You wonder how these things begin. It begins with a season which, for want of a better word we may as well call- September. It begins in a forest where the woodchucks woo, and the leaves wax green, and vines intertwine like lovers; try to see it. not with your eyes, for they are wise, but see it with your ears: the cool green breathing of the leaves. And hear it with the inside of your hand: the soundless sound of shadows flicking light. Celebrate sensation. Recall that secret place. You've been there, you remember: That special place where once- Just once- in your crowded sunlit lifetime, you hid away in shadow from the tyranny of time. That spot beside the clover where someone's hand held your hand and love was sweeter than the berries, or the honey, or the stinging taste of mint. It is September- before a rainfall- a perfect time to be in love. -El Gallo
A couple of drawings for this month’s feature in Network World Magazine, which was on upcoming industrial trends over the next year (and was also nautically themed). You can check out a couple more drawings from that here.
I don't believe in god
YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I DONT BELIEVE IN GOD ALL RELIGIONS ARE WRONG IF YOU WANT TO HAVE AN ARGUMENT I WILL WIN I HAVE SCIENTIFIC ARGUMENTS TO SUPPORT ME LOOK HERE'S A RICHARD DAWKINS BOOK READ IT IT MIGHT STOP YOU BEING SO IGNORANT AND TRYING TO PUSH YOUR RELIGION ON ME