Pic o' the week - Elementary kid's in Ogden love us!
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Continue to the digital decay...

I'm not going to give details about the situation, but I've moved, now have regular high speed internet, and am much happier now. This means (for the most part) the news returns with much greater frequency.

Expect GWB to stay in office now. Enjoy your dictatorship.

Mexican drug cartels threaten authorities. I fail to see the difference from before.

Perhaps it was best she kept her face covered. It could have been a war zone underneath.

Oh my, more filth is uncovered. If it weren't for the fact that nearly every country does this crap, I might be surprised.

More news to come...

Greetings people.

Its been a while since my previous post and the weather has been getting quite gloomy and nasty these days. With a few speckles of sunlight from time to time though. This post is to let you know that I have just added 3 news albums to my gallery, namely:

- An afternoon at the horse-racing tracks (http://hektik.org/g2/v/projects/aadil/champsdemars/) with some rather rare shots of the horses
- A day at the beach with my friend Jo from France who came back (with some bottles of Zubrowska) for a short but pleasant surprise visit (http://hektik.org/g2/v/projects/aadil/jojobeachmay08/)
- Last but not least, the Street Art album containing for now only one picture of the local graffiti scene (http://hektik.org/g2/v/projects/aadil/streetart/)

Comments are warmly welcomed, you know it.

Take care and see you all soon. :-*

Cheers,
Aadil.

Well work is starting to mellow out a bit and I am getting a lot of personal shit out of the way so I am trying to get out a bit more, however no one wants to hang out and it's understandable. Gil and Toni were nice enough to pick me up for the Atmosphere show and being a cheap bastard I decided to do most of my drinking prior to the show. With limited time all that I could do was down a bottle of rum... So yeah, my photos from the Atmosphere show were as bad as my equilibrium that night. I don't get out too much and when I do, I don't really drink. So thanks to the crew for bearing with my drunkenness, thanks to the club for the VIP treatment even though I was a bit too fucked up to shoot anything and thanks to all of those that voiced their love for the site, even the guy who wanted me to shoot him pissing. Nice to know the love is still there.

This week's digiCam project. (NWS)
This week's graffiti project.

P.S. I want to think our friend over at eFukt for giving us some love. So check out their Not safe for work videos, even some of our stuff is showcased there.

Pic o' the week!
Welcome to WWWednesday, a collection of the best shit the internet has to offer. Stop by every Wednesday to let us help you get through the rest of your dreaded week. We'll do our best to track down the shit you don't have time to find (or don't want to). If you have a category suggestion, or if you want to submit something, just post below.

Destroy your brain cells here...

Well while hektik has fallen off the map to a lot (at least until our rollout late this summer) and we haven’t received any new awards. One of our crew did, too bad it had to be for best survivor. But much love and many props to Marty for doing so good on his recovery.

The above photo is all that I have for this week's digiCam update.
This week's graffiti project.

Also Gil added some new photos to his project for those of you that haven't seen them. (NWS)

Continue on to the 801culture.com rant:

I was sitting in the train, slightly slumped, when this creature walked in. Needless to say she struck me, doubly so when she opened up her cellphone and started talking French. There is something about the French, the girls specifically, they have a very peculiar elegance, and a very unique style. Unlike anything else, really. Her reading Voltaire's Candide is only icing on the cake. Click.

Pic o' the week!
Welcome to WWWednesday, a collection of the best shit the internet has to offer. Stop by every Wednesday to let us help you get through the rest of your dreaded week. We'll do our best to track down the shit you don't have time to find (or don't want to). If you have a category suggestion, or if you want to submit something, just post below.

Follow the rabbit hole...

In my office there is a lone white board that resides near some cubicles on the other side of my office. Every week someone asks a random question and then whoever has the urge can add their two cents. A couple of week’s ago the question was “what was your favorite toy as a kid” and that provided a nice walk down memory lane, but going for the laugh - I put matches. Last week's question was "Coolest villain" and the above photo was my submission. I must add that artwork with dry erase markers is a task of it's own, not to mention messy as fuck if you want to make it look decent.

Have you ever come home to a girl pissing in your living room, set your backpack down, walk in to another room and see a couple of girls fisting each other? On one half there is balance, on the other lies depravity wrapped and complimented with a beautiful bow of madness. One side is happiness, peace and Zen and the other lies the hands that will end your life one morning when you least expect. It's time to put the seatbelt on, the rides about ready to start again...

Updates:
This week's graffiti project.
Some new graffiti from the Netherlands. (Thanks Teep)
This week's digiCam project (NWS)

Probably the biggest party to hit Amsterdam, every year on April the 30th, is Queensday. Originally a very nationalistic holiday, celebrating the birthday of Her Majesty the Queen of the Netherlands, it has long since degenerated into a feast of drink, drugs and food poisoning. The theme is still orange, the name of the royal family, but that is about the only remaining shard of tradition. That and a free market, where people (generally children) can sell their junk from a blanket in the street.


The entire center of Amsterdam is blocked from all traffic, except pedestrians and boats. Thousands and thousands of people are herded from the main railway stations along predetermined routes into town. Road blocks, fences, big electronic signs, riot police on stand-by. Most people started drinking before they hit the city and are willingly coaxed towards more beer and free entertainment. We quickly take a side street, if only to fuck the fathers that have thought up the controlled flow of human sheep. Orange shirts, wigs, hats & flags as far as the eye can see. Popular music from 4 directions on any given moment. I'm unswayed. I will give in to drink and drugs and general stupidity some other time. Today I'm here to look around and take some pictures.

