there was a sprawling, semi-underground, tarpaulin-covered, semi-man-made structure set upon a dramatically undulating terrian flowing with rapid bluish green river water that had many smooth boulders in its bed as was evident from the numerous humps that it swished over, spitting only slightly. Continue reading
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i had a very clear idea of what i wanted the software to do – the architects’ software that would enable me to design the world’s greatest swimming pool. it was more than a swimming pool actually; it was to be a sprawling, endless network of curvilinear waterway tunnels, circular halls, enclaves, coves, caves, caverns, cascades, chutes, falls and flumes; a vast, intricate complex of diverse spaces and environments, mostly indoors and dark like a cinema or a nightclub, although there would be airier, daylight-filled spaces to be discovered unpredictably throughout the way. it would have environments to appeal to people of all ages and temperaments, different spaces and modes for every mood. Continue reading
…a few months ago, someone asked me on Tumblr if there were any recording of my voice, and I said there was going to be an recorded interview coming up. Well, here it is! I’m not going to listen to it, but you can.
“Rebecca discusses acknowledging and embracing the sexual aspects of her imagery, nude and fetish modeling, collaborating with model Gestalta, wanting to be a character actor, short films and music videos as a revealing medium of self-expression, the unique perspective she brings to her photography, body awareness and modeling outdoors.”
I really approve of targeted advertising. In my experience it’s been a win-win situation. (And more generally, I’d say about 80-85% of my happiness and accomplishments in life have been due to searching- and sharing-technology, but that’s a topic for another essay.) In the summer of 2012 my liking a Facey B page on Wittgenstein led to my seeing an ad from Riding-Iceland for a horse trip that would follow the trek that young Wittgenstein and his pal David Pinsent made 100 years earlier in the south of Iceland. Continue reading