Listening to: The Best of What's Around, Dave Matthews Band
Thinking of:

"Gadzook!" said the prince. Prince Philip to be precise... That was reaction to a portrait of him entitled "Homo sapiens, Lepidium sativum and Calliphora vomitoria" Translated into plain English, human, cress and bluebottle fly. Painted by Stuart Pearson Wright, the picture features a partially topless Prince (a model was used) with a cress with 4 sprouts on his right index finger and a bluebottle fly on his left shoulder. According to the artist, the bluebottle was used to signify mortality as a reminder to mankind due to the fly's nature of feeding on decaying organic material whereas the 4 sprouts signify the Prince's 4 children. The piece is due to go on auction at a starting price of $45,000 at the Abbott and Holder art gallery in London. Buyers anyone (going once, going twice, going to the gentleman at the back row!)

So far, His Royal Highness has yet to say anything about it.

In a lunch break one day, the tv and I set to discover the humour behind British politics. John Howard vs. Tony Blair... oh it provides such amusement sometimes. The argument about emigration procedures turned into an argument about when the Prime Minister actually devised his speech. The EU issue also took centerstage as a couple of MPs took sides... One argument was pretty amusing "Our soccer coach is Swedish and the best football player this year and his coach are French and even the Royal family is 1/2 German and 1/2 Greek! So why aren't we going for Europe?!" Oh well...

I guess I'm feeling a little subdued and though the initial idea was to head out to dinner with a few friends, it didn't materialise unfortunately... Not a problem, Umut and I pigged out on horrible things I really shouldn't be eating, loads of chips and fried chicken. Pictures on the wall, what do they mean? Who are those people there? Do I really care anymore? I can tell you for sure, my mind isn't here and I know I really ought to start cleaning up the mess from the weeks of assignments and rushing work...

The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself, but in so doing, he identifies himself with people--that is, people everywhere, not for the purpose of taking them apart, but simply revealing their true nature.
James Thurber (1894 - 1961)

Lights off, candles in the fireplace lighted up... Dave Matthews on the stereo, mind switching from work to thought.... I wish the world would be rosier... for you, not for me. I'm quite happy with the thorns, thanks!

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34


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