The difference between designers and artists? The designers take and the artists do not give. What seems to be a similarity at first sight cannot be farther away from the meaning of similarity: the designers take the rules—all of them—seriously; the artists on the other hand do not give a shit for the rules—all of them.
Those are the words most of the periods start that the average expert in the area—inter ea sunt: me— would call, with aplomb, “hectic”. Continue reading
If you read something and if you think:”Oh my, that really reads like pure and utter gibberish!” and it is not, just by chance, a book about quantum field theory, than the probability that it is, indeed, gibberish approaches one factorially.
[Christoph Zurnieden, “Weird Thoughts: Parerga and Paralipomena of a Short Life“, 2012, unpublished]
Autumn is when the weather gets wet and cold, when the leaves change their colours first, then their places, and when that little hairy guy that is the blogger of this blog tries to do some panoramas.
On the evening of the fourth friday of November in the Gregorian year two thousand and twelve I made this picture.
And, later on, another one.
The deep sun working through a dusty layer (which volcano is it this time? Or is it just smog?) gave the forest a very nice deep, red colour, especially in the second picture.
Or more a kind of “illustrated joke”?