
*(Pickled crabs like a stiff Mojito on occasion)
I rode my Zoomer (
Honda Ruckus to all you americans) down to my
In-laws summer house, it's 100km one way. The distance is near perfect if you still want to keep just a little bit of cool upon arriving.
Anyhoo... I rode it onto the beach. Looked at the little quaint village at the far end of it, looked at the sea, smelled the breeze... Yep, a zen kind of moment can be had rather quick!
This was my view from the dictatoresque waving-balcony on City Hall, Helsinki. I think the gentlemen in the foreground are Thai diplomats.
This was a genuinely surreal experience. I was attending by special invitation only, but I could not understand a single word anyone was saying. There was a cold platter buffé with fish of every imaginable variety, an unending supply of champagne...
I left the party with my brain trying to make connections to David Lynch movies. I walked home to my luxury hotel, housed in a former prison.
The windows in my room were seven feet up, and the walls seven feet thick.
I slept, well.
I think Russel made this just so that you have an excuse to get one even if you have a family...
This is one of the things I covet; A Smart Passion with leather interior, either the diesel or the hybrid engine, five-spoke mag wheels...
I wouldn't mind having the cabriolet version either, but I'm so in love with the glass roof!
If I really need to have a car, this one would be the most sensible choice for me.
The final countdown finally ended (inevitably) at the big oh. Zero never felt better! Only minutes after leaving my latest mission and stepping out of the car outside my home, I had all the trouble in the world keeping a straight face until out of sight! Once around the corner, I just laughed out loud. Fuck, am I a lucky man to get out of that one alive!
Anyway, my way of relaxing is to cook. Salmon with saffron and coconut, some sweet potato and a sallad on the side with ruccola, grapefruit, sugarsnaps and sunflower seeds. One or two Red Stripe as you let rip in the kitchen is alright.
So, all I have to do now is eleven new things during the next two weeks. This will get my head screwed back on properly.
Calendar days : 28 27 26 25 24 23 22 21 20 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Work days: 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Thou shalt not, fucking...complain! This is the first commandment. Still, there is reason to.
The cool part about this brand new year, is that it ends with an eight (8). As we all know, eight is the luckiest number of all. Just as being a dragon is the luckiest thing you can be. Lucky me, then that the year 2008 is a Chinese Brown Earth Rat Year.
