Can I get a...?

So, I was thinking today about the lack of appreciation for fine looking, funny looking men. Why is that? I am far more receptive to a man that looks like a man, girlie boys do not cut it on the planet I am from. I have compiled a visual list.

I was looking at coilhouse blog, they did a list a while back, but there was not a brown face on it. Strange.

This man is so fine, easy on my eye, and so seriously funny. My music teacher in year 7 used to say "boys, marks out of ten? I would give her one" This phrase applies here.

Here is a midget of pure sex. I am allowed to make that statement, because according to the chart in Dr Julian's office, we are the same height. Purple rain in all it's glory. For me to want to put a donk on him though, I would need a time machine. The beards he sports these days are just too cultivated for my tastes.
Intensity at it's best I reckon. Read a Michel Faber book if you do not get it. Plus, I am a sucker for a strong nose.
So very overlooked and forgotten for his insane contribution to the world of hip hop. Was all about Jazzy Jeff for me whilst watching the fresh prince. Look at the size of his forehead, pure brain, with a lot of dance in it.
Is capable of scaring the shiezer out of me, but still I would. Klaus Kinski is one freaky looking man, but hard to turn away from.

Again, time machine needed, but try to deny the quality steez of Egyptian lover in his hay day.

A fist full of dynamite changed my life, here is one of the reasons.

Kool mo dee was able to rock tight leather like no other. Fresh.

A new contender coming in strong, Jason Statham aka Fuck you Chelios!

This book was boom diggy. Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs wrote a chapter each, 10 years before either of them were published. It is based on a murder between two friends that both authors knew. The book was held back to save the feelings of the friend who did the killing. Man, it is so good. The chapters fit together and I felt close to both writers at the same time. Burroughs has the edge with the wit though. Jack lushly summing up his surroundings. The book is short, finished it in two days, but will stay with me. The title comes from a radio report about a fire at a circus, The reporter reading out "and the hippos were boiled in their tanks"
Another quote I liked was Burroughs talking about religion, goes like this "I think this whole Phillip complex is like the Christian heaven, an illusion born of a need, floating around in some nebulous misty Platonic nowhere, always just around the corner like prosperity, but never here and now". So lush.

Enigma Of Realism

Are my thoughts really mind independent or language independent realities? is the dimension I live in ever outside myself?Is it true there is no phenomena without some transcendental operator? By that I mean consciousness. Will I feel this confused forever? Should I just resign myself to the fact Albert Camus was right? Is the struggle to find meaning where none exists absurd?Do I constantly look for order because I have children, and I feel compelled to explain and comfort? Would it have been lusher to have been sucked into a black hole last year? Am I too naturally like:

ENTROPY: nature tends from order to disorder in isolated systems. I agree with Schopenhauer, "the world is the self-knowledge of the will." Is this will the omnipresent instinct of the universe, correlated forces, inducement and dark? urges that are all vigorous yet purposeless, thus dispatching modes of explanation such as reason or logic to absurd status? Who knows? I do know it is the school run time.

Peas.

Peekasso

Nothing.


Days.

Spring.

This man is a fellow braindancer for sure. I am appreciating his wit and style. Some ladies and men may wax lyrical with acid tongues about his massive penis and open fanny pictures, but that is because they just do not get it. His art name gives you a clue. He is very funny and subversive, you can tell he is full of love by the heartbreaking melancholy of some of his illustrations. I have just spent over a hour of *working* time checking the pictures he has on tumblr, you should too. The link is in fellow braindancers. Here are some pictures that took me through a whole range of emotions and thoughts.

Words are for stupid people.







Pushy.





Roughy.














Business class vagina.






Brain Flower 1.

Booze does not require fiction for balance.

Conclusion.

It is my kind of man who spends his time doing things like this.And this.

