your future

Plan59: 1956 Futurist illustrations by Fred McNabb. House of the Future

visibility

  

you can carry whatever you want in it
All round visibility


Fiat 128 Brochures and Magazine articles via things

revolutionary

So far you know it in such a way:
Kitchen work-with ways like a marathoner.
This belongs now to the past!
You don't need to walk to the stove the stove comes to you

Views of the Circular Kitchen

via J walk

halfway

Cities' characters accompany their advances as shadows attend the footsteps of man. An ordinary citizen knows but little of the poetry or the prose of his city's life. For example, there is the pleasure-loving watering-place, half-mermaid and half-siren, that lures man to lotus eating.
Then there is the city where industry is on the move like the flying shuttle of a weaving machine. That is the city of action. Within its walls are men with strong arms, brows damp with sweat, faces and hands grimed. Such a city is the embodiment of industrial manhood. Prahran is halfway between those two types of city.

The History of Prahran From its first settlement to a city. Compiled (1912) and revised (1924) by order of the Prahran Council. By John Butler Cooper

John Butler Cooper Online

100 bars

- and speaking of cricket...
Johnny Cash Ring of Fire

One Hundred Bars

A collective blog dedicated to short pieces of writing inspired by pop songs. Edited in Mexico City with contributors from all over the world.

The power of this song to make tough men sing has got me thinking of other examples. I did witness a whole pub of trivia-heads break into song once when The Proclaimers 500 miles was played. It's true. Everyone started singing. Not as much cred as Cash there I guess, but then what would I know. I've been singing If You Could Read My Mind plaintively since I heard it on morning radio today.

too much

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I arranged this sequence from a Google Image Search Too Much Cricket.
As you do. As you do when you see a link to a Live World Cricket Map. (via things)
The world cricket map is also available as a Google Hompage Module.

(Of course, this is not so timely now that the cricket calendar has finally eased. Now there's too much football... but that's another story)

morris qotd

The years 1976-82 were absolute heaven for Morris dancers in Australia *

maypole

singing as they dance

I was inspired by the photo at wood s lot to find some local maypole pics.
The European Spring/fertility ritual was quite popular in the Antipodean mid Autumn.

I like this photo where the Gum is framed.

oi

some found oz content from the past week around the traps:

Dame Edna Tribe at Scrapiteria

A knitted room from Tasmania
Imagine a room with 50s decor where everything's made from wool.
via I like

and Melbourne: great baking from Australia
I've been trying to think "just why is the bread so good in Victoria?" and that epicentre of a good crust, Melbourne.
via as above, kevan

lists and mowers

Oh good just what we all need..............zzzzzzzz.... another Top 50..........zzzzzzzzzzz....Best......Top 50.........Lists....of the Top 50 listzzzzzzzz......zzzzzzzz.......Top 50 Lawnmower experiences........zzzzzzzzz
Top 50 paint drying moments.................

A comment at: Culture Vulture Top 50 adaptations: what do you think?

Film of the book: top 50 adaptations revealed
via a media dragon



(Actually, a couple of months ago I found my way to a lawnmowing forum and think this would make the cut at a top 50 lawnmower experiences list)

...I broke the pull rope. :eek: It parted at the knot on the starter pulley. So I pulled the top off. Cleaned out a couple of centuries worth of dried grass, then lost a screw. Found the screw and had a long, hard worry about replacing said pull rope. Couldn't see how it would work so tied it on as I thought best and reassembled.
The flamin' pull rope won't retract. It'll spring back a little but only by one turn of the flywheel.

I managed to get the old girl started by leaving the top cover off and rewinding the rope by hand. Got her hot. Refitted the top cover, and started her, then mowed the lawn with the rope hanging loose (coz it won't retract). So, of course, I managed to get the rope under the mower whereupon it chopped a good foot off the rope and destroyed that nifty little plastic handle...

proto blog

I cannot remember anything outstanding at my twenty-first birthday party held at number seven.

From Some Bods Move On

Oddbooks I like via Pk and Plep

e ship

...where the absence of the sharing of a physical dimension for the friendship may be seen as invalidating its essential currency, rendering it somehow artificial, it can also be seen as providing the conditions for a peculiar purity & intensity of communication

Dick Jones: Hello Goodbye - on the nature of ‘e-friendship’ between bloggers.
 

a peek

A recent searcher arrived here with the question who is peacay . I don't know, but I did get to meet the RL pk recently to talk tags over a quiet glass of white (of a quality that caused the barman to apologise). After a third glass maybe I could have been as lyrical about blogging as this recent rave about BibliOdyssey - translated from the Korean:

Oh. Oh. Oh. Once see certainly. Image one or two thing to scratch and with pwass there will not be also anyone use sleep and well! it is same. I so the eye disease shoes like this one especially the place where it is not, the electricity ccwak flowed in the body ... Oh my the absurd waste, picks to the world and the up luxury transfers to the world... But that with the sheep of absurd work, it lives and it dies ... Possibly magnificently tragedy it is same the weight quality where the outdoors and laugh are distant it is not... That way the picture the example bedspread. That way the pictures. That way highly many pictures. It loads patterns. Long the images which forget an end before... Neither the what kind of matter that sees is same a stronger thing. It is reduced with the system end and it does not do to sleep, Oh chi pu it is to, that Oh chi pu it is a ramyon end, but truth the good bedspread. we Right we right we.

MD

Post MD

1500 ft above

animal commands

and speaking of conversational grunts - or on matters onomatopoeic, I may try some of these animal commands in languages other than English when walking Flo. I like the sound of Fot! for Walk behind me!, although it's not so different from the sound of my native dog-walking dialect.

via making light

grunts

after some talk on the merits of goats versus llamas as pack animals in the context of the T being skeptical about the value of goats on a trek
Sound component: breathy voice

Sound Component: creaky voice
discussing who is likely to be at the party

Conversational grunts in English

pop

- because Bang! was what all the 4 year old boys said at the local Fireworks the other night, calling the display like seasoned football commentators. Bang! and Pop!

The singer battled the cold valiantly in skimpy dress and stole
which fell over her head when she took her final bow to the hip crowd decked out in parkas and beanies.

bang!

Batman sound effect cards Las onomatopeyas o Batsigns
via Incoming signals

niche enough

I have found some regularly updated websites that cater to my niche interests, but fortunately for me my niches are still niche enough and focused on relatively "uncool" old things that I dont have much worry that they will die of overexposure...

A comment on Why the Schadenfreude Dailies are "ruining" culture via things


(I think my niches may be getting niche-ier. Maybe this blog with it. If you can't stand the heat, link to a cardigan or something)

indignity

As longtime readers might know
walking with Flo regularly involves indignity
I haven't dog-whispered sufficiently to subdue her herder madness
of e.g. suddenly lurching onto a ricketty fence where a cat sits
witnessed by its family who until this moment could have been an ad for Insurance or Ford such was the sedate suburban tableau where blue uniforms exclude the feral,
or a madness that makes strapping young concreters cower as we pass
all down to the the power of a bark

but I was quite taken aback yesterday walking home from the park
when a couple of strangers go:
- Your Dog is SO FAT!!! He's SO FAT!!! poor thing hahaha So FAT!!!
He's a beautiful dog though
- Yes-thank-you, I snarl.


So now I'm looking at her trying to see if she is as fat as they say...
I don't know.
Relative to a labrador, which is the old diehard standard, she is svelte.



(of course some readers might not agree)