Hippocrates, 4th century BC:

* When, then, a [clavicle] fracture has recently taken place, the patients attach much importance to it, as supposing the mischief greater than it really is, and the physicians bestow great pains in order that it may be properly bandaged; but in a little time the patients, having no pain, nor finding any impediment to their walking or eating, become negligent; and the physicians finding they cannot make the parts look well, take themselves off, and are not sorry at the neglect of the patient, and in the meantime the callus is quickly formed.

This could be a long story. It shall not. In brief.

Mac and OS X. Using the free-loving BSD roots for their software. Macs Suck. Except the BSD parts. Which is software.
And intel chips. Which macs used to hate till they got raped with the remains of the free market. That mac people hate too.
Mac people hate everyone. They're passive agressive about it, that's all.

Pop an external drive in, get it corrupted. Thank you editor's powerbook. You were so beautiful in your uselessness.

Nothing to save you, nothing at all. And my pretty silver external drive.

TestDisk. Free. As in Freedom. Download. Run on a thinkpad+debian GNU/Linux.

recognized everything. Repaired in one second.

Everything working. Laugh at mac people. Pathetic, but must be done. push the falling. Ridicule the weak.

Strange, how free thinking keeps proving itself superior.
Different logic and vision. Computers. Tools. Not beautiful. Junk. Must work. Must obey. Will be thrown out.
Never treated with love, only the idea behind them, the spirit that lives inside, the ghost in the machine.
My thinkpad is nameless and does not belong to me. Yet what it does for me is unique. Not valuably unique.
but it has a personality. For now. It will die and be replaced.
Human culture tainted by fear of the unknown, believe into the transcendental and forget today.
Computers are just tools. Fuck macs for that reason alone.

http://www.cgsecurity.org/wiki/TestDisk

And TestDisk? Very recommended.

4 years ago, hit by a truck.
Got home.

Stayed in bed some. Shakes.
Every time came to a road, body would stop. Couldn't jaywalk.
Pavlov's conditioned reflexes in action.

Got a bike today. Used, of course. Why buy new.
And enough listening to fear.
You just might die walking the doggie.

Yes, almost clipped by a taxi.

Amazing feeling of flight.

one must always appease the ghosts before a new endeavor, and mine have been set free.
The book is complete.

whether it will see day or not,
between skin there is only light.

manuscripts don't burn, and the Skogsrå ate Galatea.

all the answers
to all the
questions
are outside
now is the time
to get out

Blink

I am doing a new project to break away from the routine that has crusted up in the last years.

This summer, a photographic adventure. Some simple mirror rules, a reflection of what i've been stuck with
Blink

*No photographer interaction with model or subject. No direction of any sorts.
*Use only available light. No reflectors or flashes.
*No image manipulation short of allowing the image to print.
*Concentrate on situations and subjects that are outside the usual for the photographer (in my case, no models, makeup, studio)
*Fail. Do not look for a pleasing image.
*Refuse interpretation.

Photographic adventure of limits.

Drop models, sets, artificiality, hunt perfect moment here and now.


Wilderness: inflatable kayak, jungle hammock with mosquito netting, water filter, updated old mil-spec tropics kit.

Wave in the face.