Friday, 31 December 2010
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Monday, 27 December 2010
Sunday, 19 December 2010
Best Fight Scene Ever?
This was quoted to be the best fight scene ever on a youtube page... but does it compare to They Live! ?
Saturday, 18 December 2010
RIP Captain Beefheart
Don Van Vliet, better known as Captain Beefheart, has died. Van Vliet's work influenced virtually every strain of avant-garde rock that followed. He was 69.
http://pitchfork.com/news/41062-rip-captain-beefheart
Friday, 17 December 2010
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Sunday, 12 December 2010
poem of the day
DEVONSHIRE STREET
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen
Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet.
The sun still shines on this eighteenth-century scene
With Edwardian faience adornments - Devonshire Street.
No hope. And the X-ray photographs under his arm
Confirm the message. His wife stands timidly by.
The opposite brick-built house looks lofty and calm
Its chimneys steady against a mackerel sky.
No hope. And the iron knob of this palisade
So cold to the touch, is luckier now than he
'Oh merciless, hurrying Londoners! Why was I made
For the long and the painful deathbed coming to me?'
She puts her fingers in his as, loving and silly,
At long-past Kensington dances she used to do
'It's cheaper to take the tube to Piccadilly
And then we can catch a nineteen or a twenty-two.'
John Betjeman
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen
Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet.
The sun still shines on this eighteenth-century scene
With Edwardian faience adornments - Devonshire Street.
No hope. And the X-ray photographs under his arm
Confirm the message. His wife stands timidly by.
The opposite brick-built house looks lofty and calm
Its chimneys steady against a mackerel sky.
No hope. And the iron knob of this palisade
So cold to the touch, is luckier now than he
'Oh merciless, hurrying Londoners! Why was I made
For the long and the painful deathbed coming to me?'
She puts her fingers in his as, loving and silly,
At long-past Kensington dances she used to do
'It's cheaper to take the tube to Piccadilly
And then we can catch a nineteen or a twenty-two.'
John Betjeman
Saturday, 11 December 2010
Thursday, 2 December 2010
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Friday, 12 November 2010
Sunday, 7 November 2010
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
iceland
Inspired by Iceland Video from Inspired By Iceland on Vimeo.
(thanks ollie) post no. 201 well done blog relay time x
Friday, 29 October 2010
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Monday, 25 October 2010
GROOOOOOOOM ME! (a book of dogs by Tim Flach)
No, this isn't a lion with a zebra tattoo. It's a standard poodle that's been groomed creatively. 'Creative grooming' is worth Googling if you have a spare moment. Some of the images of such extreme grooming have to be seen to be believed
Saturday, 23 October 2010
Word of the Day - Anatidaephobia
Anatidaephobia: The Fear of Being Watched by a... Duck!
"Anitidae" meaning duck; and "phobia" meaning fear - Anatidaephobia is the uncontrollable fear of being watched by a duck. While this sounds like a joke, it's a genuine fear that some people actually have.
Friday, 22 October 2010
The Very Very Best o..Wednesday, 20 October 2010
WORD OF THE DAY
Nesh
Nesh is an English dialect adjective meaning unusually susceptible to cold weather and there is no synonym for this use. Usage has been recorded in Cheshire, Staffordshire, the East Midlands, Lancashire, South Yorkshire, Derbyshire and Shropshire.
A frequently quoted use of nesh is in D. H. Lawrence's Sons and Lovers. Written in 1913, we have this exchange:
- "F-ff-f!" he went, pretending to shudder with cold.
- "Goodness, man, don't be such a kid!" said Mrs. Morel. "It's NOT cold."
- "Thee strip thysen stark nak'd to wesh thy flesh i' that scullery," said the miner, as he rubbed his hair; "nowt b'r a ice-'ouse!"
- "And I shouldn't make that fuss," replied his wife.
- "No, tha'd drop down stiff, as dead as a door-knob, wi' thy nesh sides."
Friday, 15 October 2010
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Tuesday, 12 October 2010
EUPHORIE
EUPHORIE / P.Burst / 02.10 from 1024 on Vimeo.
EUPHORIE, a live performance.
2010 / La Loge / PARIS
Excerpt #1 / P.Burst
Performed by François Wunschel and Fernando Favier.
Produced by 1024 Architecture / EXYZT and ARCADI
More info on the official site www.1024architecture.net
or on our blog www.1024d.wordpress.com
Sunday, 10 October 2010
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Sunday, 3 October 2010
Saturday, 2 October 2010
Monday, 27 September 2010
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Lyrics of the day
When the leaves have fallen from the last live tree
Will you still be calling with a song for me
When the rocks are empty of the gold we seek
Will you give me reason reason to move my feet
When the disillusioned are cleaned off the streets
Will you clean my shirt and hide me from police
When I no longer follow another mans beliefs
Will you walk with me when I'm on my own two feet
When we've finally poisoned every last threatening beast
Will you make my heart pound and shake up my beliefs
When each lock is picked and posession means to lose
Will we sleep sound while the rich shake in their shoes
Until they learn to sing the blues
When the dogs are called off on their search for truth
Will you sit with me while they howl what's the use
When the ocean swallows up the priests on higher ground
Will you swim with me my love deep into the sound
Will you still be calling with a song for me
When the rocks are empty of the gold we seek
Will you give me reason reason to move my feet
When the disillusioned are cleaned off the streets
Will you clean my shirt and hide me from police
When I no longer follow another mans beliefs
Will you walk with me when I'm on my own two feet
When we've finally poisoned every last threatening beast
Will you make my heart pound and shake up my beliefs
When each lock is picked and posession means to lose
Will we sleep sound while the rich shake in their shoes
Until they learn to sing the blues
When the dogs are called off on their search for truth
Will you sit with me while they howl what's the use
When the ocean swallows up the priests on higher ground
Will you swim with me my love deep into the sound
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Friday, 17 September 2010
Poem of the Day
Not Waving But Drowning
Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Friday, 10 September 2010
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
Monday, 6 September 2010
Sunday, 5 September 2010
Saturday, 4 September 2010
Friday, 3 September 2010
Thursday, 2 September 2010
Poem of the Day
This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
--Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
--Philip Larkin
Monday, 30 August 2010
poem of the day
The Unknown Citizen (W. H. Auden)
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a
saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his
generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their
education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a
saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his
generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their
education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Post Modern Beans On Toast
The New Hit of Post Festival Morning Blues: Post Modern Beans on Toast!
