Sunday, December 22, 2013

despite every intention of getting up early, the loved one had to wake me, shake me from a complicated dream about being late ...

... much too complicated to explain such a dream here, multiple levels of visual metaphors, mistaken and transformed identities, metamorphoses, changing agendas not just hidden but well and almost truly buried, etc, etc ...

i rushed off to the flaming 14 bus at flipping quarter to seven instead of farting quarter to six ... and blinking well forgot the absolutely bloomin' necessary bleedin' tripod

so here are some sub-standard hand-held pics of fortnum and mason's windows, somewhat lacking in designer's wit or exuberance compared with previous years, i'm sorry to say












Saturday, December 21, 2013

life on the ( oh my god, just look at the dust ! ) shelf ...


censorship and habeus corpus re-visited perennially ( part 99 )

















http://www.newstatesman.com/2013/12/why-russell-brand-banned-gitmo

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2013/nov/15/clive-stafford-smith-my-family-values-law


the white sheep of the family ...


touch screen calligraphy

















on the bus, going home, a lady from the orient brushed her forefinger across the screen of her phone and a character of her native script appeared, in bright red on a white page, as if painted by a skilled calligrapher

she sent it, and it was replaced a few seconds later by the reply

it looked as if their way of communicating is a lot easier than typing

she might have been using this app ...

http://www.appszoom.com/android_applications/entertainment/shodoroid-japanese-calligraphy_csyjn.html

i got home and googled "ideograms and pictograms"

the surprise was that i knew next to nothing of heterograms and logograms, etc, etc

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterogram_(linguistics)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logogram

Saturday, December 14, 2013

A little less conversation ...















At Casa Yustas, a wonderful hat shop in Madrid's Plaza Mayor, the languorous young Spanish woman ...

... not unlike the young lolita sevilla ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpz5kbaeOLA


























... who couldn’t find a cap that was large enough for me ... ( “Mas grande ! Mas Alto !” I begged her in badly broken Spanish) ... was joined behind the counter by her boss … a young Chinaman !

He said, “I’m sorry I don’t speak very much English ! Can you speak Chinese ?”

Placing the tip of my middle finger between my eyebrows and tapping gently, I said, “No, but I can think Chinese !”

a spaniard sleeps beneath his portrait


whenever i hear the word kultur, then i reach for my gun ...






















http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-5ata4jDyk

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_of_Alabama

posthumous thanks to graham carey, who lent the record to my mother in ?1964?

lost in toledo ... again, as usual ... i found this huge print pasted on the wall of the archivo municipal de toledo near the plaza de san salvador ... and when i got home i went to the AFT website ...



















and discovered that they had made a little fillum ....

http://www.afotoledo.com/?start=9

Thursday, December 12, 2013

the spanish lady at the barajas airport check-in desk said "do you know your flight has been cancelled ?"

i pretended to be nonchalant instead of bilious

and then she said,

"another aircraft that should have departed an hour ago is still at the gate !"

all well and good ! however, landing at heathrow a little earlier than i had expected, there was nowhere for our plane to park

and eventually the two hundred and something passengers found ourselves in the bowels of the earth, waiting helplessly for a transit train that never arrived, even though the automatic announcer told us thirty times it would be along in just one minute,

so we walked what felt like a mile through an even deeper tunnel which has been started for such contingencies, but not completed ... it was effectively a mile-long building site with bare cement floors, machinery and equipment everywhere, and lifts at the far end that only worked intermittently

having already walked about ten miles around madrid in the morning, i was frazzled

and after two hours sleep, followed by yet another twelve hour working day, i still am !


domes ... in madrid and in the alcarria



















Saturday, November 23, 2013

3BT, 23rd November 2013

The River Thames at Putney Bridge is drenched in winter sunshine.  The crews of several rowing boats seem to move very slowly, whilst some just drift on the current, as if very badly hung-over.

Three big school girls are playing a game that seems to involve dancing manically with much tossing of heads and waving of arms, but without moving their feet … in the carriage of a moving train on the Piccadilly Line.

After a delightful second visit to the John Soane Museum, a lovely house full of marvellous objects and paintings, some gleaming in the low winter sun, I emerge in to their tiny shop, and morosely view it’s unlovable and unaffordable contents.  Just as I am about to leave, I am startled and uplifted by not just one, but two irresistible gifts that I feel compelled to purchase guiltily, there and then, for a very important someone. Only you and I know who !

i'll be on my way to madrid two weeks from today ... but what am i going to wear ?





































http://www.sombrerosgorras.es/gorras.htm

Sunday, November 17, 2013

stop press: my lovely old aunt mavis has died

















last of the bunch ...






















or maybe not quite the last ... jack forward ( centre front row ) last heard of in australia a while ago