thanks tails

Thanks Tails are tails for cars. An organ which express appreciation

After seeing the video I agree with Collision Detection that this robotic proboscis is not entriely convincing as a dog tail. This is despite the presence of a black lab in the video. And anyway - as a sign there are problems with a wagging tail, given the ambiguity.

That wonderful tail can say; "I am interested in that, I am challenging that, I will dominate that, I feel very confident right now, I am relaxing now, I am scared right now and feel threatened, I am confused right now and don't know what you want me to do, or, I will protect you now and I will be aggressive...source

I remember Doug wagging his saying I will dominate that as he encountered another male dog in the park -a preliminary to dog rage. Perhaps the car could have a set of hackles to switch into unequivocal aggro mode.

And Bronte is a dog that has the submissive tail wag that in traffic wouldn't be saying 'thanks' as much as 'help'.
I want to enter this pack so please don't hurt me. I am willing to be submissive to the Alpha tanks.

I enjoyed sequencing with this Sequencer (via Sarcasmo) where the sounds have a Tati-esque quality (eg #13)

So I went looking for some Tati and found some here

at El Poder de la Palabra which is quite amazing:
The Power of the Word ... fragments of 2146 literary texts, as well as the biography and images of its authors....with works of art, images of architecture and classic and cinematographic music

The cinema composers and top classic music samples will keep me going for a while.

I used Google translator to read some of the literary texts by countries including Australia - and our famous expat novelist - Peter Sea Turtle

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bing's intensity

We feel we've captured Bing's intensity and inspirational spirit in our tribute to this American Icon.


via monty python dolls via life in the present

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Comments: bing's intensity

Think the sculptor must be related to some of those court artists. I gazed upon the model and thunk, "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas ... starring Fred Astaire."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 29, 2004 01:12 PM

... but my optics deceive me! I do believe it's Stan Laurel.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 29, 2004 01:17 PM

"Yes officer, I'm sure. It's definitely suspect 3. Gene Kelly. The one that married that princess from the Monaco Bar."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 29, 2004 01:23 PM

"Loved and remembered (enough to render?) by millions"

btw I have oft noted the decline of the art of Court Sketching, with the odd exception. Perhaps this is a conservative viewpoint, but is there a trend away from photo-fit Realism to pastelly Expressionism?
Posted by boynton at November 29, 2004 01:35 PM

Everyone wants to be the next Jackson Pollock.

The oddest thing to see is the courtroom sketch that appears on the teev news - pixelated! Disheartening for the talented courtroom artist* that their magnum opus should be seen so accurate as to require pixieskasing.

My hope is that if one day my Cayman Island Offshore Online Interactive Thimble and Pea Two-Up Facility turns turtle, I will be in a line-up with one of those all thumbs, finger painting court artists charged with the task of pointing the finger.

'Tis a strange and seemingly anachronistic trade.

*Oxymaroon (or possibly Prussian blue) alert.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 29, 2004 02:38 PM

http://www.nga.gov.au/International/Catalogue/Detail.cfm?IRN=45694&ViewID=2&GalID=ALL
Is this a fair likeness of the GG?

(would run it through the pixelate filter - but I guess you get the picture)
Posted by boynton at November 29, 2004 07:37 PM

Yes, when it comes to "intensity" I always think of the Bing - that white hot avater of burnin' soul.

And what's with this "Synchro-Motion technology" bit. I thought it already came with the original.
Posted by Nabakov at November 29, 2004 09:19 PM

saturday pic

It does seem particularly quiet out there today. Empty park apart from drafted junior cricketers, empty streets with residents underslept in the overnight heat.
And elsewhere in the blogosphere, turkeys and snow.
So it does seem timely to just post a pic from the NLA Collection and let it sit out the silence.


update 9:30 pm... Knew I should have run wth the roos

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Comments: saturday pic

"Commodore Buddy was already impressed with Betty's batting average, but when she reached up and produced a glass eye, Buddy's admiration turned to awe."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 27, 2004 09:31 PM

P.S. The comment would have appeared much earlier, but for constant messages about mysql appearing instead of mycomment.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 27, 2004 09:35 PM

Yes, the mysql server totally melted down. My hair has gone a paler shade of grey.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at November 27, 2004 11:29 PM

A leg glance down to deep mid-dinghy for four, and suddenly this match was alive.

