Nuclear Tentacles: January 2009

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Photogenic

There definitely seems to be some chemistry between the photographer and this model. She is absolutely stunning in a rather ethereal way.

Nalilord's blog

Ode on a Grecian Urn is a poem by John Keats written in 1819 and first published in January 1820. It was one of Keats's "Five Great Odes of 1819" which also included Ode on Indolence, Ode on Melancholy, Ode to a Nightingale,and To Autumn. Its inspiration is partly considered to be a visit by Keats to the exhibition of the Elgin Marbles and partly related to Keats's experience with the aesthetic theories of Benjamin Haydon, Keats's friend and painter, and his collection of Grecian prints.

Due to overuse of Photoshop and cosmetic surgery, I don't often trust the sort of "perfect" beauty one sees in magazines and porn and such, but she looks truly, naturally beautiful in an awe-inspiring sort of way.
Few women can get away with fishnets and shorts without looking utterly ridiculous.

When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," -that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Distracted? How could I have missed her?

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Monday, January 26, 2009

Watching TV

J. Robert Oppenheimer (April 22, 1904 – February 18, 1967) was an American theoretical physicist and professor of physics at the University of California, Berkeley. He is best known for his role as the scientific director of the Manhattan Project: the World War II effort to develop the first nuclear weapons at the secret Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico. For this reason he is remembered as "the father of the atomic bomb". In reference to the Trinity test in New Mexico, where his Los Alamos team first tested the bomb, Oppenheimer famously recalled the Bhagavad Gita: "If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one." and "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

Friday, January 23, 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

Wet your beak in the stream

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl

Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream

NGV, St Kilda Road,
Melbourne

via Bachelorette on Flickr

Killing Lies one stroke at a time.

Happy Flowy Fishnet Friday!

This model – Eileen or Annet or something - is rather interesting: she changes form. While I think she looks pretty hot (if somewhat undernourished) in these photos, there are others that remind me of Ann Coulter’s horsey face and freak me out a bit. I'm not quite sure what to make of her.