Sand Pebbles From Some Other Time

(John Hamilton James, 1882 by Tim Fitch/Sailordown!)

Words From Conversation #1

I long to be between your legs
with my love in your heart

Words From Conversation #2

with your song bid me closer
smash my boat on your rocks
shipwreck me there with you
forever

How To: Toggle Release Trigger Mechanism

Kicking off a series of how-to videos for man-trapping, these steps to creating a toggle release trigger mechanism will be used in subsequent videos of similar titling.

Loss Of The Kursk

It's still widely unknown what destroyed the forward torpedo sections of the Russian submarine Kursk. A collision with an American spy sub. A botched training exercise. But whatever the Kursk hit, she hit it hard enough to spring the triggers in her torpedo room, igniting an explosion recorded nearly a 100 miles away. Out of the 118 crewmen, only 23 survived the initial blast huddling together in the aft section of the boat. The escape hatch was busted. There in a dimming light, the Captain scratched a few notes later found his is breast pocket:

"All the crew from the sixth, seventh and eighth compartments went over to the ninth. There are 23 people here. We made this decision as a result of the accident. None of us can get to the surface.... I am writing blindly...."

If a rescue had been possible, it would have come too late. The Russian Navy wrote off any hope of survivors almost immediately. So as water leaked in slowly through the propellor shafts, 23 unknowing men waited in darkness. Neither heroes, nor harbingers... just men waiting to die.

I Want To Bury Myself In You

Tsarina Alexandra to Tsar Nicholas II of Russia
- December 30, 1915 -

Off you go again alone and it's with a heavy heart I part from you. No more kisses and tender caresses for ever so long -- I want to bury myself in you, hold you tight in my arms, make you feel the intense love of mine.

You are my very life, Sweetheart, and every separation gives such endless heartache...

Goodbye my angel, husband of my heart. I envy my flowers that will accompany you. I press you tightly to my breast, kiss every sweet place with tender love...

God bless and protect you, guard you from all harm, guide you safely and firmly into the new year. May it bring glory and sure peace, and the reward for all this war has cost you.

I gently press my lips to yours and try to forget everything, gazing into your lovely eyes -- I lay on your precious breast, rested my tired head upon it still. This morning I tried to gain calm and strength for the separation.

Goodbye wee one, lovebird, sunshine, huzy mine, onw!

~Alexandra

Make A River Of A Road

Turning River Street Into A River (2007) by Edgar Muller & Manfred Stader

Mystery In A Bottle

New York Times (December 13, 1896)

What Do We Have To Talk About

the only conversation
begins with 'I love you' and
ends with your name

Portrait Of A Lover As A Fighter

(John Hamilton James, 1918 by Tim Fitch/SailorDown!)

Red Flag After Fight

New York Times (July 11, 1905)

We Came Together

i didn't think
i would make it
but she whispered 'i am'
and we came together

Dream Of The Fisherman's Wife

The legend of Tamatori Hime tells of a pearl diver who stole a precious bead protected by the King of the Underworld. The bead had been lost to the sea, intended for the Japanese Emperor -- a gift from his Chinese equivalent. Upon stealing the bead, Tamatori cut herself open in order to hide the bead and swim faster than the pursuing ocean creatures. She made it to shore but died from her wounds - ultimately being interpreted as a warning of the cost of greed and a disharmony with nature.


Hokusai painted The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife in 1820, and while today the images may seem like extreme erotic animisms, audiences of the Edo period would have associated the images with the story of Tamatori. According to a scholarly paper by Danielle Talerico, the accompanying text suggests that while the diver died at odds with the sea, both Tamatori and the Octopi express mutual pleasure and enjoyment from the union.



In the centuries since, many artists have paid homage to Hokusai's work both in style and narrative.

I Strive For Nothing

i strive for nothing
so i am never unfulfilled
by my success

Only The Sea Would Promise What Couldn't Be

(Photo by Tim Fitch)