Tuesday, July 04, 2006. Pride is wasted on Death. A Fragment of Seneca Translated. After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,. The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay aside. His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;.

Have you ever looked up into the sky and seen a shape that looks like something that reminds you of an image that you once saw when you were lying on your back cloudbusting? Check it out. What do you see? Thursday, December 21, 2006. Sunday, November 05, 2006. Tuesday, March 07, 2006. A little more in keeping with the theme. Old lady, replete with glasses and a frizzy Mohawk. Thanks for the invite Stu. Monday, February 20, 2006.

Zen and the art of travelling by taxi. Here are some of my experiences. Tuesday, April 05, 2005. The driving in this fucking country has to be seen to be believed. This morning in the way to work I saw a dude riding a motorcycle and texting someone on his phone at the same time. Naturally, he was playing slalom with the white lines at the same time.

The seller turned out to be a crook, and needless to say, the watch never arrived. Interestingly, neither did the banks involved. Saturday, December 30, 2006. The image is 300 or so kbytes. Open it by clicking here. EBay is not the friendl.