Nora informs me that the kids at her Primary School have adopted Don't do that! as a catch phrase. It is a feature we may have missed on the index page of the splendid Gratuitous Pleasures, but if you roll the mouse over the graphic of the boy and click you can hear the phrase that is now sweeping the eastern suburbs play ground.
Comments: gratuitous
But not with that particular whine, I hope.
Posted by wen at October 16, 2003 02:28 PM
On the contrary - the whine is the thing apparently!
Don't think they'd mimic the blush, somehow ;)
Posted by boynton at October 16, 2003 02:49 PM
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
joyce drive
Bargain record label Naxos has made a complete recording of Ulysses on 23 CDs, which will be issued next year in time for the 100th anniversary of the original "Bloomsday", June 16 1904.
An uninterrupted playthrough of the entire set will last just about as long as Leopold Bloom's day.
The reader is Irish actor Jim Norton, who played Bishop Len Brennan in the TV sitcom Father Ted.
(Guardian via Moby Lives)
boynton will have to head off for a 23 hour straight drive somewhere sometime before bloomsday 04, just to have the uninterrupted ulysses drive her completely round the lilting brogue...joyce drive bloody idiot.
Meanwhile the audio clip page from Naxos has been quite amusing to sample.
Comments: joyce drive
Better or worse than The Wiggles? Actually, anything that drowns out the complaints from the back seats is rather nice. Actually, even very loud radio static can be good.
Posted by wen at October 16, 2003 02:32 PM
Yes I have travelled with Toddlers and Wiggles.
That's defintely a future campaign for the TAC -
surely - Wiggles Drive Existential Crisis
I was joshing about joyce. I think I would love to listen to Ulysses in a car - and I'm semi serious about the 23 hour stint, but one will just have to choose the route judiciously.
And the designated driver of course ;)
Posted by boynton at October 16, 2003 02:54 PM
'Under Milkwood' would be fun for driving - and enough sillybugger humour for kids to enjoy it too.
Posted by wen at October 16, 2003 05:47 PM
An uninterrupted playthrough of the entire set will last just about as long as Leopold Bloom's day.
The reader is Irish actor Jim Norton, who played Bishop Len Brennan in the TV sitcom Father Ted.
(Guardian via Moby Lives)
boynton will have to head off for a 23 hour straight drive somewhere sometime before bloomsday 04, just to have the uninterrupted ulysses drive her completely round the lilting brogue...joyce drive bloody idiot.
Meanwhile the audio clip page from Naxos has been quite amusing to sample.
Comments: joyce drive
Better or worse than The Wiggles? Actually, anything that drowns out the complaints from the back seats is rather nice. Actually, even very loud radio static can be good.
Posted by wen at October 16, 2003 02:32 PM
Yes I have travelled with Toddlers and Wiggles.
That's defintely a future campaign for the TAC -
surely - Wiggles Drive Existential Crisis
I was joshing about joyce. I think I would love to listen to Ulysses in a car - and I'm semi serious about the 23 hour stint, but one will just have to choose the route judiciously.
And the designated driver of course ;)
Posted by boynton at October 16, 2003 02:54 PM
'Under Milkwood' would be fun for driving - and enough sillybugger humour for kids to enjoy it too.
Posted by wen at October 16, 2003 05:47 PM
Monday, October 13, 2003
woosh
been meaning to post about that missing and oft needed emoticon of the blogosphere, and the blogospherical commentary - the whoosh. boynton recalls that it was Gummo Trotsky who first proposed the need for the whoosh sign - meaning: something has gone over the head. In RL conversation there is of course a common gesture to indicate this phenonmenon, which also acknowledges our common fallibility.Our universal vulnerability to the whoosh. You're never so smart that the next moment won't whoosh you. Perhaps the whoosh is complementary to the wink. ;) which is much used round here even to the point of abuse. Still, if the wink is missed, a whoosh may well occur. boynton remembers the old ads from her collection of Ladies Home Journals that read You hear a bigger whoosh as hapless people open an explosive coffee jar (their smiles indicate more thrill than fear is anticipated at the spring-loaded surprise). The magazines are elsewhere and not yet scanned. But the other day via Twists and Turns we saw a detail from one of the ads at Tack-O-Rama. (see number six) And we won't steal the image. But we at least could trace the brand - and find another example here. Disliking the tacky smiley range of emoticons which may well include a whoosh variety, boynton wishes this retro whoosh was public domain enough to exploit wholesale.
pop
we watched the first Love is is In The Air - stories of Australian Pop Music and a couple of minutes in knew it was going to be rather dumb. Never trust the long-winded intro or quasi overture that concludes by saying Ladies and Gentlemen we present... (Yeah yeah, we kinda get that tacit bit of the televsion contract by now)
There's always something disturbing about history done dumb. Even the history of Pop - or maybe especially so. As this review in The Australian suggests, we've all got pop songs that resonate with great moments in our lives, and we don't like to see the soundtrack or slideshow of our lives shuffled randomly or trifled with, damned with faint praise, mismatched. Maybe it doesn't always need the micro treatment of a Ken Burns - maybe Pennies From Heaven and other films of Dennis Potter catch something deeper about Pop and culture and nostalgia than a documentary, but you know when you're getting short-changed. And you want at least a glimpse of the bigger picture. Way back when boynton remembers watching All You Need is Love - and this pretty much set the benchmark for this sub genre.
Comments: pop
I saw bits of Love is in the Air when cooking dinner. It was trash.
