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In my line of work we have deadlines we have to work to which can find you very busy, but at the other end of the spectrum there can also be alot of downtime, which leaves me empty hours to fill. So, how do I fill those hours? By doing alot of web surfing (and writing my blog, and uploading photos on flickr etc.)

One of my favourite places to while away the time and feel like you’re doing something creative at the same time is at Ze Frank. There are lots of things to find inspiration from and lots of interactive toys to play with. My favourite is the Scribbler because I can mess around with it for hours always achieving something artistic and different. Here is a picture I made using the Scribbler.

You must also check what Ze Frank is up to on ColorWars – the YoungMe/NowMe submissions are absolutely classic. I think I might be inspired to join in, just need to find the perfect Baby Photo first.

I’m loving this great new site I found… PhotoFunia – obviously its somthing you can do in photoshop pretty easily if you have the time but using this site is so quick and simple and some of the images you can select from are pretty cool. Check out this one I did using a (slightly photoshopped) image of Mr Fletcher.

So, last night I had the supreme pleasure of being able to see Chris Rock live at the Civic Theatre in Auckland. The best part is that he actually managed to exceed my expectations, which is no mean feat considering how much I was looking forward to seeing him and how much I think of him as one of the premier stand-up comedians of his era.

He touched on many subjects ranging from celebrity to marriage to politics and I suppose those are the usual stomping grounds of a well-rounded comedian but because of his caustic wit and use of the word “mother-fucker” he seemed to make it fresh and most importantly, funny. So funny in fact, at one point Mr Fletcher thought he might pass out from laughing so hard. It was also very educational… we learnt about sloppy titties, whether its ever ok for white people to use the word nigger (answer: not really), its all about the context, and the all important differences between men and women.

There were only a few annoyances of the evening..

  • Bartenders that make great cocktails but tell very long and boring stories
  • Paying $130 each for A Reserve seats but still ending up sitting in the far top edge of the circle
  • Having a woman sitting behind you with a laugh so annoying you almost start wishing Chris Rock wasn’t so funny and when he would say something vaguely rude or dirty she would feel it necessary to comment out loud “ohhh thats gross” or “ohhh thats disgusting” (Hello!! It’s Chris Rock!! What the hell did you expect?!!) or if it was one of the few things she could relate to she would say “ohhh I’ve done that”…   in response I say, “ohhh shut the fuck up!”

But who cares about that shit… it was a motherfucking fantastic evening… thank you Mr Chris Rock.

I’m having fun with this new site I’ve discovered called Wordle which is basically a toy for creating user generated ‘word clouds’. Input any text you like and then it creates a cloud which you can play around with, changing the font, layout and colour.

Here is one I created using a beautiful poem written by Pablo Neruda, one of my favourite poets.

Here is the poem in its original form…

Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Hope you enjoy it and feel inspired.