100th Posting

...isn't going to be themed in the way that most benchmark anniversaries are. I like to be contrary where possible: throw people off the scent. Exercise my mysterious, enigmatic nature.

...What's that, over there?!

Just kidding.
See, got you again.

Herewith a story about a Lithuanian farmer who got lost one day, and the miraculous journey of self discovery that ensued.

VILNIUS, Lithuania (AFP) - A Lithuanian farmer who was left behind at German road stop spent nine days trekking part-way home, living on apples and water from puddles along the route, a Lithuanian newspaper reported Tuesday.

Saulius Marcinkevicius, 41, had decided to go on his first ever trip abroad with a group of fellow Lithuanian farmers who were bound for an agriculture fair in Hanover earlier this month, the daily Lietuvos Rytas said.

The rest of the group forgot him when their coach stopped at a service station near Leipzig on November 13.

Marcinkevicius, who had only his jacket, passport and around 100 euros (150 dollars) in cash, decided to make his way home on foot.

He spent the next nine days walking around 200 kilometres (125 miles) eastwards to Poland, sleeping rough in woods, scrumping apples from orchards, and drinking from puddles.

Marcinkevicius told the newspaper that he did not speak any foreign languages and had not dared to ask for help -- even though he was stopped on several occasions by German police who caught him walking alongside the motorway.

Upon reaching the German-Polish border, he explained himself to German guards with the aide of an interpreter.

He then hitched a ride with a Lithuanian trucker who helped him finally to get home to Kupiskis, in northern Lithuania, last Sunday.

He later checked in with Lithuanian police, who had been searching for him and had even alerted Interpol.

Marcinkevicius, who lost five kilos (11 pounds) during his trek, has vowed never to leave Lithuania again.

However, he appeared to have taken the odyssey in his stride, telling the paper: "I got lost, and went through some extreme experiences, the kind that other people sometimes pay big money for."

30 Second Poem

The sun is high, it's nearly noon
Snowflakes in their thousands bloom
The grey scale ceiling our natural tomb,
The snow is here, too soon. Too soon.

Found Rant

For those who aren't familiar with FOUND magazine - familiarize yourselfs. Now.
In a nutshell, it's a community built on found items that "provide glimpses into other people's lives".

Their collection of hypnotic brilliance includes the following rant:

Go and find Found magazine here

Just Because

I came across it, and think it worth sharing.

This unique, funnel shaped umbrella harnesses the flow of rainwater down into its handle, a water pistol. The user can fire at will, maintaining a constant flow of water as long as rain continues to fall!

Scenes of Carnage Part 2

This is the second installment in my world of little victims. For a refresher on part one, clicky here.
Don't feel bad for this family. They aren't good people.

Home Wreckin'

The delights of moving.
Two days ago I came in to work. My Creative Director regarded me through the meeting, and it wasn't until the subject of my painting my new place came up that he mentioned thinking that I was going grey. Honestly, I wish I hadn't mentioned the painting thing - going grey sounds more more dignified than simply being unable to wash my hair properly.

Anyway. Outfitting the home and how best to do it. Personally, am ricocheting between the obvious and the ridiculous - with the ridiculous in the clear lead. Did I really need that mirrored plinth? Or that poster of a dog with a lampshade around its neck? Yes.

And I need these too.

Exhibit 1: A way to burrow in my bookshelves. I don't know about you, but I remember hiding amongst the family sized laundry detergents in the supermarket aisles. The hiding was fun. The giving my mother consecutive heart attacks was awesome.

I was a small child.



Exhibit 2: ok, more book stuff. I have a billion of them. But anything called 'The Bibliochaise' wins my immediate thumbs up. It may be the most absurdly comfortable thing ever. But at least it's also the most expensive.



Exhibit 3: Blankets that make you look like a murdered 12th century monk. And with the variety of colours at your disposal, you can change your sexual proclivities as well for additional character depth.

(It does say that the large sleeves will let your hands roam free)