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Web Without Sense

Strictly in the low key of jabberwock. (via Digicynic)

Surrelaist Poetry

The stuff of Jabberwock. I obviously like it. Much gratitude to Adam Hoyle at Suck My Pixel. You can try it too.

The Rebel Is Back...

...now let's go find a fitting cause. [via ClaudeCF@Flickr]

Handwritten Messages

Good old putting the pen to paper by hand seems to be working for Cobra. Click image to read the appeal of the ad.

Top 10 Nudes

Click on image or here to vote for your favorite nude or to just listen.

...Nough Said

The new dictum from Banksy. [via Jake Dobkin]

The Irony Called History

Recently got to watch Jean-Pierre Melville’s debut movie ‘La Silence de la Mer’ (The Silence of the Sea). Arguably one of the finely crafted movies I have seen in recent times.

The above scene from the movie does make me wonder if at all our global leaders do learn anything from history. The irony of it all.

Coming Home

The concept of coming home is one that has become a part of our lives in these times when we are at the pinnacle of human migratory journeys. Wherever we move, for whatever reasons that may be, there is always that place called home. The place we were born or has a certain tie beyond rationale or emotions. We all have gone back to that home every now and then, some people more often than others. 

In the beautifully edited and crafted documentary ‘Heima’, the band Sigur Ros has captured their home coming in a special way that is true to the spirit of the band as well as Iceland - the country they call home. Visually stunning and hauntingly pulsating it is their special ode to their homeland.

Meanwhile in her new video called ‘Wanderlust’ the other Icelandic crooner Bjork has her own journey of the very act of coming into this world. Not since her ‘Human Condition’ video have we seen anything of this magnitude.

Icelandic storytelling at its best.

Incredible India - A Big Psychedelic Mess of Color

The cacophony of India. That feeling of intense chaos that hits your every sense when you land in India. As an Indian (having grown up in India, but living abroad now) this is an old feeling that is elevated to new levels the moment you land back home. The colors explode at you in new ways that you had not seen or experienced before. There is a sense of newness each time. When I was living in the US, I used to tell my friends there that this is what I missed about my homeland.

Recently, reading Kiran Desai's book 'The Inheritance of Loss', this paragraph summed up that feeling in ways which I possibly could not have expressed with my limited writing skills.

It also captures that feeling of 'coming home'. When the vision is unblurred and we all can see clearly.

Obama Randomness

Obama is your new bicycle. Rock on!!