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Death is Everywhere.

Time to Die.

The conversation went like this:

  • ME: I don’t want to die a painful death.
  • HER: Huh? I am terrified of what comes after death. Modern medicine takes care of most of the pain, but I really hate not knowing what comes next.
  • ME: Really? I don’t want to look back and regret large chunks of my life. That would really suck.
  • HER: You are weird.
  • ME: ????

So, the questions are:

  1. Are you afraid of death?
  2. What is it that frightens you?

Death Links:

Depeche Mode - Fly On The Windscreen-Final Lyrics. Brought to you via the marquee tag. Don’t hate me.


Death is everywhere
There are flies on the windscreen
For a start
Reminding us
We could be torn apart
Tonight
Death is everywhere
There are lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight
Come here
Kiss me
Now
Come here
Kiss me
Now
Death is everywhere
The more I look
The more I see
The more I feel
A sense of urgency
Tonight
Come here
Touch me
Kiss me
Touch me
Now
Touch me
Touch me
There are flies on the windscreen
There are lambs for the slaughter
There are flies on the windscreen
Come here
Touch me
Kiss me
Touch me
Now
Touch me
Touch me

More Depeche Mode Lyrics

Photography and Me.

The Power of Lens: Size Does Matter…to the Public.

You cannot impress the general populace with this little lens. It matters not one iota that the lens is great in low-light situations. No, what matters to the public is the size of your lens. Well, thanks to a certain someone - you know who you are, sir - I now possess an impressive lens: 3.3″ x 7.6″ or 84.6mm x 193.6mm.

The Power of Lens: Free Pass at Local Festival.

Me, in jeans and a T-shirt armed with my breathtaking lens. Him, ticket collector at mini-train ride. Our exchange:

  • HIM: OH! OH! You can ride for free!
  • ME: ….
  • HIM: *Shuffling kids out of the way* Can’t you see that this man is a professional? Look at his camera - He obviously meant my magnificent lens.
  • ME: Thank you, but I am here to just take a few pictures. *Debating walking away to diffuse entire embarrassing scene*
  • HIM* To Little Kids: He must be from a major newspaper. He is here to photograph our festival and show it to the world.
  • ME: Ummm, is it okay if I stand here a take a few shots? God, this is really embarrassing.
  • HIM: Of course, of course! Hey, you kids! Move out of his way!
  • ME: *Snap. Snap. Snap.* Okay, thank you. Okay, I am out of here.

Poor bewildered kids.