(I was going to put in the second pic earlier - thought it might add a 'consequence' ;)
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2004 11:30 PM

In the process, Sedge's 3rd comment on the running of the roos has walked...
(There was nothing editorial going on there Sedge!)
btw- "a slow saturday"- was this a classic Mozz?
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2004 11:32 PM

Tim Lane would be proud, Miss B.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at November 28, 2004 12:08 AM

Calls for the third comment.

"Yes Ritchie, it's out. Don't think he made it through for the 3rd, so Sedgwick's on his way back to the pavilion for just 2."

"Yes Tim, it's a pity he didn't walk."

"Yes Ritchie, instead he chose to run with the warts and all story of Cromwell's adventures in Papiloma where old Ollie learnt you can’t run with the hares and hunt with the hounds at the same time unless you're wearing a Lord's Protector. I really don't think it was ever on."

"Well observed Tim, now back to the game. Gillespie makes his way to the pitch, which neatly get's us back to jack tar Buddy and the amazing uni-ocular Betty on the deck of ..."

"Goodness Ritchie, it appears that one of the spectators has collapsed in the stands."

"Well spotted Tim, but I don't think it's anything too serious. In fact I believe I know the chap concerned, and sadly I've seen it all before. It's that Tony Taylor. Happens to him all the time. He gets out there in Bay 13. Hot afternoon. Has one pun too many and, well, the result's there for everyone to see. I really have to say that I don't think it's good for the game."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 28, 2004 07:04 AM

"Punstroke.

That man should be capped.

You'd have to say, though, that otherwise the crowd has been remarkably well-behaved given the slow conditions. I thought we might have seen the odd outbreak of innuendo, but luckily there has been no maidens in slips with fine legs and the like, no googlies as far as I know and no no balls.

I don't know what the story is with Deniliquin though"
Posted by boynton at November 28, 2004 10:17 AM

Suspect it's the mid off season for silly points.

"Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the Denili quin."
Posted by Sedgwick at November 28, 2004 11:26 AM

Except maybe the MOama Quaddie.

Wonder how Buddy would bet.
Posted by boynton at November 28, 2004 12:14 PM

Buddy would have had a go at the multiplicity of multiple bets available at the TAB.*

*The prodigal Australian son of the National Bank of Nigeria, formerly known as "The Lucky Shop" (©Cash Converters).

The Duet, Quinella (Sub-species: single, box and roving banker.), Exacta (Sub-species: single, box, standout and roving banker., Trifecta (Sub-species: ditto.) Mystery 6, Running Double, Daily Double, Quaddie and Parlay.

Fair chance Buddy would have cleaned up big time ... providing his Bet had her eye in.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 28, 2004 01:59 PM

I always liked the sound of Exacta, although it makes a flutter very serious all of a sudden.

To gamble absoloutely sounds like gamboling
with intent.

And where did they end up gamboling?

Posted by boynton at November 28, 2004 08:31 PM

What IS it about Deniliquin and roos? I went there. Once. Easter 1975. Stayed on a farm with my family. Our host, the farmer arrived at dusk. "Ready to chase some roos?" he yelled. We all piled into his station wagon and took off across the scrub. Within hours we saw our first roo. Then many more. The 'sport' was literally to drive along side them. His party trick was to pat them, as they bounced while keeping one hand on the wheel. It was...memorable...and nothing much had changed in those intervening years since the photo but I don't remember the grass being as long...
Posted by Nora at November 29, 2004 06:52 PM

beerbohm

Coventry Patmore preaches very vehemently to the Rossettis that a tea-pot is not worshipful for its form and colour but as a sublime symbol of domesticity

From an on-line version of Rossetti and His Circle by Max Beerbohm

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I dont think Mrs Rossetti is very impressed, by the look of her. And rightly so. If a man's home is his castle, a woman's teapot is her...?

Does she give Mr Patmore a poke in the eye? He looks a right bastard. I would.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at November 28, 2004 01:51 PM

Hmmm... Caravan? ;)

http://www.teapottery.co.uk/Mid-Size_Teapots_4/Caravan_42.htm

(a recycled link)

No, I don't think she buys it. Spouting again?

But from what I read in a book (bought on Friday)
it seems the domestici-tea was rather strained.


