Travellin' Man

Hey y'all. Just lettin' you know there won't be an update on Sunday; I'm heading to the island for the weekend. Here's a rad picture and some music for now.

Have a good weekend!

Sunday Post

Hey y'all. Happy LONG WEEKEND Sunday. The picture pile is actually pretty dark overall this week - probably a subconcious effect from the weather. Anyway, to compensate, y'all get two of the damn happiest videos I've found in ages. Hope your skies turn out decent. Happy Victoria Day tomorrow!


















Suprise mob in Copenhagen give a bus driver the best birthday present ever, and a beautiful video for Feist's "Brandy Alexander."

Grundtvig's Church

I don't remember if this has come up before, but I really, really like Google Earth. Like, it's almost kind of weird how much time I spend on it. Looking at different cities, seeing pictures from all over the world, and of course wiki-surfing. I also recently discovered that you can run Flight Simulator in GE and coupling it with Explosions In The Sky gives a whole new meaning to the term "surreal."

Anyway, as par for the course with my recent lookings into European bike culture, I was flying through Copenhagen this evening and found a spectacular church. It's called Grundtvig's Church and it's about five and a half kilometers from the central harbour port of the city. I'm not really that big a fan of the building exterior, but good God do I love the interior and sanctuary.








I think part of the reason why I immediately loved the interior as much as I did is because, as I noticed while looking at the pictures, there doesn't appear to be any ornamentation. Literally. The only thing I could see that implied a faith was a single crucifix in the center of the candles. In my opinion, this is how it should be. Almost every church I've been is almost smothered in trappings - paintings, pictures, massive ornaments, crucifixes and latin engravings left right and center (Christ Church in Victoria, I love you but you're a little over the top sometimes). Grundtvigs is just completely bare: there are no ornaments, no effigies, even no colours. It's just a complete, unassuming, unassertive openness. You're completely free to make whatever you will of the space, and I think that that's what a church really should do. You should be able to walk in and see God how YOU feel It, openly and free from alterior influence.

Sunday Post

Sleepy Sunday. Mlaaaaaargh. /goes to find mango and sit out on the front steps with a book
















Grace Potter. Again. Goddamn. It's almost funny how much the band jumped straight out of the late '60s, but I can't laugh because I'm too busy drooling at how awesome they are. Bassist's got some wicked groove (and legs) and the guitarist's accents are just so tasty. (I recommend watching it full-screen or linked - it's delicious quality)

Spare Some Change?

"In 1787 a dozen people began meeting in a small print shop in London to abolish the lucrative slave trade. They were reviled and dismissed by businessmen and politicians. It was argued that their crackpot ideas would bring down the English economy, eliminate growth and jobs, cost too much money, and lower the standard of living. Critics also pointed out that abolition was being promoted by a small group of self-appointed troublemakers and extremists who had no expertise in trade or commerce." (Paul Hawken, "Blessed Unrest," published 2007 by Viking Penguin)

Sounds familiar, don't it? I think this says all it needs to say.

The world is only black and white in photos...

I think everyone's got a special spot for black'n'white photos. Maybe it's nostalgia, maybe it's just the purity of the monochrome. Whatever. Here's a bunch.