unforgettable moments. those are the ones to take notice of.

bathroom cleaner with foaming trigger

'today i have had the worst day from hell'
'why'
'you don't want to know'
'yes i do'
'no, you really don't'

beautiful, absolutely beautiful...
31 is too late

starting quote from 'prozac'. i've forgotten it now

i can't believe how crap i am!

put it this way: 'i'm pretty sure i wouldn't have chosen myself out of a catalogue' - toby lit, adventures in capitalism

it looks like cheese-whizz

right now you are browsing through time, choosing what to be proud of in the future

a have-a-go hero

wagamamawalkmanwasheteria

the reason i played my walkman so loud on the dlr (docklands light rail) was because i had to block out the woman opposite yelling into her mobile phone. and then the train went underground and she lost her connection.

albert einstein changed the universe but died a failure

fire travels upwards

living in the shadow of the bomb

people don't want to be efficient, they want to be happy

til the light i knew comes (to my house/out of the darkness) and says hello. hello, it's good to be back. - oasis

bernard haemmerel:
- dna researcher responsible for the cloning program in the u.s.
- a belgian aristocrat famous for his ritualistic killing of domestic animals
- took out a patent for corrective glasses for horses
- composer of the australian national anthem
- south african surgeon who assisted charles bernard on the world's first heart transplant
- invented american system of semesters
- architect of the empire state building
- the owner of dulux paints first used in 1952

no more women (film)
a spoof woody allen take-off postulating the advantages of vasectomy

we are young, heartache to heartache we stand; no promises no demands - love is a battlefield, pat benatar

you can't hold what's in your hand

when you're hanging on by your fingernails don't go waving your hands in the air.

no single, inherent item does it justice enough. it can therefore never become and accurate précis of itself.

docusoap / documdrama

everything is more complicated than visible - process, a tomato project

more humane than human - csm 91 catalogue

plug-in people™ - to make a comment using a graphical style on the iconography of clothing, social status etc.

on the struggle of the class war, as it still rages somewhere in britain, a member of the management team at the ritz said to a demonstrator of the 'lower class' (after she and her supporters demanded a cup of tea for tuppence): 'we don't serve cups of tea. we serve pots.'

postmodernists have discovered nothing new in the dynamic perpetual change that they perceive to be a key feature of contemporary life and culture - fluidity and gaseousness are symbols of everyday life - john thakara, design after modernism

you are here

when the aliens arrived none of us were ready. we were sitting around the dinner table, mindlessly chattering, when the knock came. aunt rose went to the door, swung it open and was instantly vaporized. horrified, we watched aunt rose's ashes slowly settle on the floor. the door creaked shut.
'aliens!' grandma whispered.
a few moments of silence followed and then the knock returned. this time grandma grabbed her shotgun, signaled everyone of her intent, and crept silently to the door. the kind, eternal light had left her blue eyes. her jaw was set and i saw the look of a vengeful she-wolf protecting her cubs.
grandma suddenly flung open the door and i saw her pump two rounds into old harold schmidt, the grocer up the street. when the smoke cleared we all stood there quietly observing harold's broken, twisted body.
'who would have thought?' grandma's voice quivered, 'harold scmidt - a stinkin' alien!'

ukania

love is selfish - surround yourself with mirrored people

information is a commodity with lots of ram and fried onion rings

nets of boxes

in favour of faith: there's no such thing as coincidence

who belongs, who decides who's crazy?

there is no madness where there is pure enjoyment

blame loneliness on society

highway, freeway, turnpike, street, avenue

nothing is happening on this page. everything on this page is dead. reading is reincarnation. meaning is mental activity. - my m.a.

henry was introverted, shy, finely drawn and very tall with light hair, a high pale forehead and blue eyes with dark shadows. he did not think that a neurosis (the most usual reason) had brought him to me, but rather an inner urge to work on his psyche. a strong mother-tie, however, and a fear of committing himself to life were hidden behind this urge; but these were only discovered during analytical work with me. he had just completed his studies and taken a position in a large factory, and he was facing the problems of a young man on the threshold of manhood.
'it appears to me,' he wrote in a letter asking for an interview, 'that this phase of my life is particularly important and meaningful. i must decide either to remain unconscious in a well-protected security, or else to venture on a yet unknown way in which i have great hopes.'
the choice thus confronting him was whether to remain a lonely, vacillating and unrealistic youth or to become a self-sufficient and responsible adult.

what if god was one of us?

everybody dreams keep them from sleeping

madness is in sanity

i'll take your word for that - don't throw me any pictures

imagine what you can't see

you sorta listen with your eyes

don't crush the puppy

reg prescott, diy 'expert'

casual cruelty. alcohol casualty

'it was a circus.'
'it was a nightmare.'
'it was a miracle' - three fleetwood mac members recounting the days recording 'rumours'

the world stops at alaska

the law is playdough. who knows what shape it will take tomorrow?

where is here?