Posted by boynton at November 28, 2004 08:23 PM

Whenever I play 'what teapot is that' I'll be sure to drop you a line.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at November 28, 2004 11:46 PM

allotments

worm eating vegetables while man sleeps in the sun

...we shall feel like taking a snooze in the deck chair or lying down under a tree, instead of getting on with those gardening jobs that must be done


The temperature is climbing into the thirties and it's buy nothing day.
If I was to nick down to the op-shop I might look for and then, if I was lucky, not buy some old ephemera like these marvellous Allotment & Garden Guides
A series leaflets published by the U.K. Ministry of Agriculture in 1945 on view at earthly pursuits

I've had a wonderful wander through the Jerusalem Artichokes, Potatoes, and assorted lines like these:

The teeth of an iron rake should be riveted firmly or they will soon fall out.

Blight spores don't work down the stems to the tubers, as some people think

The Ministry does not rule out flowers altogether

But this site was merely one of the bumper crop of links up at Ramage's Cabbage special. I could pinch them all.

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Hey, you pinch my cabbages and I'll get Mr McGregor after you:

"MR. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages,but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, "Stop thief!""

(Just kidding)
Posted by dave at November 27, 2004 07:09 AM

"He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes"

I think Peter could lose a shoe or two among the cabbages of Mr. Anderson.
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2004 09:55 AM

trivia blog

and a Trivia blog Three Bits o Trivia (21 Facts Per Week) (via grow a brain)

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Swine.

Just thought I'd say that. It's a funny word, you know.
Posted by Tony.T at November 26, 2004 01:41 PM

sow is hog ;)
Posted by boynton at November 26, 2004 01:45 PM

Oink that the truth.
Posted by Tony.T at November 26, 2004 02:29 PM

I cannot tell a porker...


"As Homer Simpson could tell you, pork rinds are just deep-fried chunks of pig skin"

http://lexicon.typepad.com/triviums/2004/11/unbeaten_streak.html
Posted by boynton at November 26, 2004 05:32 PM

Yes, but, I already chew that.
Posted by Tony.T at November 26, 2004 07:33 PM

Well I Never chew that.
I prefer Gilt-free cuisine.

(Warning: Pun Reserves are dangerously nearing the Ham and Boar stage)
Posted by boynton at November 26, 2004 08:13 PM

Typical. Those Pun Reserves always sty too long.
Posted by Tony.T at November 27, 2004 06:38 PM

mona

John Milton used 8,000 different words in his poem, "Paradise Lost."

That's the long and the short of Trivia for you. One of the many facts that might be useful in esoteric conversations at Corsinet Trivia Collections (via J walk)

So now I know The Mona Lisa, by daVinci, is 2'6" by 1'9".


But did you know Mona sings! (via grow a brain)

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Yes, but there's three words that that young Johnny Milton, (a sexy monomanical charismatic preacher who's picture, painted at the time and now hanging in the UK National Portrait Gallery, makes him look just like the lead singer in a great brit band - Jarvis Cocker meets Ian Curtis meets Morrissey- but better looking than all of them, albeit in a dark foxy way) didn't use... "to be continued".
Posted by Nabakov at November 25, 2004 08:10 PM

Quite. And not forgetting:
"If Lost Please Return"

and possibly
"Late return will incur a fine"
Posted by boynton at November 25, 2004 11:54 PM

swimsuits

The National Geographic Swimsuit Collection - the splashiest collection of swimsuit photograpghs ever published
A sample gallery (via Plep)

And by the way - this is a highlight of the NLA Swimsuit Collection

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Comments: swimsuits

Oh, the temptation, the temptation!

Manfully yeilding not to.

But, do note that such woollen swimming costumes (if they are such, and I think they are - riding and swimming on the sheep's back) would be decidedly hazardous for the weak swimmer in that they at least doubled their weight when immersed.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 25, 2004 02:30 PM

Swimming with weights?
An early form of Xtrem Swimming?

