Winker's World of Smashin' Things

17.4.11

31.3.11

Hung Out To Dry

via fantomatik / image © Rosalind Solomon

Just one of those nighst...

It Wsa Jsut Oen Of Thsoe Nighst, Jsut Oen Of Thsoe Crzay Nighst...

28.3.11

Big Brother is Watching You, Watching Me, Watching You

This is genius on so many levels....

The Surveillance Camera Players are a New York based protest group who highlight the intrusion of CCTV surveillance in our public lives by staging specially adapted plays at them - reclaiming them for public use.

" It is clear that the quickest way to open people's eyes, given that a general matter may deceive them, is to make them get down to its particulars....It is as difficult and as dangerous to try to liberate a people that wishes to live in slavery as it is to try to enslave a people that wishes to live in freedom."

(Machiavelli - Discourses on Livy 1517 - quoted in their 10 year report)

27.3.11

In the Homes of the Brave, In the Land of the Free

Two neighbours in the US state of Mississippi drew weapons and fired at each other as an argument over a defecating dog ran out of control. (BBC News)

Washington County Chief Deputy Sheriff Billy Barber said: "Homeowners and property owners need to respect each other's property... If a dog did that in your yard, call the law. Don't take matters into your own hands."

26.3.11

Bill and Ben Again...

Smashin' Things

O'Hare didn't have any souveniers. Almost everybody else did. I had a ceremonial Luftwaffe sabre,..Paul Lazzaro...had about a quart of diamonds and emeralds and rubies and so on. He had taken these from dead people in the cellars of Dresden. So it goes

An idiotic Englishman, who had lost all his teeth somewhere, had his souvenier in a canvas bag. The bag was resting on my insteps. He would peek into the bag every now and then, and he would roll his eyes and swivel his scrawny neck, trying to catch people looking covetously at his bag. And he would bounce the bag on my insteps.

I thought this bouncing was accidental. But I was mistaken. He had to show somebody what was in the bag, and he had decided he could trust me. He caught my eye, winked, opened the bag. There was a plaster model of the Eiffel Tower in there. It was painted gold. It had a clock in it.

"There's a smashin' thing," he said.

Slaughterhouse5 - Kurt Vonnegut