happy cranes

a masterpiece of "visual logic" from old japan

as they say in glasgow ... she's away with the fairies

and after you've hoovered ...

proust ... two down ... ten to go ... no, five, depending which way you look at it

peter porter writes about lawrence durrell in this week's tls

lime without the coconut, ( you're such a silly wo-oman )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tbgv8PkO9eo

daniel jung's slide show ... preparing the basura sagrada before this year's burning man

i have wasted hours, days, even weeks, trawling the internet for pictures from the burning man festival and have found hundreds of great ones ... this link is for anyone who likes messing around with wood ... and stuff ... not that these artists are messing around, of course

http://flickr.com/photos/danieljung/sets/72157605654829884/show/

take notice ... in dennington church in suffolk

a little miracle ... i think the letters must have been painted originally but the paint has gone now and somehow the shapes of the letters have been raised above the surface of the wood

... on second thoughts, the un-oiled wood around the letters has shrunk ... 'twould be nice if something might be done to conserve this ephemera

the bardolph tomb at dennington church in suffolk

dennington church in suffolk ... the sciapod, a desert creature from the medieval bestiary with enormous feet with which it shaded itself from the sun

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

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

whacking a sprocket in to place at the end of a drive shaft for woodbridge tide-mill

correction: woodbridge not woodford ... thanks joe

fancy another cuppa ?

'twould have been difficult to fit fifty nine candles on this one

a rainy day in suffolk

please don't drop too many crumbs ... it only encourages them

wewuzzaway!

tls

the subscription for the times literary supplement is no longer affordable

i shall miss finding this logo on the doormat

the artist is peter brookes ... a studious and affectionate pastiche of thomas bewick

semi-enigmatic dreams

In the last week I’ve had a number of dreams that involved anger and confrontation.

This naturally follows a real-life verbal confrontation which took place at work and created some difficulties, but has since been resolved to everyone’s satisfaction.

In last night’s dream I was irritated by the inability of a young neighbour to control his pet, the size of a large dog, which kept chasing and annoying everyone. The surreal part of the dream was that the pet was a long-haired, pale lilac coloured, tarantula.

I now realize that my dream has a simple two-part explanation.

On most days, a young neighbour exercises three pit-bulls on the green outside our window without the slightest possibility of being able to restrain them if the need should arise; and there was a photograph in the news this week, taken from a BBC wildlife film, of an enormous and hairy bird-eating spider sitting comfortably on the palm of a man’s hand.

But where, oh where, did my spider’s long lilac coloured hair come from ?

Ah ! Maybe it was a snatch of thirty year-old sports footage I’d seen on a friend’s TV one day, showing the balletic wrestler, Adrian Street, in combat on an afternoon when his golden hair had been coloured purple to match his frilly and sequinned purple velvet dressing gown.

It has to be said that the egomaniac Adrian was a brilliant wrestler, so brave and quick that comparisons with pit-bulls and tarantulas seem entirely appropriate.

Now that the Olympics has gone professional, they might as well introduce Saturday Afternoon Wrestling as a medal sport, in line with dressage and synchronized swimming.

http://www.bizarebazzar.com/pedigree.htm

kermudjens' kwiz ... who was this incorrigibly facetious ne'er do well ?