Eurochemic Chaos I Call Life

I began work on this a few years ago and shelved it.

Remodelled, shaded and lit, then rendered in Blender from the 3D Studio model of the 20th Century Fox logo created by Jan (aka Laserschwert) in 2006 that was originally published on scifi3d.

I recreated the sky and stars using pre render compositing of horizon maps directly in Blender, replaced the spot and environment lamps, removed the terrain and massive sky sphere, and made some edits to the mesh.  No post production has been used.

Kodak Cineon and Industrial Light and Magic EXR formats, and print ready renders of the completed version of this scene might be made available in the future.

A slideshow comprising seventy photographic studies of the celebrated monuments of China's northern capital and it's environs

Peking the Beautiful. Herbert Clarence White. 1927
Courtesy of The New York Public Library. www.nypl.org.

Ayamikhan: Let's eat that Europe thing that's separating us and spend the week in bed :)

Makri: Totally game
Makri: I think I'd happily swallow the Balkans
Makri: I'm not too sure on Austria and Germany
Makri: Too hard for my digestion

Ayamikhan: And I could definitely drink Bavaria

Makri: Oh, then I'd drink Italy
Makri: And North Eastern France

Ayamikhan: Shame there are no fields of cannabis, ginger, cinnamon, cardamum and cloves in Europe
Ayamikhan: You being vegetarian, I'll need to digest a lot of beef, lamb and chicken, easier with Asian spices and hashish :)

Makri: Well you don't need to eat them all, you could send some to Sudan
Makri: So your digestion won't suffer so much
Makri: And hungry children will be fed

Ayamikhan: Good idea
Ayamikhan: Then we'll have healthier Sudanese servants and slaves for our empire ;)

Makri: coool
Makri: I always wanted Sudanese servants

Ayamikhan: Their skin can be so sexy

Makri: I wonder if they taste good.

Ayamikhan: The healthy free range organic ones do

Makri: We have to have some

Ayamikhan: Definitely
Ayamikhan: I'll email Cleopatra later today and get some sent over

Makri: You are sweet

J.G.Ballard died today.


The world is running out of good science fiction authors.

I nearly had to use my surgical skills yesterday. Picked up a thick whisky glass first thing after I awoke, to wet my throat and give me a jolt.

Crushed it in my hand as if I was bionic. It cut halfway through my palm, deep dark blood for about 30 minutes while I removed glass fragments.

The cut was deep enough I got my field kit and was thinking of trying to load suture thread into a needle with one hand. Luckily that has turned out to be unnecessary. No nerve damage or infection, and internal blood vessels seem to be OK.

10th April update : There seems to be nerve damage. Numbness is persistent in all four fingers of my left hand. So far there is no loss of articulation, nor any signs of infective complications. Blood vessels appear to be healing themselves.

The implication of this is serious, I could have permanently lost the use of all fingers on my left hand. Those that know how many creative skills I have and make use of will probably understand how much that scares me.

Doğum Günün Kutlu Olsun phalaena

Feel the pain burning, reaching up your spine
How your body shudders, higher as you climb
You're reaching for the sky, as the lash descends
Tingling stars of fire, burning in your head
Lightning in you opening eyes, bursting thoughts of power
Feel the velvet whip turning sweet thoughts to sour

Down and down you slowly slide
Your burning body under mine
Together a world with legs entwined
Silky skin with hardened lines
The scent of leather in the air
The colours change not really there
You taste the sweetness of the pain
Will you ever climb so high again

http://www.last.fm/music/Hawkwind/_/Sweet+Mistress+Of+Pain

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

http://www.last.fm/music/The+Velvet+Underground/_/Venus+in+Furs

Happy Valentine's Day!

You know who I am, so, the only anonymity here, is, only you know who you are.

I recently upgraded my operating system, and this meant rebuilding, installing and testing all the software I use for medical, molecular and other 3D imaging and rendering. I'm still doing this and have loads more to do.

But ....

A recent series of images by diosa_en_disfra naked in a darkly lit green bathroom inspired me to take a break and test out the latest version of the human character creation program I use with the latest version of modelling and rendering tools.

Today is denshao2 's birthday.

For diosa_en_disfra 



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Why have the following people added me as a friend, without explaining who they are, or why they want to be my friend, when, none of my friends know them, and they have had no contact with me, and they have not answered my message asking the first two who they are ?

anakondor 
almario 
avrory 

Explain who you are, now.

This entire journal is probably going to be locked to my  friends only within the next few hours.

I don't need strangers.

Are there mood swings where you live too ?
In India, this is not new.
Cows come into playgrounds,
Sit on the swings, and Moo.

In India, cows are sacred,
There's nothing one can do,
They're sacred since they say Om reversed,
To us it sounds like Moo,

And of all that can be sacred,
This is the best of things.
I've even heard of mischievous spirits,
That smoo people's wings.

(05:15:01) Lena: Do you realise how hot it is that I can be a bad influence on YOU?

(05:15:10) Me: yes, very hot :)