Pic o' the week! While on the Cisco campus they gave me a "random access code" for their wireless.
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This week's digiCam update from Dallas, Texas.
This week's graffiti project from Dallas, Texas.

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God knows I've never felt normal, as I'm sure most people don't. I guess the difference is that some people strive towards normality while others bask in oddness. We yearn to belong and we yearn to be unique and it depends on the person to which side the balance tips.

We yearn for purpose, too. Some idealistic sense that we fulfill a role that no-one else can fulfill. Cruising down the A10, Amsterdam's main beltway, I was struck by a new sense of purpose.



The last couple of weeks have been filled with crazies. Weird people of every flavor. The idea was to move around a bit and visit various places in the south of France but we ended up staying at a friend's place for the majority of the time. The friend lives in a house built on top of an old stone ruin dating back to the dark ages. A few other stone houses in the valley are primarily occupied by people from the Netherlands and England. There was some old fashioned bickering going on that almost seemed a vague echo of the bloody wars waged between the French and the English in the very same area centuries before. The issues were basically the same: property, theft and murder. There was some odd twist to it. An overall sense of paranoia that clashed with the relaxed and laid back lifestyle of the area and also an apparent incapability to resolve minor issues with a healthy dose of common sense. Being insane is a great tool and in some cases even a great weapon but there are times when a touch of sanity is of much better use. It wasn't until an English woman pointed out that her mother was crazy, and she was crazy, and come to think of it, so was everybody else, that it struck me: she was right. I had successfully submerged myself in the life of wine, food and a good campfire every night. Weeks before, when I was moving through a crowd at Amsterdam Central Station trying to catch a train out of town, I suddenly realized that everybody looked weird. Weird to a degree I hadn't noticed before. In France, being part of the good life, I realized that everybody was weird, to a degree I hadn't noticed before.

Coming home, I was expecting a culture shock. No open fires in the greater Amsterdam area. Taking a stroll I hit upon a tiny street party just a couple of dozen yards from my home. Some locals sitting around a fire set up on community ground and fed with old oak furniture. I joined them and we drank beer and wine and baileys and talked about life and Russia. They too were crazy. Each and every one of them: inspired and insane. And the next day, driving home from my parents, I realized that they too were crazy. So what it comes down to, I think, is that I should proclaim my own admittedly iffy state of mine as the norm, and defend it to the death against all the craziness out there. That, I suppose, is establishing one's individuality.

Click here for some more pics of my trip to France.

This week's digiCam photos cover some shots from Lojiking's gig and some other randoms.
There are two chunks of graffiti flicks to check out, some buildings and some trains.

I have been extremely happy this weekend, to the point where my face is sore from smiling. Good times, good friends and cool new people that I am getting a chance to know. Saturday night was my good friend Lojiking's CD release party and for those of you that do not know him, he is a local hip-hop artist. And to commemorate this I want to give the first ten people to drop us an e-mail a free copy. Please include a mailing address and allow up to two weeks for shipping if you want some other swag. Also to Julie who I ran in to at the show Saturday. I doubt you will see this, but I hope you do (if so drop me a line). My memory works oddly, I do not forget anything - but sometimes retrieving it takes a moment. Anyhow you said I didn't remember you, at the time this was partially true due to my state but there was some vague remembrance after the fact. And I felt bad afterwards when it all came rushing back like a tidal wave. Including Heidi's apartment below that doctors office near liberty. But the thing that sticks out the most is how much I enjoyed hanging out with you ladies, it was very calming for that chaotic period of my life (nearly 13 years ago). I was sad when I heard about Heidi, she was such a big ball of smiles with bright hair. Anyhow I hope to run in to you again, I want to thank you proper for tranquility.


I have had this odd infatuation with watching myself as of late, it's not some perverse fetish (at least I do not think it is). It is more or less just simple curiosity and it's a hell of a lot more interesting than watching TV. A new line of work has got me playing with a bunch of fun technology, so with the entrance of this I have completely wired my house and life. I have cameras that record audio and video around my house, they also do motion detection - so if I am away, they will start capturing the frames of movement and e-mail them to me. But since deploying this I have found it interesting to watch some of the odd things I do. Those things you do when you think nobody is watching. But I think after a year or so of collecting the interesting snapshots I will start a new project - some sick depraved catalog exposing my intimate moments. It's also fun to have when arguing. "I didn't take your laundry basket", "Bitch I got you video".

Pic o' the week!
I had to roll him out of my driveway so that I could go to work. The mouthwash was the icing on the cake.
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I am having a beer tonight to celebrate my graduation/completion of yet another court ordered out-patient rehabilitation program. It's not like I have a real problem and is it really my fault that the judge doesn't quite understand the ingenious dynamic that is me?

"Mr. Sutton, you do realize you are killing yourself - don't you?"
"Your honor, this is the only way that I can commit suicide without pissing off a lot of people."

I guess the humor died with the hooker that Ted Kennedy killed when he drove off that bridge, but on a serious note if any of you get ordered in to an in-patient treatment program - may I suggest ATC, it is a fine treatment center. One of the best that I have been in, with good people and decent food. Not to mention it's located in the avenues, so the location is great for meeting fine local women of a higher caliber. Anyhow now that I am off the wagon and behind this luxurious 26 inch display (not including the additional 22 inch companion) I return with an overdue update.

Updates:
Last week's digiCam update.
This week's digiCam update.
This week's graffiti project.
Defcon 16. WARNING: Not work safe. It seems that I was the only one from the crew shooting photographs this year, so yeah - that doesn't work to well. So I focused on nudity the first night and then focused on booze the other two nights. With that said, please expect a lot of explicit photos with just a minimal coverage of the conference. I don't do too well without supervision.

