Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves | Cher | ca. 1971
And I quote:
“Just about to get out of here,” he wrote. “People wait for my computer like they are waiting to jump in my bloody grave!”
Promised Land | Chuck Berry
Swing low, chariot — Come down easy –
Taxi to the terminal zone
Mumbai Attacks | Citizen Journalism
From his terrace on Colaba Causeway in south Mumbai, Arun Shanbhag saw the Taj Mahal Palace & Tower Hotel burn. He saw ambulances leave the Nariman House. And he recorded every move on the Internet.
Mr. Shanbhag, who lives in Boston but happened to be in Mumbai when the attacks began on Wednesday, described the gunfire on his Twitter feed — the “thud, thud, thud” of shotguns and the short bursts of automatic weapons — and uploaded photos to his personal blog.
Mr. Shanbhag, an assistant professor at Harvard Medical School, said he had not heard the term citizen journalism until Thursday, but now he knows that is exactly what he was doing. “I felt I had a responsibility to share my view with the outside world,” Mr. Shanbhag said in an e-mail message on Saturday morning.
Read the NYT article.
Thanks to Maarja and her post to the Archives and Archivists List.
Memento mori
The disposition of effects can give rise to all manner of dilemmas.
We received a hundred-year-old tombstone along with a collection of documents. While we do want the documents, we are not interested in the tombstone — there is no information about its background (we were told that someone found it while gardening, and we do not know the date or the address where it was found), and the name does not show up in city directories for the relevant dates, so we have no knowledge of the person. It does not fit with our collecting policy and is also very heavy — in short, we don’t want it. The question is: how does one go about properly deaccessioning a tombstone? Does anyone have any suggestions for what type of facility might be interested in a tombstone with just a name, a date, and a general location for its unearthing? If no one wants it, what is the right way to divest oneself of an unwanted tombstone?
(Posted to the Archives and Archivists List.)
For Andrew
“I always thought I’d like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I’d like it to say FIGMENT.”
Attributed to Andy Warhol.
Out of context
Lucy to Sheila. Friday night.
“Let’s not look like Stevie Nicks, ok? Like, ever.”
Be it hereby resolved.
Are you ready for STAR TIME?
“JAMES BROWN is a concept, a vibration, a dance,” he told us recently. “It’s not me, the man. JAMES BROWN is a freedom I created for humanity.”
JB quoted by Cliff White & Harry Weinger. From the booklet accompanying the James Brown STAR TIME compilation (1991).
My sources inform me that . . .
Bryan Ferry’s son is reportedly the jealous guy now that love’s the drug for his Roxy Music frontman father — who’s now dating his ex.Ferry, 63, has been spotted out and about in London with Amanda Sheppard, 27, who dated his son Isaac, 23, five years ago.
But Isaac is reported to have been unaware of the relationship, while her pals are said to have dubbed Ferry senior ‘The Pensioner’.
Looking out my back door
Galena Territory. Jo Daviess County, Illinois. USA.
Lena’s first response was to nibble greedily little blades of grass still poking through the snow out back.
Her second response was to dash inside and up the stairs to the front door in hopes of finding a different weather system out front.
No luck.
No More Drowned Chickens (Chickens Have a Way)
Chickens have a way of leaving their drinking pens and “fountains,” and seeking the more abundant and fresher water of the horse trough. It is all very well so long as the trough is overflowing, but when the water is low, they lose their balance, fall in and drown. Figure 32 [Floating Board in Horse Trough] shows a board which floats at one end in the water, and rests at the other upon the end of the trough, being held in place by a twenty-penny nail driven through it. The board, being two inches narrower than the trough, floats freely, and there are no more drowned chickens, for, if they fall in, they can get out again unassisted.
Half-and-Half Tower
I love this image from Mary Jeys.
Fun Fact to Know and Tell
I am ever so slightly double-jointed.
Now I’ve gone and scared y’all, haven’t I?
Be like Squiggy, she said.
Bite just a little when you feel the need.
But the rest of the time: Dance.
Tip-Top-Tap
My sick Keith Relf thing
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Renner started it.
For Michael Grant Smith (and all of y’all)
The Who | “Substitute” | 1966
The Who | I Can’t Explain (1965)
Max Beerbohm on Hosts and Guests
I am one of the guests. You are, however, so shocked that you will read no more of me? Bravo! Your refusal indicates that you have not a guestish soul. Here am I trying to entertain you, and you will not be entertained. You stand shouting that it is more blessed to give than to receive. Very well. For my part, I would rather read than write, any day. You shall write this essay for me. Be it never so humble, I shall give it my best attention and manage to say something nice about it. I am sorry to see you calming suddenly down. Nothing but a sense of duty to myself, and to guests in general, makes me resume my pen. I believe guests to be as numerous, really, as hosts. It may be that even you, if you examine yourself dispassionately, will find that you are one of them. In which case, you may yet thank me for some comfort. I think there are good qualities to be found in guests, and some bad ones in even the best hosts.
From “Hosts and Guests” (1918) by Max Beerbohm. Collected in And Even Now (1920). [I've lifted this passage from the Gutenberg Project version of the essay, as transcribed from the February 1921 printing of the edition.]
Children under the age of 16 must be accompanied by a parent or “guardian” (i.e., supervised by an adult).
The MPAA rating system had been in place for at least a year when Fellini Satyricon opened in Dallas, Texas, where theater managers were mighty keen on enforcement of the system’s strictures. No seventeen-year-old boy and his fifteen-year-old girlfriend were going to slip unchaperoned into the Inwood Theater to see Fellini Satyricon, no sir.
So he and I and his mom went to the movies together.
$1000 Wedding | Gram Parsons | Demo (Solo Piano)
In today’s dollars, as translated via the CPI, a thousand-dollar wedding 1973-style would cost about $4,664.61.
Cindylove
I love you, man.
Uttered (to Cindy) in the manner of one dude to another dude, circa 1971.
Videogames are disappearing.
Richard Lemarchand from gamecity on Vimeo.
No, really. They are.
Manifestations of Frances
Frances is not so much an entity as she is an event.