Wonder which bather is Leopold?
Posted by boynton at November 25, 2004 03:27 P

brontes

Note scribbled in back of Anne's Prayer Book

Her wounded feelings are clearly evident in a note which she scribbled in the back of her Prayer Book: in the minutest 'Brontë script' she declares: 'Sick of mankind and their disgusting ways'. The writing is so tiny it is difficult to read without the aid of a magnifying-glass

Anne Brontë - The Scarborough Connection (via Plep)

 

January 8, 1845
Monsieur, the poor have not need of much to sustain them -- they ask only for the crumbs that fall from the rich man's table. But if they are refused the crumbs they die of hunger. Nor do I, either, need much affection from those I love. I should not know what to do with a friendship entire and complete - I am not used to it. But you showed me of yore a little interest, when I was your pupil in Brussels, and I hold on to the maintenance of that little interest -- I hold on to it as I would hold on to life.

This letter was written by Charlotte Bronte, English writer, to Professor Constantin Heger. There is no evidence that this love was ever returned by him

Romantic LoveLetters (via Exclamation Mark)

 

Emily and Keeper's relationship began as a fierce power struggle, but it became one of mutual respect. One reason for the transformation appears to be Keeper's consistent devotion and loyalty. With Keeper, she could feel safe and protected. This suggests how the dog's behavior and temperament influence the nature of each human-dog bond. In turn, Keeper was changed by his experiences with her. Early accounts describe Keeper as a dangerous dog, liable to attack anyone who tried to discipline him. After years with Emily, however, Keeper became a different dog, a quiet presence in the Brontë home. When Emily died after a short illness, observers were impressed by Keeper's grief-stricken behavior during the funeral services

Emily Brontë and Dogs: Transformation Within the Human-Dog Bond

vidlit

VidLit Yiddish with Dick and Jane (via fishbucket)

VidLits will not perform properly on dial-up connections.
(It performs well enough to suggest it would be pretty good to see properly)

macro lens

The narrow depth of field of the macro lens creates the illusion of little self-contained worlds, each complete with its own light, its own atmosphere, its own mood.

A stunningly beautiful post at Paula's House of Toast
found via fait accompli

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speechless. thank you for that link.
Posted by kent at November 24, 2004 02:16 PM

One of those 'restores faith in blogging' links.
Posted by boynton at November 24, 2004 03:41 PM

Aren't they fabulous? Thanks for the pointer, B. I must find out more.
Posted by Dick at November 25, 2004 10:37 AM

me too.
Love the use of the medium here too.
Brief lyricism, visual narrative, and a link.

You have the intimacy of writer/reader and that sense of a wider web, interconnected conversations.

Could it happen as well in another medium?
Posted by boynton at November 25, 2004 03:46 PM

dog tale

She turned her back for a minute, and when she looked round, the dogs had disappeared

On Friday a friend asked me what I thought of the dogs falling off a cliff story... I felt rather shamefaced to admit I was not well versed in the topic.
(He didn't tell me that one of the dogs involved was a black labrador.)
I was reminded of the story via diversionz and then found this account which reads like a cross between a fairy tale and a nineteenth century shipwreck report along the Port Campbell coast.

'I walked along the cliff top to see if they were up there and everyone I saw I spoke to and stopped, asking if they had seen the dogs.
'By the time I got home with my children from school we went out again and searched.
'The night was drawing in and it was getting foggy.
'We had to stop looking for them.'
As darkness fell the dogs still hadn't been found.

petrol pix

the chic picnic shot I hit to Sedgwick* in the comments was found after searching for an old engraving I had once seen. Who knew picnic could deliver such riches or so many pages at the NLA Picture catalogue?

This was another:
I think Ted and Paxie worked for Ampol and Caltex.

This is a fabulous Collection - and I've only browsed the middle range of pages rather randomly. But the descriptions alone are so good, you can take your pick:

The premier of South Australia, Thomas Playford, displaying great interest in the new Ampol electric pump during the opening of the Birkenhead terminal, 29 September, 1950

Sir James Bisset, right, presenting a barometer to Thomas Playford, premier of South Australia, during the opening of the Birkenhead terminal, 29 September, 1950

Mrs. J. Robertson, Mrs. B. Weaver, Mrs. F. Egginton and Mrs. J. Evans in a class studying the recording of lubrication services conducted by A. Hollings at a merchandising school for lady service station operators, Flinders Park, South Australia, May, 1953

Portrait taken at the Birkenhead shipping terminal office of the Ampol programme sellers for the Jack Davey Ampol Show New Year's Eve special for charity held at the Davis cup arena, December, 1956

and my current favourite where the photo outdoes the description:

Mr. A. Hollings, Superintendent Marketing Development, demonstrating to Merchandisers the advantages of the new modern service station layouts in front of a map of Adelaide, April 1953


*any alt readings of the pix and misc. marginalia by Sedge would be most illuminating

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Comments: petrol pix

Damn you boynton, and damn your picnic link to Hell!

Yesterday I spent far too much time at the NLA site than is good for my futile imagination. (Such treasure troves are sirens to the ear bent - and a mind similarly inclined to procrastination.)

I feel a series coming on - vs a one-dayer. Caption heaven is the NLA site. (And do they have rabbits?! Akubras by the ute load!)
Posted by Sedgwick at November 23, 2004 01:40 PM

You should try it on dial-up with a sluggISH ISP!
The treasure unfurls v-e-r-y slowly, but wot else can ya do with such a trove.

I was so enlightened by your reading of the pic.pic. that I was actually thinking this could be a good thing to do here. (snap) NLA Saturday or something. One photo for a slow day. With commentary. Hmmm...procrastinating...

(One link only - unlike today - when there are simply too many blue links for people to click through - but I just loved all those photos/desciptions and I didn't even get to the "wristlet and travelling rug" one)
Posted by boynton at November 23, 2004 01:57 PM

NLA Saturday ... bring it on!
Posted by Sedgwick at November 23, 2004 04:43 PM

alt. misc pix and marginalia all in one line. Impressive.

FXH - your site doesn't remember me. must be the new haircut or the tie nabakov recommended.
Posted by at November 24, 2004 12:15 PM

Yep - I thought it was a good line, taut and tautological at the same time ;)

when it doesn't remember you - it leaves a silent gap in the recent comments to symbolise amnesia I guess.

btw - hope I didn't somehow souvenir your Pen, FX?
Posted by boynton at November 24, 2004 12:24 PM

that is - I seem to have acquired (somehow) a very good pen - quite different to my usual no name cleanskin bic.
Thought it may have been in the exchanging of links at the blogger's do (what else would you expect bloggers to do)
Then again it may have been from Trivia etc...

/noticeboard.
Feel free to return to topic.
Posted by boynton at November 24, 2004 03:49 PM

mmh re pen - its possible, but I don't seem to be missing my good one/s.
In my job as Investment and Spiritual Advisor to the Victorian Jesuit Gaming Services I often get pens at conferences. Does it look like a conference pen?

PS: That's in Vestments.
Posted by FXH at November 25, 2004 02:07 PM

A conference pen? It isn't branded...
in fact I just scanned it very badly

http://tinypic.com/nthle

(Hope it's not yours (or that of any other blogger) now. Scanning and paintshopping have made me rather attached to it.
Posted by boynton at November 25, 2004 03:24 PM

hands

when I was thinking meta in that rambling post I saw this recursive Hand at J walk and thought there was something there akin to blogging.

I tried to find the tumbling house of cards at nobody here which I have twice linked to as another metaphor, but found instead Remember everything

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Comments: hands

nobody home is hysterical. wot a find
Posted by mallrat at November 22, 2004 04:15 PM

That's brill boyn!
Posted by Link at November 22, 2004 08:45 PM

Yep - bigfan of NH.
Just saw 'extra toes'...
Posted by boynton at November 23, 2004 12:29 PM

unsettled

Anyone who's feeling a little bummed out at Chris Sheil's recent departure from the 'sphere has just been handed another bummer
Gummo calls it a day.

I was indeed reeling from the loss of Back Pages on the day I met up with some of the bloggers for dinner and unveiling. BP was becoming the place to check into - a gpo. During the election there was that thing of everytime you'd refresh there'd be 3 more comments - what's the old media equivalent for such rapidfire discussion? Also Chris's reasons for stopping resonate. A big project like a book or a play is probably incompatible with the sport of blogging. As William Gibson famously noted

One thing that was immediately clear to me, from the first blog, is that this is not an activity, for me, that can coexist with the writing of a novel. In some way I only dimly apprehend, it requires too much of the same bandwidth (yet never engages anything like the total *available* bandwidth).

But, definitely, the ecology of novelization and the ecology of blogging couldn't coexist, for me ...

In this week of big planetary activity, with Scott (our generous host) also announcing a break, one of my favourite bloggers quietly reappeared after a year's absence. I had studiously kept the name on the blogroll as an act of faith or a souvenir of old paths. I may keep the Tugboat moored here for a while.

And suddenly there are blogs everywhere in a new wave.
I wonder if someone is charting it all, and can chronicle the skiffle and the currents? An index of genesis and exodus. A log of blogs.
You'd think the medium is built for auto-recording and archival study, with the digital traces of individual and group activity stored somewhere with a google master key, but perhaps that's one of the illusions of the game, and things can disappear into the ether here as in any old medium. We're all archived but it is essentially ephemeral, and a post about the weather will aways score comments. Never quite had the nerve to go completely minimalist and post the temperature (with a link to the BOM of course) but one day that may do as a forecast of hiatus. SomeI'mThing

An article on the academic dilemma of studying (colonising) weblogs noted:

This is part of the nature of weblogs: a personal expression of perhaps not community but an understanding of connectedness. To post online is to declare that you are part of something larger, even if the post is just in order to whine about dinner or about having lost a boyfriend. To study weblogs should not just be a study of form and technicalities, but of interconnectedness

Weblogs and the Dilemma of Academia (via Jerz's Literacy Weblog

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"interconnectedness"

In a nutshell.

All as sweet as a nut.

Nutty sweetness.

Sweet nutiness.

Sweaty neatness.

No sweat!


Posted by Sedgwick at November 21, 2004 05:26 PM

Tempted to use "sweet nuttiness" as a replacement for "I rarely have a name y'know" - except I guess sweetness is in the eyes of the beholder.
Quite happy to be thought of as nutty.
Posted by boynton at November 21, 2004 05:40 PM

pink

Rounded a corner and suddenly saw a pink bear in a grevillea. Don't know if it was lost or found.
A kilometre down the track I almost stepped on a tiny pink hair brush that was either baby, barbie or fairy.
And then in an overgrown innercity garden I saw a single pink rose untended.

The day was too blue for linking, but maybe pink is the colour of the season.

such delight

I was priviliged to view things on a high speed connection which is about 1000 times faster than here, so caught up with the wonder of solipsistic.
And within the middle of the splendour of Somewhither is the most amazing canine show.( Do take it in Once again for Refusal.) I saw it 4 times running and it still caught my breath.

colour books

Books classified by colour (via J walk)

My own collection possibly suffers from a lack of Blue. Might scout the local haunts for some vintage teal.
 


If your books look sloppy, level the spines How to Use Books in Decor
Don't be afraid to display a favourite book open on a tabletop
5 Ways To Use Books in Decor

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You'll find some coverage of the event on my blog, ... here, to be precise:

http://urbanist.typepad.com/jarrett_walker_home/2004/11/update_only_in_.html

Peace, Jarrett
Posted by Jarrett at November 21, 2004 01:36 PM

Thanks Jarrett
Great photos - looks wonderful.
For some reason it is the blues that get me in, (although in op-shops I usually look for the orange of old penguins) and a shame that the whites (of the 80's stark chic and beyond) are so
highly represented. I remember the wave of black classics in the 70's, and have a few midcentury items of serious blue paperback...
Posted by boynton at November 21, 2004 02:10 PM

Speaking as a bookseller, we are perennially asked by absent-minded customers for books of which they can remember neither the title, nor the author, but only that "it was blue...". A colleague of mine, faced with one such enquiry, after a hard morning at the bookface, drew himself up to his full height, and replied, with dignity, "Madam, you are in luck, for I am in charge of all the blue books in the shop."
Posted by dave at November 22, 2004 07:29 AM

Are you tempted to fend of the bookseller blues by arranging your books by colour, Dave?
Maybe it should be a thing like an annual "stocktake" - "Closed for Colour Alignment" - followed by a Colour Sale.
Posted by boynton at November 22, 2004 12:04 PM

I might suggest these ideas of yours to t'Management. I think they'd go down well. My own books are arranged in heaps, on the floor, mostly...
Posted by dave at November 25, 2004 08:32 PM

One day I'm going to attack my library stacks and colour code the heaps.
Posted by boynton at November 25, 2004 11:58 PM

does a computer

Does A Computer Make Mistakes?
(the punching and verifying machines are identical in appearance)

There is something about computers that is both fascinating and alarming

How It Works...The Computer a scanned Ladybird 1971, 79 (via I like)