Mailbag/communication:

(ken2012) hey
(ken2012) are you the kenny from the site

-Yes, it is me. Next time be patient IRC is a slow paced easy going I will respond at some point type of communication.

From: ******@hotmail.com
To: ******@hektik.org
Subject:

Hey Kenny,
I have been having some extremely sexual dreams about you lately..its actually been going on 2 weeks now, which then leads to numerous episodes of me pleasuring myself throughout the day. I'm not talking 2 or 3 times either..its more like 6-8, but i dont know what to think about it..or even if i should be telling you. I guess i just go on enjoying it until they end. What do you think about this? Am i retarded for telling you?

-Hell no you are not retarded for telling me! Continue please...

La Nicoliere is a wet and windy region consisting of a valley, thick green vegetation and a reservoir bearing the same name as the region.

It was on the serpentine and slippery roads descending from the valley to the reservoir that took place the nth local rally championship contest on this past Sunday. I was there and took pictures, which kinda speak for themselves. Enjoy.

Link: Rally 2008 Nicoliere

p.s I re-organised the albums of my gallery and as a result you will have to update your bookmarks, sorry :d

Girl drinking Olde English malt out in the street and looking totally on top of the situation. Call me weird but I think that's kinda hot. click

Pic o' the week!
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I was going to put something like this up last week to let you guys know the weekly dub was going to be postponed last week due to vacation/defcon. But prior to leaving I had some major emergencies at work that had to be addressed before my departure. So I stayed awake for 48 hours wrapping stuff up for work, passed out, woke up and left. So this week the dub will return with a large post and I will return later with some words and updates.

As you may or may not have noticed, I've started uploading some random photos of the past couple of months (here). Now I can tell people I have a photographic memory, as my other memory is pretty much shot. I carry my crappy compact around nearly everywhere I go and if there is something that strikes me, I usually take a picture. If I run into street art that I find at least half way interesting, I definitely put it up here since this is, after all, Hektik. To add to the collection of freights Kenny has shot over the years, I've added some shots of passenger trains with some pretty nice pieces on them (here, here, here, here, here, here and here). The white/blue/yellow carriages are the newest trains operating around Amsterdam and they usually look pretty clean & fresh. Seeing them covered up always puts a smile on my face.

In a couple of days I'll be off to France for two weeks. Drive around with a tent in the back. Visit a friend who has built himself a house out there. I'll try and find you guys a worthy BotN before I go. Finally, allow me to point you to a project of mine: Catatonics.

Catching up:
This week's graffiti project.
Last week's graffiti project.
This week's digiCam update.
Last week's digiCam update.
The digiCam update from three week's ago.

Wow, I have been distracted... But hey it’s hard getting your own business off the ground.

Pic o' the week - the countdown to Defcon XVI!
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If a girl is looking at you like this, you know everything will be okay. click

Pic o' the week!
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Last week's graffiti project - Walls.
This week's graffiti project - Freights.
Last week's slim digiCam update.

I have become an troll. Recently the good doctor sent me an invitation to an invite only photo community and while I love it and some of the techniques that I have shared with fellow hobbyists and professionals-there also tends to be your standard crowd of internet warriors, the ones that despise you and love to argue for the sheer fact that it gives their life some pseudo-purpose, a war to wage if you will. And while I don't really want to be the community troll it is so easy to control these people. A handful of select words and paragraphs adds such a delicious bit of fuel to the fire. Their blood boils, the hate and contempt pours out of their fingers with every word that they feverishly type. They will show me, they will convince everyone of the piece of shit I am. Its good times and these people take the internet and life itself way too serious, and I am the comedian - too bad they don't understand that they are the punch line in my depraved little world.

I have been busy as of late, nothing too exciting - just preparing for the next few months of travel. My tour kicks off in August with a trip to Vegas, followed by Texas, Idaho, Seattle and then ending in NYC. We shall see what kind of mischief that I can drum up, after all it never gets weird enough for me. So much to do, so behind with the site and content and code - mental note contact Rude Boy about said code projects. This is also an invite to you Rude Boy, to contact me - in case I forget. Well I must cut it short, I need to shower before my company arrives and I need to squeeze some sleep in, I have a big chess match tomorrow... Yes, I have become a nerd to the fifth power.

Pic o' the week! (In celibration of DC-See you soon hombre.)
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Some photo's by Cam and DuKe - 10 years of Gil(T).

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Hello. I have just added some pics of the rally I attended last Saturday at Bassin Blanc - which is one of the coldest (because you can see the water vapour in my breaths) and eerie (because the thick mist reminds me of the movie Silent Hill) places here on the island imho. But the view from the hill top is superbe, including the path all the way to the sea downhill. If you look closer, you can sometimes see the waves crashing against the reefs.
Anyway, enjoy and do comment.

Link is here: Rally 2008 Bassin Blanc (or simply click on the above pic)

Cheers.

This picture has been sitting on my hard disk for quite some time now, and I've always wondered what it is exactly about this girl that appeals to me. I could certainly do without the shades sitting on top of her head. Today it struck me: it's her pose. Arms wide, breasts poking ever so slightly through her shirt. It reads: take me, I'm yours. click

The scene behind her reminds me of the ferry ride to Helsingor, Danmark, but that's a whole different story.

Pic o' the week!
Updates:
This week's digiCam project.
The graffiti project.
Yenn's project is pumping blood again, plus she now has her older archives up for your eyes.

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Senator Obama,

Fuck you.

Sincerely,
A citizen of the United States of America