11.45pm, thursday on the dlr home: the image of the man in an expensive suit, drunk, asleep with his head resting on his recently eaten macdonalds extra value meal.

if you love more than one equally, you love neither enough

people never wave at busses

take advantage while i hang myself out to dry, but i can see you every night, free.

clichéd but true how one can live in a city for years and never notice those things that even the most transient of tourists will see

youth driven, fat-free culture

unwillingness to assign hierarchy to values

*shiver*

does it matter where you are?

what if you could do it all again?

what if excess was good for you?

we are all desperately grabbing hold of the youth we have left

three recent thoughts:
- it takes the same amount of time to make a good decisions it does a bad one
- design is all about giving up
- tonight i saw things really clearly. and it's hard enough to acknowledge what you should or shouldn't do or know, let alone act upon it.

self-test:
q. what do you do well?
a. persuade myself that i am good

'are we okay?'
'no, but we will be.'
'well, that's good enough for now'

kill a man and you're a murderer
kill millions and you are a conqueror
kill everyone and you're god
- back of a fudge tunnel t-shirt

gid's business card:
'dj, light entertainer, party organiser, human
0171 482 1966
23 23 23 23 23
any venue, any occasion, any thing. funerals dinner parties and loud techno'

tragic irony or poetic justice? you tell me.

compromise is not weakness

typical american understatement

today india achieved nuclear capability

destiny is not what we work toward. the future doesn't exist yet/ fate is for losers - douglas coupland, girlfriend in a coma

'so what are you doing?'
'getting emotional grief, really'
'i reside in that whole ball-park'

unless your insane your out of it

why do people always complain about being out of their box when being in it is claustrophobic?

all right, angus, you win. i do care about my career, i desperately need the money. it is important to me... but not that important. stuff you, angus, with your blinkered dedication to something that doesn't really matter. stuff you and your pressed shirts. i pretended to like you because i had to. but i don't. i despise your small mindedness. i loathe your clean shirts and your prissy glasses. good luck in your thin little life. i'm not going to some hotel to lick the bottoms of people i hate almost as much as i hate you when i could be watching football. i've waited six years for this tournament. i've really looked forward to it.; almost as much as i look forward to never seeing you again. ever in my life. you can take this as my resignation, melon-arse.

the day michealangelo died was the day shakespeare was born: 23 april, 1564.

now is soon enough

how destructive is self indulgence?

sometimes things in books oblige life

money does not remove worthlessness

life soon

'shut up'
'no. you called me 'lumpy''
'but you're not lumpy.'
'well...'

i wish they sold burgers

get a flag and a trumpet and march on in the name of magic

the future is not what it was

what if one day in your life you told everybody you knew what you though of them>

what if..?

i have honestly thought in the last three weeks that if i had the chance to do it all again i would do something different

'you have been my life since last october'

just because you're paranoid it don't mean they're not after you

i wish i was staying at yours tonight instead of going home

tonight i ended my relationship with suzie, had a shave and finished my douglas coupland book whilst listening to the rain

do you know your purpose?

america eats its young

'it doesn't matter how you live or what you did wrong. if you're on tv people will respect you' bart simpson

phoebe: 'i can't believe two cows made the ultimate sacrifice so you guys could watch tv wiith your feet up
chandler: they were chair-shaped cows; they never would have survived in the wild

you know, dad, a lot of people make the mistake of confusing not being in control with not being respected

my reoccurring nightmare is i'm constantly reborn into the wrong era, not the swinging sixties or the behind-the-door seventies or even the reissues eighties but the nineties, the nineties, the decade that hasn't even got a fucking adjective; fucking post-feminist, pre-death x-ers, yesterday revivalists, recycled global villagers, advertising sloganistic intellectuals, opinionated verbatims, man, columnists are the new poets and a society without poets is no society.

the reality of the absence is stronger than the forgotten presence

there's a little bit of the brain that stays awake when you're asleep, keeping half an eye open, making sure that your feet aren't on fire or anything. after you've been sitting a while a few smoke molecules drift down into the guy's lungs. the brain doesn't notice for a while and then suddenly it thinks 'hang on; i'm asleep. i'm not smoking. bloody hell i'm not even a smoker. something's going on.'

what can we put on the screen to let the viewers know there's a subtext going on?

bathroom's free, unlike the country under the thatcherite junter - rik, the young ones

i am / i can - graffiti

you wanna know what happened? buy the book.

don't be humble. you're not that great.

what was sliced bread the greatest thing since?

is it always easy to see both sides of an issue we are not particularly concerned about?

all generations are bad - r. h. grenier

the shortest distance between two points is under construction - altito

common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age 18 - albert einstein

if you want your dreams to come true you must wake up

we both knew it was an inevitability. the question is not when you're gong to die but what you're going to do with your life before you do.

27 january 1999
'peejay, you're slowing up. you're not as fast as you used to be.'

and the laughs at the late-night lock-in all fade away when he walks in
the girl from fifteen years ago has packed and gone away
- the levellers

well ding ding dong. the bell doesn't sound quite so loudly the second time around, now does it?

the value of education is not what you put into a man but what you get out

how did i get to be such a mess so soon in my life? - ally mcbeal

ironically, ally mcbeal doesn't have enough balls to be a solicitor.

cc: cubic centilitres, carbon copy, credit card, closed caption, credit control

'like german tourists, the stupid are everywhere' - rimmer, red dwarf

'i saw,,, i almost saw, as if it were a memory' - jonny mnemonic

'there are places in the world that aren't made of stone' - the shawshank redemption

how the hell do you become the head of nato?