Jacques Brel:
Astonishingly racist Kia Ora advert --- just for me and my dog:
Friday, May 30, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Friday Music: Yeasayer does the Byrne style crazy dance
Talking Headsalikes Yeasayer with their song 2080:
Friday, May 02, 2008
Music!
Enchanted by the wonder that is emusic, I am on a bit of a music bender. We'll be at the Bad Bonn at the end of this month to see Cat Power, and then in July we will see both the Magnetic Fields and Bellowhead. I'm jealous of our friends in the US, though, because lots of my new discoveries float around the eastern seaboard without so much as a thought for mainland Europe.
The album you shoudl definitely listen to, NOW, is "For Emma, Forever Ago" By Bon Iver. Fortunately, you can do that online here.
Otherwise, here's St Vincent
and Black Moth Super Rainbow
The album you shoudl definitely listen to, NOW, is "For Emma, Forever Ago" By Bon Iver. Fortunately, you can do that online here.
Otherwise, here's St Vincent
and Black Moth Super Rainbow
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
I've got a film to show you...
My vain, youtube-based attempt to reignite our local blogosphere...with liquid oxygen!
Monday, September 24, 2007
There and back again.
So, we went to New York, and in so doing saw almost everyone who reads this blog. Including Tom's parents, to whom I say hi. Tom's grandma, who liked my shoes, probably has better things to do than read blogs, but in case someone can pass the message on, hi to her too.
As every good tourist in New York does, I spent most of my time in museums. Having said my piece to most of you about the MoMA (I loved Richard Serra, mostly, but alos the exhibition on the nature of painting), and the Guggenheim (where the permanent collection plays Uncle Monty to the temporary exhibition's Withnail), I then went on to the Met and the Natural History Museum. To the chagrin of Mrs O., the Met also has a stunning collection of modern art. But also lots of big old things. The American Museum of Natural History was the surprise hit for me, though. To understand how deep dinosaurs are engrained into my psyche, you need to hear the anecdote about my nine year old self giving an impromptu guided tour of the Natural History museum in London, picking up strangers on the way. This was a phase I thought had passed.
I was wrong. What I needed, though, was an adult museum for the child paleontologist in me. The top floor is a giant cladogram: a chart detailing evolutionary paths. Here's me standing in front of a small section of it:
Basically, if you have any level of (non-professional) interest in prehistoric life, you can indulge it here. Each taxonomic group has its own computer terminal where you can explore the development of each distinguishing feature. Sorry if I've gone on about it, but it made me wonder if I shouldn't have gone with that nine-year-old's gut feeling.
I also saw a model of Dunkleosteous:
On the way home we were upgraded to premium economy (which means that each time you ask for one drink, you get two, and that you get reasonable leg room), the moral of the story being, never underestimate the navy blazer.
When we got home, our luggage didn't; alway put your keys in the hand luggage, people.
Now I'm home, I hope to get Project Sakrileg off the ground; any badgering will be much appreciated. As a token of thanks to anyone having read so far along, here is a video I found linked from Graham Linehan's Blog:
As every good tourist in New York does, I spent most of my time in museums. Having said my piece to most of you about the MoMA (I loved Richard Serra, mostly, but alos the exhibition on the nature of painting), and the Guggenheim (where the permanent collection plays Uncle Monty to the temporary exhibition's Withnail), I then went on to the Met and the Natural History Museum. To the chagrin of Mrs O., the Met also has a stunning collection of modern art. But also lots of big old things. The American Museum of Natural History was the surprise hit for me, though. To understand how deep dinosaurs are engrained into my psyche, you need to hear the anecdote about my nine year old self giving an impromptu guided tour of the Natural History museum in London, picking up strangers on the way. This was a phase I thought had passed.
I was wrong. What I needed, though, was an adult museum for the child paleontologist in me. The top floor is a giant cladogram: a chart detailing evolutionary paths. Here's me standing in front of a small section of it:
Basically, if you have any level of (non-professional) interest in prehistoric life, you can indulge it here. Each taxonomic group has its own computer terminal where you can explore the development of each distinguishing feature. Sorry if I've gone on about it, but it made me wonder if I shouldn't have gone with that nine-year-old's gut feeling.
I also saw a model of Dunkleosteous:
On the way home we were upgraded to premium economy (which means that each time you ask for one drink, you get two, and that you get reasonable leg room), the moral of the story being, never underestimate the navy blazer.
When we got home, our luggage didn't; alway put your keys in the hand luggage, people.
Now I'm home, I hope to get Project Sakrileg off the ground; any badgering will be much appreciated. As a token of thanks to anyone having read so far along, here is a video I found linked from Graham Linehan's Blog:
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