All anyone needs is a me intervention, especially you. It’s not that wrongs in the east go unnoticed by my aging eyes, but this continuous east/west civilization comparison is irony at its best. I can understand ones compassion about sweatshops and human rights but trying to save one while ignoring the other is somewhat hypocritical to me. Take your hands for instance, you love and enjoy them both-don't you? Well now let's set both of them on fire, and I will place a bucket of water in front of you. Please only try to put one out, let the other burn.

Continue on to rants-dreams-hate+mail...

An almost blissful silence set in, followed by a sharp pain. My ear range with an appalling high pitch clamor. I placed my hand over my ear and I felt a warm liquid seeping from it, I examined it – it was blood. I looked in my rearview mirror, my lip was torn and my nose was pouring. Dear god, was there not a single hole in my head that wasn’t bleeding? I need to get home and address the issues at hand. I leaned my head out the window and spit the bloody pulp from my mouth, it streaked down the side of my vehicle, making it look like I had murdered a small animal. My head still aches as I type and sleep has been hard. But all in all it has been quite an interesting week. One night for instance, I was sitting at home playing a game of chess with Brennen when I got a phone call. I finished the game off with a mate and excused myself to go hang out with two beautiful women. Shortly after I found myself surrounded by kink. The scene was one that you would have just had to be there to appreciate. I walked in to a house of naked flesh, there were bodies crawling on the ground, Pyrex measuring cups were being filled with urine and gloved fists were penetrating soft lips. Oddly I felt at home, some would call this depravity but as for me it’s just the slice of life people hate to admit exists for fear of enjoying something that their peers would frown upon. Of course my camera was on hand but I was disappointed with my work that night. I need to get my lighting situation worked out. I am having some technical difficulties and I need to invest in some new external flash equipment. As for the pseudo orgy, I only put up one picture since it was the only one that gives no distinct identification. Once I get my lighting issues worked out I shall return with something good enough to scar the internet... Yes I know that is a bold statement. Anyhow this week's digiCam project is not work safe and for the graf heads you can find this week's graffiti project here.

Pretty, absolutely everything in the right size & shape, and still carrying a casual and natural look. Click (NWS)

... up in my little corner of the site HERE (NWS)

This week's graffiti project.
This week's digiCam project.
Some new fan pics. (NWS)
Some new pictures for the camera phone project. (NWS)
Gil's birthday revisited, after digging around through the archives it looks like there were a few pictures that never made it online. Well they are here now. (NWS)

More digging in the archives:
Graffiti year 3, week 26
Graffiti year 3, week 27
Graffiti year 3, week 28
Graffiti year 3, week 29
Graffiti year 3, week 30
Graffiti year 3, week 31
Graffiti year 6, week 37

...so yeah, is it my turn again?

This is a short story I spent a few days writing. It's available at http://www.tot-ltd.org/price.rtf

Enjoy




Humankind has largely been free to do as they please, constantly ignoring social, and sometimes ethical laws to obtain what they seek. Thus, the effects of our actions are often unavoidable to those involved. Whether or not these effects are beneficial or detrimental at a personal, societal or global scale is often inconsequential between far reaching events. Sometimes the choices we make come back to haunt us, while at other times, they seem to resolve themselves before a procession of biological scenes snowball into a cataclysmic apocalypse of some kind. Personally, I find the most nightmarish scenarios possible to be the most humorous of all, because in the end, the rawest of emotions flow thick, exposing both the best and worst in people. It is from this that undeniable truth is often found, like a small child finding a rock in the ground, only to find out shortly thereafter that they are looking at something valuable, such as a precious metal, or something far more sinister than they could ever imagine.

Thus, I present to you a small town called Price. The exact geographic location, I am not at liberty to discuss. The rules of the game are quite simple: Survival Of The Fittest. Live or Die. From a "moral" perspective, this seems like a particularly brutal idea. From a Darwinian standpoint, caring and nurturing seems almost repugnant and foreign. To an extent both are right, but ultimately, they are both wrong because neither of them are correct all of the time.

(Prologue Continued On Next Post)...

Two years ago when I first met Bryan's girls, my son was playing his xbox in the conference room at ESRC on a Saturday. The girls were introduced to Eric and seemed to have very little interest in his mission on Halo. Well now the oldest one is almost as in love with the game as Eric except now they are into Halo 3. Sometimes while I'm in the kitchen I can hear them downstairs plotting out their gameplan for annihilation of the monsters or whatever they are. I just never would have guessed after seeing the extreme lack of interest that day two years ago.

It makes me think back to when I was a kid, playing on the Coleco or on the Compaq 8088 then finally we got a Nintendo. These kids now would think those games were so lame. Heck, our kids in particular are literally ADDICTED to webkins. We have to demand they go out and play and stay away from the computer because they are constantly trying to do the activity of the hour and then head off to the next mission on Halo 3.

...continue for the rest

Hope all is well..

My unexpected leave of absence we can easily contribute to laziness. The real reason is more programming, more programming, work, car breaking down on multiple occasions, endless calls to the phone company, writing several short stories, and in general being an ass. In any case, here's an installment of news.

People create online petition to extend the lifespan of Windows XP. Here's a better idea: Don't use Vista at all.

Facepalm.jpg And some people say that the invention of money was a good thing.

When I read articles like this, I still continue to ask "what the fuck is wrong with Florida?"

That is some fine parenting. Back in my day, we didn't get beat with videogame controllers, we got beaten with shovels and boards carved out of hickory. They just don't make woodburning children like they used to.

More news to come from the depths of my colon.

This week's graffiti project.
This week's digiCam project.
Last week's digiCam project.

Continue on to "Burning the midnight oil & Mailbag - Q&A."