masterchef 1941

- and in the spirit of masterchef forums, I was barracking for Jane. Sally seemed too smug and accomplished.


(- found via LT and another BFI film)
 

companions

via pk:


good companions 

and (this is not a dog)... via J walk: Circle the Cat  
 

herb

I'm late to the 188,837 views party, but I've been enjoying this nostalgic hit.

And this clip too:



 

fido flyday

Flying Dogs:A Gallery

via B3TA
 

verification

 

I've done this a lot lately.

Must be a confidence thing.

 

unsnare

My work:
to unsnare time's warp (and woof!), retrieving,
my haze-headed friend, you.

Mark Doty Golden Retrievals

at NPR These Books Have Gone to the Dogs
 

match your mood

via I Love Retro Things

 

200 words

I've taken up this meme as seen on Dick Jones Patteran Pages,
and via Dominic Rivron
"I'd hate to be held solely responsible for inspiring a meme but 200 words, let's say, written in the present tense about an old photo of oneself seems quite a good one to pass on."

I couldn't find many earlier photos of myself on hand, but as the concrete stork featured in this one I thought it was topical. Strangely, (I wonder if that's a twitter effect) it's exactly 200 words.




This was taken in November 1991. I am 29. (And I really am. I have not yet learned that old line)
Am I happy? I should be happy with what is in hand, not what is out of reach.
In my hand is a copy of a play I’ve written, about to be performed.
I’m wearing clothing loose enough to move.
The black Swatch with the roman numerals (that a boyfriend said was the nicest swatch watch he had ever seen) is still going.
A friend who would have laughed at that line is still alive
I like the cut of the black straw hat, but it does not sit well, alas, and will be replaced by the soft practicality of the non-descript.
In front of me is my black dog who will stay a few feet away from me for the next 13 years. He is two, in glossy good health.
The garden is tidy and it still rains in Victoria – we have not yet entered the drought that will burn grass, crack houses, kill trees.
The garden stork has presence, and promise.
The computer in my house has 640 kb of memory.
And blog is not a word.
 

txt

TXT ISLAND
Chris Gavin's experimental stop-motion film. Painstakingly hand-crafted using hundreds of plastic peg-board letters.


via I like
 

serendipity

and coincidentally, that light hearted flickr picture is part of the amazing Millie Motts as featured at PCL


with blog: visual serendipity
 

round midcentury

I spent a couple of pleasant hours wandering around Flickr sets through the american good housekeeping midcentury, as you do.

Among highlights:

Two teens studying

light hearted

A woman date unknown

also through Atomic Housewife* → Secret Recipes for the Modern Wife * → Woosh
 

management

Yesterday Ann o'Dyne sent me to Scott's Abode where there are great scans from the wonderful Newnes Home Management on display.

I have these treasured volumes in my collection, and they (and a couple of other examples of the genre) formed the basis of a play I wrote years ago.

Coincidentally, there was a scene involving a concrete garden stork...
 

ornamental

Yes (as mentioned in a comment*) I had half-thought of compiling a gallery of dogs in online real estate ads And this morning as I was idly browsing, I saw this fellow hiding in the corner of a view of the garden.

I'm very fond of this species, and was lucky enough to acquire one of my own about 20 years ago.