Luxurious whole grain bread, coated in a sumptuous layer of crushed avocado and topped with chilli kidney beans and mature cheddar cheese. Seasoned to perfection.
The only way to blow the morning blues away.
*Available at all good kitchens worldwide*
Luxurious whole grain bread, coated in a sumptuous layer of crushed avocado and topped with chilli kidney beans and mature cheddar cheese. Seasoned to perfection.
The only way to blow the morning blues away.
*Available at all good kitchens worldwide*
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Friday, 27 August 2010
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Monday, 16 August 2010
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Friday, 13 August 2010
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
'V.I.P., that means the numbers not listed'
Absolutely smashing pimp rap, misogynistic and wrong but strangely beautiful..
no.no.no.no.
click this but be prepared.
At first i thought it was funny, then i could feel myself getting sadder and sadder after seeing the look of fear and pain in the eyes of the animals, particularly the cats.
At first i thought it was funny, then i could feel myself getting sadder and sadder after seeing the look of fear and pain in the eyes of the animals, particularly the cats.
Monday, 9 August 2010
Friday, 6 August 2010
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Funny Funny Funny
http://foodnetworkhumor.com/2009/06/the-worst-restaurant-names-in-the-world-35-pics/
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
Monday, 2 August 2010
Sunday, 1 August 2010
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Friday, 30 July 2010
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Thursday, 29 July 2010
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Monday, 26 July 2010
word of the day
symbiosis
biology - the living together of two dissimilar organisms, as in mutualism, commensalism, amensalism, or parasitism
psychiatry - a relationship between two people in which each person is dependent upon and receives reinforcement, whether beneficial or detrimental, from the other
biology - the living together of two dissimilar organisms, as in mutualism, commensalism, amensalism, or parasitism
psychiatry - a relationship between two people in which each person is dependent upon and receives reinforcement, whether beneficial or detrimental, from the other
Saturday, 24 July 2010
Friday, 23 July 2010
Thursday, 22 July 2010
word of the day
philtrum
-noun
Anatomy the vertical groove on the surface of the upper lip, below the septum of the nose.
-noun
Anatomy the vertical groove on the surface of the upper lip, below the septum of the nose.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Monday, 19 July 2010
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
DALE!
This video below contains some explicit cartoon scenes, flashing lights and is FOR OVER 18's ONLY.
Directed by Eric Wareheim (Tim & Eric) in association with Warp Records and Warp Films. Music by Flying Lotus. Co Directed/ Animation by Devin Flynn. Co Directed/ Edited by Eric Fensler. More info at dancefloordale.com
Directed by Eric Wareheim (Tim & Eric) in association with Warp Records and Warp Films. Music by Flying Lotus. Co Directed/ Animation by Devin Flynn. Co Directed/ Edited by Eric Fensler. More info at dancefloordale.com
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Harvey Pekar October 8, 1939 – July 12, 2010
]The Cleveland Plain Dealer reports that the pioneering comic book memoirist and jazz critic Harvey Pekar died this morning. No cause of death has been announced yet. Pekar was 70.
Pekar is best known for American Splendor, the long-running underground comic book series in which he chronicled his life as a curmudgeonly Cleveland file clerk, with help from artists like Robert Crumb. In 1987, American Splendor won the American Book Award. In 2003, the series was adapted into an acclaimed film, with Paul Giamatti playing Pekar and the real Pekar periodically appearing. Pekar also often appeared on "Late Night With David Letterman".
Pekar was also an accomplished jazz critic, writing for such outlets as JazzTimes and The Austin Chronicle. Last year, Pekar wrote the libretto for a jazz opera called "Leave Me Alone", in which he also played himself and delivered the opening monologue.
RIP
July 12, 2010
Word of the Day
unfurl [ʌnˈfɜːl]
vb
to unroll, unfold, or spread out or be unrolled, unfolded, or spread out from a furled state
Monday, 12 July 2010
word of the day
ODIUM
–noun
1. intense hatred or dislike, esp. toward a person or thing regarded as contemptible, despicable, or repugnant.
2. the reproach, discredit, or opprobrium attaching to something hated or repugnant: He had to bear the odium of neglecting his family.
3. the state or quality of being hated.
-synonyms
detestation, abhorrence, antipathy, obloquy.
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