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We're at the cafe chewing the fat out of Poetics. We're
drinking exotic java from Sumatra's steamy mountains with
jiggerfuls of Bailey's Cream. We're going to tear down
the Lyceum tonight and wake in the bushes tomorrow with
aftershocks still crackling in our heads. We're guzzling more
of this oily, liquid explosive and ranting about Aristotle,
the cantankerous old duck he became when he left Athens for
the boy king of Macedonia. Mist rises from our fevered brains,
obscuring the room and the jazz and the rhapsodies we take turns
reciting. I am having an out of body experience, my eyes
so full of blue light and wistfulness I can feel the reverb
of my words, the syllables lining up in their linear rows,
bumping into each other as they slinky forward, end over
slurpy end. Nature chooses the proper meter, Aristotle says
through Bramdass' voice, and I'm agreeing and flogging my
tongue about for emphasis, becoming more profound as I kick
off my wing tips and begin to levitate. We're dealing out
our full deck of vocabulary words now, two high rollers,
two java worshipers approaching our frenzied peaks, our
Machu Picchuan summit. One or two well chosen handholds
and we can haul ourselves onto the lowest rungs of heaven. We
are astonished by our radioactive brilliance, Bramdass fallen to
his knees, fallen flat in his green ravine of shag carpet, joy
spilling from his eyes, the heady drunken joy of misfits.
--Miguel deO
BRUG .—.
vormt een verbinding tussen twee punten die van elkaar gescheiden zijn door een waterweg, ravijn, (spoor)weg of soortgelijke barrières.
360 of the Ketep Pass in Central Java on KD's World Tour using Google Street View. Credit to Edi Susilo photosphere.
an endangered species that has been introduced in Philippines. Breeding well on my island.
Maslog, Negros Island, Philippines
Another shot of my granddaughters at the Canberra Multicultural Festival. They are performing a West Javanese dance and wearing traditional Kebayas.
February 2017.
Ok so story time....
I titled this shot Java Alley because it is right next to Theo's Java Club. Which is my favorite coffee shop in my home town. What a boring story right? Well that's not really the story. No one I know actually calls this Java Alley. No we call it "The Piss Alley". You see that wet stain on the concrete? That's a perpetual state.
This little alley and said coffee shop are part of the local entertainment district. We call it "The District" Clever huh? There are a lot of bars in The District" And if stand around this spot at 3ish in the morning you'll get to see some one peeing there. If it's a Saturday night and you're real lucky you might get to see a couple of assholes fighting for the right to pee there.
That's it that's my story. One day when I get a better camera that can handle night shooting better I'm going to go back home and take a series of shots of this alley living up to it's name. Look for it.
After a overnight snowfall of over a foot, Burlington Northern Santa Fe stack train No. 15 is at Java West on Montana’s Marias Pass on March 2, 1997. An icy Middle Fork of the Flathead River meanders through the winter scape.
EYES: Gloom - Vendetta Special Collection
HAIR: Foxy – Plush Hair, Brown
DRESS: Pixicat – Miya Dress, Dragon – Fifty Linden Friday
SHOES: Friday - Pale September Boots, 2 FLF Ink – Fifty Linden Friday
PROPS: What Next – Coffee Love – Fifty Linden Friday
LOCATION: Tonarino
Full credits and pics on Always Amethyst SL.