qotd 2

The living language is like a cowpath: it is the creation of the cows themselves, who, having created it, follow it or depart from it according to their whims or their needs. From daily use, the path undergoes change. A cow is under no obligation to stay in the narrow path she helped make, following … Continue reading qotd 2

qotd

In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner. If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that it’s on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak with an accent. — Roman Polanski

But I know what I like

[Playing: Michi from the album “Sacred Journey of Kukai” by Kitaro] Seriously, I do know something about art. And I know what I like. And I bloody well hate conceptual art. What brings this on is arriving at the local coffeehouse (mentioned before by name, but not now in order not to embarrass the “artist” … Continue reading But I know what I like