As noted in a recent comment to Juke, I'd be lost without my recent referrers.
I like the weird accents of googlish, and the odd compounds of nouns laced with the urgency or the concentrate of searches.
It's the only Word/Quote/Thought of the Day feed I'd bother reading.
So I was intrigued to see Tolstoy Volkswagen last week.
Was it a What car would he drive variation?
Sometimes though, googling the searches has its rewards, and I found a few good blogs by this auto keyword combination:
The kombies at Woy-Woy Walkies introduced me to spike and This isn't Sydney
Also to his wonderful flickr sets, including:
1950’s Woy Woy
Gone: Demolished buildings in Woy Woy & the Greater Gosford Area AKA Brisbane Water.
And another find was War And Peace - the comic version - within this uni resource guide. (Scroll down to 1865-1869)
Monday, July 30, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
wonderin
Do you blog? Do you Twitter, Pownce or Jaiku? Do you read feeds? 12 ways to use facebook(No, I don't twitter or even flickr, and I haven't registered yet. But I'm beginning to idly wonder...)
Is Facebook killing blogs?
Or has SNS ennui kicked in already?
source
Update Tim Dunlop via LP
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
8 randomly
boynton at the coldest day since lastThe eight random things about myself meme defeated me. I could not find the correct line between chocolate and confessional.
notes When really you get
to encounter another* sortie into the nice
line, check wiki
past this one. You hear the most
tumblers are taken about
dog but I watched
local where this point
So I used Rob's Amazing Poem Generator to extract 8 random boyntonesque lines for me.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
happy side
I had more luck at my local op-shop, where this record cover jumped off the shelf for fifty cents.
It would be too easy to run a caption contest on this one.
("You Can't Be True, Dear.") reportedly sold something like 3.5 million copies, but the funny thing is that the hit version was actual a dub of vocals by singer Jerry Wayne over a copy of the tune recorded by Griffin as an instrumental number for skating rinks.
Space Age Pop
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
some notes
When you go to the Standard in Summer, on a beautiful balmy evening, you sit inside.
When you go in Winter, you sit outside, because it's the coldest day since last August, and your breath flags speech like a cartoon bubble.
When getting your hair cut, do not take a book like Marley and Me to read. You will have to keep putting the book in your bag, explaining to the stylists and the wall of mirrors why you're crying in 10 words or less, when really you need a couple of inches.
You get told - You'll love $$$$$$ - by many people, fellow thrifters, for months. So you finally go there at the height of school holidays and it's not only thrift Kmart but Kmart on speed. Walking from the car, you hear the sound of crashing glass from the delivery van. Probably a crate of crockery and probably not given a second thought given the volume of cast-off glassware served up for recycling at the Recycling Factory. Inside, more glass gets broken as tumblers are taken off packed trolleys and squeezed next to flutes and vases. Kids run manic around the racks and racks of slacks and dacks and frocks and coats with cigarette burns on the pocket. It is so loud and vast you have to head to the parkas to take stock amid the excess and cacophony, and then flee into the carpark, free.
When you go in Winter, you sit outside, because it's the coldest day since last August, and your breath flags speech like a cartoon bubble.
When getting your hair cut, do not take a book like Marley and Me to read. You will have to keep putting the book in your bag, explaining to the stylists and the wall of mirrors why you're crying in 10 words or less, when really you need a couple of inches.
You get told - You'll love $$$$$$ - by many people, fellow thrifters, for months. So you finally go there at the height of school holidays and it's not only thrift Kmart but Kmart on speed. Walking from the car, you hear the sound of crashing glass from the delivery van. Probably a crate of crockery and probably not given a second thought given the volume of cast-off glassware served up for recycling at the Recycling Factory. Inside, more glass gets broken as tumblers are taken off packed trolleys and squeezed next to flutes and vases. Kids run manic around the racks and racks of slacks and dacks and frocks and coats with cigarette burns on the pocket. It is so loud and vast you have to head to the parkas to take stock amid the excess and cacophony, and then flee into the carpark, free.
Friday, July 06, 2007
misc links
* Everything is interestinga summary of I like's interesting2007 talk, (and blogging philosophy)
* Everyone has a place
* Do something YOU like
* Find your own voice
* Make something that you're happy with
* Share it
Fiction Writing 2.0: Six New Ways To Write The Next Great Novel
collaborative writing machines via Reeling And Writhing
This Is Your Life (and How You Tell It) via As Above
"...these narratives guide behavior in every moment, and frame not only how we see the past but how we see ourselves in the future.”
songbird via dirty beloved
Songbird is a desktop Media Player built on the same platform as Firefox...Songbird is a Web Player that surfs the Media Web, a growing network of media blogs, music stores, subscription services and social networks.
Aunts and Butlers
An interactive novella for the Electric computer
P.G.Wodehouse text adventure via things
Make your own Simpsons avatar via Twists and Turns
Monday, July 02, 2007
(passé)
What to buy. On The NoseArt Wars. theage(melbourne)magazine July 07 p54
"Gumtree paintings" by artists such as Hans Heysen and Ernest Buckmaster - nobody wants them. They are too reminiscent of what this generation's parents and grandparents had hanging on their walls and they don't particularly suit contemporary architecture.
(melbourne) bares no real resemblance to the city which bears the same name, and treats the city's inhabitants with contempt... According to (melbourne), we are an innately conservative city aspiring to drive 4WD BMWs, live in 'designer' city apartments, etc... and we love to read about estate agents (!) and the next generation of power-brokers (!). Huh?
one plus one Nov 2004
how to paint [picture]
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