Friday, August 6, 2010

three more beautiful things

The young foxes have grown.  One rolls on its back on the grass beneath the trees and street lights in the early hours, circled warily by another.  A third arrives suddenly and runs through their invisible circle in a straight line.

In Eric Rohmer’s film, Ma Nuit Chez Maude, two people quite suddenly ensnared by the idea of love, talk urgently on a hillside, oblivious to the fantastic view behind them of snow falling on the city of Clermont.

Walking along a dry path in the wood at night, one hears a soft slow crescendo of summer rain approaching through the trees.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

only connect
















a periodic table of swearing is a fine idea, though this one, from scurrilous publishers modern toss, can only be viewed as prototypical as there aren't nearly enough rows and columns to suit every purpose























for instance ... the old  dog wanders, lags, deviates, hesitates, strays, and generally retards my progress whenever i hobble across clapham common but ... if i should sit down to read the paper or jot something in a notebook, or just to ease my aching feet ... then she's right there in my face with her complaining and her whimpering

the new heavy duty attack element for doggie discipline i should wish to introduce to this revised post-quantumnal age table would be the conversational heavy element number 999 ... "STFU !"

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=stfu

Saturday, July 31, 2010

three beautiful things



























RUNNERS. At weekends, one is always enchanted by fleeting glimpses through the trees of spring-heeled goddesses scampering around the common. Today come several hundred, half of them dressed in pink, on a fun run that seems too arduous for most in this sticky humidity.


http://www.raceforlife.org/choose-your-event/london--clapham-31-jul-10-1.aspx


A LITTLE BOY, maybe six or seven years old, gets on my bus and climbs on to a high seat. He is un-believably girlishly pretty, but undoubtedly boyish because he is absorbed in contemplation of his new boy’s toy, a Lego Clone Walkers Battle Pack, still in its unopened box. Throughout the fifteen minute journey he does not speak, but reads the box’s facets over and over whilst he hums the Star Wars theme, very loudly.


WOODPECKER. We awake to steady rain after a drought. Two squirrels dash hither and thither among the great dark boughs of a Cedar of Lebanon, fetching twigs vandalised from a neighbouring lime tree to fortify their dray. A woodpecker flies in at speed from one side and settles in classic profile, so to speak, before commencing her methodic ascent, regardles of squirrel chaos, tap-tapping as she goes.

i must remember to wash the windows this year

lucas ...it says here

austin of england

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Saturday, July 24, 2010

good job no one was listening ...

"darling, if i were rich, i'd have cardboard cut-outs of you in every room ... holding trays of drinks and chocolates"

apropos de nuffinque ( part 1001 ) ( votre chaumes en feu )




















or should that be "votre toit" ?

Monday, July 19, 2010

Saturday, July 17, 2010

putney ambulance station, west hill, wandsworth ... at the crack of dawn

oh, and that's Saint Thomas a Becket Roman Catholic Church, designed by Edward Goldie (1856-1921), an impressive Victorian Gothic Grade II Listed Building situated on Wandsworth's West Hill, where it has been "stood standing" since 1895


Friday, July 16, 2010

the archaeology of fun ( part 99 ) ... i've been snoozing and had missed the whole lipdub phenomenon ... even in remote herreruela the people are living proof that there's no such thing as a sleepy village in 21st century spain


















WARNING: only allow yourself to click on this link if you sincerely believe in the potency of cheap music

i do !    i do !    i do !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rajHG-co4RQ

... later ... i'm just checking out the history of Lipdub on wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lipdub ... which soon leads me on ...

to discover hundreds or thousands more lipdubs on YouTube ...

here are a bunch of French students ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCthDQ49_cU

and  some Catalan students ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeGDRSWB46w&feature=PlayList&p=FFBA25B77DD79C05&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=47

i haven't found many british ones yet, but ...
http://vimeo.com/channels/lipdub#348372 ...
nope, she's american

and we'd better not try to stop the Germans now ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NY6tRFaQKt4

or the professionals ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I550asEfgz8

of course it all started years ago and i'm surely the very last person to catch on ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw5tLv9mpIw

etc etc

Sunday, July 11, 2010

hurrah

















watch this clip through to the slow-motion close up in about the twentieth second

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/world_cup_2010/8808889.stm

despite the english referee's laissez-faire attitude to extreme violence, the best team prevailed and justice has been served

good old tolstoy ... never wide of the mark

rory stewart mp





















I read Rory Stewart's account of his walk across Afghanistan a while back and went to look at his website this morning because he's  recently become the MP for Penrith and the Border.

He still writes from a uniquely individual viewpoint ...

... whether through statistics, or anecdotes, or narratives of the past, the real language to describe what I feel about Cumbria eludes me. Take my Sunday walk for example. I walked out of my front door and reached the top of Knipe Cragg at three in the afternoon. It was very hot. Three days earlier in London I had twenty-one appointments in a day, 35 people came to the constituency surgery, and the previous day I been at Glenridding to canoe with the Ullswater Community college, at Brampton cottage hospital fete and at Crosby Ravensworth where they were abseiling for the tower. But there was nothing in the diary for Sunday afternoon. So I continued on down to Little Strickland. Except for the retired Bishop of Newcastle exercising his neighbour’s dog, I saw no-one on the fells. Turning North, I stopped in Hackthorpe for supper in the Lowther Arms.

A regular told me that he was in the pub to give his wife two hours’ free to watch the soaps. I shared some chips with him; he seemed pleased that I would be walking back to Bampton after supper. He asked what I did and I told him: “No” he said “You’re not, you’re having me on. I follow politics, you’re not an MP” and, taking a final chip, retired to sing to himself in a corner. I walked back, past a great red bull, with a blood red sun falling behind Blencathra and saw beyond the telephone box at Knipe the white path stretching up to my cottage. Crossing my threshold again at ten minutes to midnight I could still see Cross Fell. It seemed hardly possible, on that longest day, that half a year had passed since I walked on the longest night, with all the East Fellside blazing in snow and moonlight, to Castle Carrock. How can I ever fit any of this into the language of a London office?


http://www.rorystewart.co.uk/


Monday, June 21, 2010

peddunts korner ... shrek3



































dreamworks artists certainly love their history ... not only is shrek standing in for the king, but when you look at the wall behind him, one of the court painters has already created a full-scale scene of his apotheosis in the french style ,,, but which painting have dreamworks used to create this brilliant pastiche ?

the wellcome collection is a great medical museum and gallery and never fails to stimulate


















http://www.wellcome.ac.uk/News/Media-office/Press-releases/2010/WTX058379.htm

Friday, June 18, 2010

quantify your luurve


















a spanish friend, whenever his wife asks how much he loves her, wisely replies ...

"more than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow"

but in the modern age, where moderation is our watchword and every transaction should be audited, this is clearly the kind of loose talk that will allow her to falsely claim the ownership of ideas that are markedly above her station

in the interests of regulated and consistent growth, i would suggest the following formulation  ...

"two per cent more than yesterday, but roughly ninety eight point zero four per cent as much as tomorrow"

plain speaking is the stuff of modern concord