Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
"Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed: everything else is public relations." ~ George Orwell
Rawlsian philosopher Michael Sandel on the BBC speaking about free markets and democracy.
Michael Sandel's famous Harvard University course on Justice. Recommended.
"Robots I believe will collect my work. But you don't need to be a robot to enjoy it." ~ George Widener
George Widener, Sunday's Crash, 2005
One of my favourite pieces of classical music, and not just because it caused a riot when played for the first time.
Homage to the master
"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel." ~ William Gibson, opening sentence of Neuromancer, published in 1984
"The sky was the colour of a dead laptop display, silver-gray and full of rain." ~ Charles Stross, opening sentence of The Bloodline Feud, originally published in 2004
Written for Johnny by Glenn Danzig
Bad luck wind been blowin' at my back I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at Got the number 13 tattooed on my neck When the ink starts to itch Then the black will turn to red I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young Gonna find me a preacherman confessin' all I've done Or you can catch me with the devil playing 21 Bad luck wind been blowin' at my back I pray you don't look at me I pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young Got a long line of hearthache I carry it well The list of lives I've broken Reach from here to hell Bad luck wind been blowin' at my back I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young They just gave me the number when I was young

André the Giant holding a 12-US-fluid-ounce can.









