Street Where Art Some

“Scotty. The Title generator software is down again.” “Sorry Sir. We’ll fix it. ‘Meantime, the Time-Space shift modules are fine.” “Sure Scotty? Last time we emerged in that wall above in San Francisco. 2016, if I recall.” “Because of the peacock, Captain. That is why peacocks are not accepted on Disjointed Airlines anymore as comfort…

Pot-pourri number…

Another journey in space and time. Who cares about numbers? Scotty is still working on the dinosaurs safari project. So he says. I wouldn’t hold my breath. Meantime… the above was taken Rue de Seine, Paris, c. 2016. Sketch by Gil Button. “Dieu et mon droit”. London, 2015. Better hurry up to post London shots,…

Pot-pourri trente-neuf

London bridge, 2015. We are not afraid. (In French: qu’ils aillent se faire foutre!) New Orleans, 2016. (c)ourtesy Gini.  A “purrty” littl’ house. (For Robert) “I have hit, do you know? unbelievable Floridas / Mixing flowers with the eyes of human-skinned panthers/ Rainbows held tight as reins / Under the horizon of seas, to opaque herds…”…

An English-Frog Pot-Pourri. 35.1

Few nations have warred for so long, a thousand years, give or take. And yet, are England and France so different? More like fighting brothers, rivaling for supremacy within the family. I’ve mentioned it before, the English have no real language of their own: a simplified German grammar over 70% french vocabulary. But that language…

Disaster Pot-Pourri. (34)

A major disaster occurred last Saturday. I was reorganizing some files on my external back-up drive, deleting duplicate folders after upgrading my Mac to OS Sierra (Don’t do the upgrade!). And as I deleted unnecessary folders, I erased all my photos back-up. 😦 Non de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde! (Don’t even try…

Pot-pourri ocho and zwanzig

At a restaurant in Tlalpan, Mexico city. July 2016. The restaurant is housed in an old colonial 17th-18th century house. A very nice setting. Notre-Dame. In memory of those killed and injured in Paris on November 13th last year. London, 2015. I can’t for the life of me remember the name of the place/museum. I…