The first crop circle of the 2009 season was reported on April 19, according to Crop Circle Connector. It appeared in a field of rapeseed (a.k.a. canola in America).

It reminds me of a symbol commonly used to designate Internet podcasts, such as this logo for Disneyland™ podcasts.

I believe it to be man-made because in two photos I can see lines defining quadrants in the circle running through the center disc, and one line (running left-to-right in the top image) is slightly off-center.

Super-haute fashion boutique colette in Paris, France plays like I do: their entire first floor has been realized as a larger-than-life Barbie shop for the month of March.

 
“Barbie celebrates her 50th birthday at colette,
March 9th-28th!

 

Barbie embodies glamour, fashion and femininity
for over 5 decades.

 

She naturally settles down at colette for her birthday,

 

where designers make theirs her environment.”

 

In the gallery, enjoy the “Barbie and Ken” exhibition
by Karl Lagerfeld.

There, I think I’ve got it out of my system. Want more Barbie? See Yahoo’s slideshow of the Real Malibu Beach House, and their March 9 party where (if you believe the pictures) maybe 6 people showed up. That’s not bad or anything, it’s about the attendance level of my Barbie events.

I hope more made it to Party Barbie colette last night. I wasn’t there, even in spirit, because it conflicted with the World of Noise radio show/chat party… it was a great one. If you missed it, write for access to the archives or get on Doug’s announcement mailing list.

“A plastic tan never fades” - Barbie.

Yoko Ono’s Imagine Peace Tower on on Viðey Island in Reykjavík, Iceland was lit from 2 hours after sunset on New Year’s Eve 2008, until dawn on New Year’s Day.
IMAGINEPEACE.com served up live feed from a webcam for us all to see. The snap I took (above) is from around midnight, local time.

Happy New Year!

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou