lost claus

So I was walking Flo last week in the park
and in the distance I see a lone figure approaching.


He looked a bit like this:



Seen any kids? He asked me.

- No.


Long Pause.


Is there a car-park anywhere around?

- On the other side of the creek.

He sighed and hobbled away.
 

your block

Road Rage 1964
 

and mary

Ms. Travers, onstage, drew all eyes as she shook her hair, bobbed her head in time to the music and clenched a fist when the lyrics took a dramatic turn. On instructions from Grossman, who wanted her to retain an air of mystery, she never spoke. NY Times

(Grew up with this record of course. Lemon Treesy listening, as sisters sang passionately about hammers and I stared at this record cover imagining adult blondeness and goateed guitarists)
 

lit gnat

Wendy James is blogging again: Literary Gnat
 

B lated

 

jet storm

- whereas the previous week's viewing highlight had been another Sat. night ABC2 gem Jet Storm from 1959, an Airport/Twilight Zone mix with a dash of British-kitchen-sinker and class-angst, where air hostesses were ordered to dispense champagne under great pressure, and even though everyone was about to crack up, an air hostess dispensed her duty admirably and steadily, as all champagne-coupes stayed stable on the tray, earning her the esteem of eligible Captain.
We did slightly wonder whether a broken window (that had already taken one passenger into oblivion) could really be plugged effectively by a pillow - but who knows the technicalities of these things?
 

match review

It was rather strange on Saturday night as Tony flicked between Foxtel and Football, just as Sherman featured on both fronts, at Georgia -




and at the Gabba.

And the strangeness continued on Sunday with Collingwood and Collingwood



while the cricket was also being played at Midsomer



where Dr. Who was batting badly:

...it goes right against the grain for me to have to play cricket badly. As actors, we like the idea of being quite sporty. I am actually quite good at cricket so having to play a miserable cricketer was quite frustrating. I keep getting bowled out and it takes some skill to keep missing the ball like I did!

(And of course, one wasn't expecting Malcolm Fraser to get a guernsey for Midsomer.)
 

ashes

The Australian captain was crestfallen after a pivotal moment

 

pervin

A rather disturbin search request...


especially when one has been considerin the male gaze over at LP.
 

pet vocals

Pet Sounds A Capella

via things

iirc, this version of God Only Knows was one of the first wavs I surfed/nabbed back in 01.

(and youtube pointed me (belatedely) to this yout uke version.)

birds

Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds in 1 minute, and 40 seconds.

(Hat-Tip to Norabone.)

Although if Tippi had been wearing a hat some unpleasantness might have been avoided.


source

...complaints about lame contrivances in his films were sufficiently common to inspire a defensive retort from the director. "A critic who talks to me about plausibility is a dull fellow," Hitchcock sniffed.  Salon

I must admit that as I watched the film on Saturday night, certain questions did occur to me - where are the sunglasses? Or wide-brimmed hats? Or blue heelers ready to snap at any swooping irritant? - although not to the extent where such questions cloud the view.

'A woman with a birdcage in a fur coat in a rowboat; it could be a Surrealist painting by Dali or Magritte'.Camille Paglia...Source

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.


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