Thursday, May 31, 2007

Monday, May 28, 2007


A very pleasing definition from urbandictionary.

Saturday, May 26, 2007


Friday, May 25, 2007

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Konwalia majowa

Little bunches of these available on every Warsaw streetcorner at the moment. They have a lovely stink! I wish I could tell you that I'd drawn the picture myself, but that would be a fib. We have these people to thank. If I were going to do some colouring-in, I'd turn my attention to the hollyhocks and the foxgloves. Oh, and the primroses.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Eric Ravilious

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Gouldian finch

Image borrowed from this page. How did I wind up there? Well, Em and I have just been enjoying Warsaw's Noc muzeów. More than 90 museums and galleries are open into the small hours and have waived their entrance fees for one night only. You can ride between them on supercool antique buses! At the Ethnographical Museum we got down to a rousing Polish folk band with two girls singing great harmonies (the line-up included what i'll call a goatpiper, more of which in a future post perhaps). We'd hoped to hear an Australian band as well, but the hall where they were due to play was already fit to burst when we arrived and the doors were barred against us. (The last time we went to this museum we were very nearly the only people there; tonight was a real crush.) As a consolation we spent some time in the Australasia room, where most of the stuff is from Papua New Guinea. Many, many boomerangs. And some amazing photos of Aboriginal rock paintings - or rather some photos of amazing Aboriginal rock paintings. I was hoping that there would be an all-singing, all-dancing site about them somewhere on the interweb. Perhaps there is: I haven't found it yet, but I did find the finch. And what a glorious finch he is!

Stevie Smith

Here's a useful poem to learn off by heart so that you can plumb any gaps in dinnerparty conversation:


Nourish me on an egg, Nanny,
And ply with bottled stout,
And I'll grow to be a man
Before the secret's out.

Nourish me on an egg, Nanny,
With bottled stout to drink,
And I'll grow to be a man
Before you can think.

Nourish me on an egg, Nanny,
Don't wring your hands and weep,
Bring me a glass of stout
And close my eyes in sleep.

(the book)


Nice map!

(Thanks to Cas for the link.)

Thursday, May 17, 2007

whose dinner?

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

famous for fifteen people

"This essay, written by Momus in 1991, was published by the Swedish fanzine Grimsby Fishmarket in 1992 ..."

Saturday, May 12, 2007

rock and roll band / Marty

*** Unhemmed recommends ***

Pop in your earphones & get down to numberdan's brand new 'Rock and Roll Band'!

And here's an idea (maybe it's just a fraction of an idea) for the artwork:

"Poor old Marty!"

"Good old Marty!"

John Berryman, 1968

INTERVIEWER: You admire Stephen Crane, we know, and many of his characters are named "Henry"; is this the origin of the name?

BERRYMAN: Oh, no—that's all just accident and junk. I'll tell you how the name Henry came into being. One time my second wife and I were walking down an avenue in Minneapolis and we decided on the worst names that you could think of for men and women. We decided on Mabel for women, and Henry for men. So from then on, in the most cozy and adorable way, she was Mabel and I was Henry; and that's how Henry came into being.

(read more of it here ...)

Friday, May 11, 2007

birds / going organic

An educational short from 1977.

I'm a little bit anxious that I've linked to John Stammers's very funny poem "I Don't 'Go Organic' Often, But When I Do" before; if I have, it's evidence, if such were needed, of incipient doolalliness. But not to worry, now I've put it here, with a bit of luck I'll be able to find it when I need it again.

Thursday, May 10, 2007


I don't know what to say about this, so I'll just point at it with my mouth open. (Isn't that just what always seems to happen in these parts anyway?)

Actually, there is one thing I'd like to say about it: it needs a spellcheck. (Albert Cammus? T S Elliot? Exypery?) And it could be a bit more upfront about where its cartography comes from.
I'm now pointing at it with my mouth closed.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Szydłowiec and environs


On Friday night I ate bibimbap, which was tasty, but not quite as tasty as its name. Bibimbap! I fondly hope that one day I'll be able to eat a more fully Korean version of the dish, so I can see how it compares with its Polish counterpart, which seemed to be missing a large number of the ingredients listed here, but was scrummy nonetheless.

I was reminded of the bibimbap by this fantastic sestina on 'Six Kinds of Noodles'.

Something from a different barrel, as they say in these parts: please note the new additions to the list of links, one of which will plug you into buildings, whilst the other mostly does sounds (though it does other things too).

Friday, May 04, 2007

current favourite sentence

I've stolen this feature off my friend James. Hope he doesn't mind! I rather think that he won't when he reads this:

"I think of some of the haughty-ass theoretico-jive that's come out of my mouth at various conferences and coffeehouse readings over the years, and I shudder." - samizdat