Peekasso

This man is a fellow braindancer for sure. I am loving his style and wit. I can imagine some ladies waxing lyrical about his massive penis and open fanny pictures with a negative lash of the tounge, but that would be because they just do not get it. He is funny and subversive and with a lush eye for colour. I just spent a lot of *working* time looking through his tumblr site. You should also. Check the link in fellow braindancers. Here are some that made me feel all sorts of emotions.

Each Identity Is Eternal

I love William Blake. His art and poetry are fascinating to my mind. I am not religious,(firmly In the Dawkin's camp) but I really enjoy his representation and allegories of the spiritual world. His colour use is sublime I reckon, and his dedication to making his own colour pigments is lush to read about. Peter Ackroyd has written a really decent biography on Blake.

I am loving how Ackroyd has brought all the facets of Blake's character to life for me. Boss bedtime reading.

Silly Shoes

I am in a silly mood, here are some silly shoes.








I would do many things to own the rainbow shoe above, lets see: Walk naked through my town centre? Yes. Make a baby cry on purpose? yes, they would soon forget. Tell Boner from U2 I thought he was brilliant? NO, not even vintage Salvatore Ferragamo shoes could degrade me to that level.

My brother would think I was the best sister ever if I owned these shoes. Fact.

Hundertwasser

Hundertwasser was a total king. I first saw his pictures when I was about 15. I loved and understood his theory that straight lines are rubbish, and had no place in his art. He travelled all around the earth, and his art was well received everywhere he went, especially Japan. The buildings he designed are quality, all undulating and brightly coloured. The grass roof houses are lushness, he should have been commissioned to do plenty more I reckon.

Is it wrong to fancy Data?

Is it? I have since I was about 15. Let me break it down a bit, Data is a robot. A very sophisticated sentient android. He is not able to feel emotions, (unless you gave him an emotion chip) but his ability to compute really complex matters make up for this in my eyes. Emotions are overrated. I mean his storage capacity is stated as 800 quadrillion bits, which means he will never forget how you like you're tea, what you're favourite book is, or why remembering the day after will never be good enough. He would never get ill, thereby protecting me from the dreaded affliction of caring for a man with "man flu". He is super strong and very intelligent, a mixture I find hard to resist.

Lush Libraries

I found a top website today, dedicated to all the mentally good libraries around the world. It looks like the people who do the site have had the total pleasure of going to lots of different countries and taking pictures of the libraries they find there. That to me is a dream. I am a librophiliac, if you think you may be, check the website: http://curiousexpeditions.org/2007/09/a_librophiliacs_love_letter_1.html
This one is Riggs Library in Georgetown, USA I think, enjoying the immense size and sci fi vibe of this one.


I could happily spend many a day in libraries, soaking up the musty smells, getting distracted by books I have never heard of, enjoying the colours and textures, I even enjoy shelving, like a lot. The dewy system is in my top ten of genius inventions.
This one is so warm and inviting, a big armchair and a side table with red wine, cheese and crackers is all that is missing from this picture.

The British library in King's Cross is so ugly, yet so beautiful because of it's functionality. The big dark red box it appears to be from the outside belies the intricate, light quiet space it is inside. I had a wicked time doing my studies here, gazing wistfully at the King's library. As a mere churl, I was denied entry.
I have some wonderful libraries around me, built by a philanthropist heavily into building libraries and colleges. They are intense jutting granite structures with turrets and sweeping staircases. So lush.This library is so over the top, I love it. The colour saturation very stylish. I could happily swan around here, I mean what is that, pink marble? Possibly the most extravagant library I have ever seen.
My all time favourite so far, the Sansovino library in Rome. Man, that floor is beyond belief. I went to Rome once, was very lucky to be shown around by a close friend who is Roman. We went to the Vatican, but the library was shut, I was gutted. Although, another friend did cheer me up by shouting penis when we were on the 2nd level of the dome. It echoed for ages.

The pictures are of the libraries I would most like to visit after seeing them on the website mentioned above. I have seen some of them before in an excellent book called, wait for it, libraries.