Something to do with rock coming into the country from England then Australia exporting pop once they stopped doing covers and learnt to write songs.
Brian Cadd was the hero. He was successful overseas because he made a left turn to the USA rather than the right turn to the UK.
Nothing about the development of Australian pop culture in opposition to the snobby British high culture.
There is a story in that.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 15, 2003 09:23 PM
Yes I shouldn't have minced words,Gary. It was trash.
And maybe the dumbing-down is even more depressing when it's Pop.
There is certainly a story in the oppositional cultural wars, beyond the recycled slogans. And there are stories everywhere if they were serious about it. Get some historians onto it.
I gained more of a glimpse into the social mores from this brief story on a local history web site:
http://localhistory.kingston.vic.gov.au/htm/article/199.htm
Posted by boynton at October 16, 2003 12:25 AM
Boynton,
yes. that's really good local history. There must be heaps of similar stuff buried in the archives.
the textures of these stories need to be woven into the glamour pop shows to show how a pop culture developed; and why it was so meaningful for so many Australians.
It was much more than muscular working class lads yelling their songs to loud guitars in the suburban pub, whose floor was covered in vomit and cigarette butts. That's the standard myth from what I can make out.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 16, 2003 01:52 PM
There's always something disturbing about history done dumb. Even the history of Pop - or maybe especially so. As this review in The Australian suggests, we've all got pop songs that resonate with great moments in our lives, and we don't like to see the soundtrack or slideshow of our lives shuffled randomly or trifled with, damned with faint praise, mismatched. Maybe it doesn't always need the micro treatment of a Ken Burns - maybe Pennies From Heaven and other films of Dennis Potter catch something deeper about Pop and culture and nostalgia than a documentary, but you know when you're getting short-changed. And you want at least a glimpse of the bigger picture. Way back when boynton remembers watching All You Need is Love - and this pretty much set the benchmark for this sub genre.
Comments: pop
I saw bits of Love is in the Air when cooking dinner. It was trash.
Something to do with rock coming into the country from England then Australia exporting pop once they stopped doing covers and learnt to write songs.
Brian Cadd was the hero. He was successful overseas because he made a left turn to the USA rather than the right turn to the UK.
Nothing about the development of Australian pop culture in opposition to the snobby British high culture.
There is a story in that.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 15, 2003 09:23 PM
Yes I shouldn't have minced words,Gary. It was trash.
And maybe the dumbing-down is even more depressing when it's Pop.
There is certainly a story in the oppositional cultural wars, beyond the recycled slogans. And there are stories everywhere if they were serious about it. Get some historians onto it.
I gained more of a glimpse into the social mores from this brief story on a local history web site:
http://localhistory.kingston.vic.gov.au/htm/article/199.htm
Posted by boynton at October 16, 2003 12:25 AM
Boynton,
yes. that's really good local history. There must be heaps of similar stuff buried in the archives.
the textures of these stories need to be woven into the glamour pop shows to show how a pop culture developed; and why it was so meaningful for so many Australians.
It was much more than muscular working class lads yelling their songs to loud guitars in the suburban pub, whose floor was covered in vomit and cigarette butts. That's the standard myth from what I can make out.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 16, 2003 01:52 PM
cottage
yes as foreshadowed in a comment below boynton found the cottage belonging to her accidental reverend relative. Because it was misspelt, it was happily hidden in the google pile, and was only found through sifting via Rev. Melb P.
Meanwhile the sophisticated alogorithm of the content bot that crawls around and comes up with google ads can get a little creepy. You have to check into blogspot to see what the crawling suggests. boynton is starting to think it's getting sidetracked by the sound of words and is a kind of wannabe poetry generator as well. AFL and existentialism was pretty diverting, but today it crawled round boynton and suggested maurade baynton. Such consonance. Almost an online literary companion generating consonance and assonance while you sleep.
Comments: cottage
In a dyslexic moment I read that as "marauding boynton".
Posted by Nora at October 13, 2003 05:59 PM
maybe the chinese-whispering spider will find a link along those lines.
Posted by boynton at October 14, 2003 01:43 PM
Meanwhile the sophisticated alogorithm of the content bot that crawls around and comes up with google ads can get a little creepy. You have to check into blogspot to see what the crawling suggests. boynton is starting to think it's getting sidetracked by the sound of words and is a kind of wannabe poetry generator as well. AFL and existentialism was pretty diverting, but today it crawled round boynton and suggested maurade baynton. Such consonance. Almost an online literary companion generating consonance and assonance while you sleep.
Comments: cottage
In a dyslexic moment I read that as "marauding boynton".
Posted by Nora at October 13, 2003 05:59 PM
maybe the chinese-whispering spider will find a link along those lines.
Posted by boynton at October 14, 2003 01:43 PM
fish
boynton went for a sundaydrive on saturday and has duly dashed off some lines about the experience which she will spare her readers, but this is the way it ended:
in the café the classifieds are the main reading matter
where a singing fish falls silent on an inland wall
"A singing fish is actually a very simple robot"
Comments: fish
Did you really see a singing fish? How wonderful!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at October 13, 2003 12:41 PM
Take me to the river.
Posted by Tony.T at October 13, 2003 02:01 PM
The river was just down the road actually.
I wonder what the garden gnomes (that clustered round the cafe) would sing if they were also simple robots?
Posted by boynton at October 13, 2003 02:19 PM
the gnomes could sing:
"As I went down to the river to pray
Studying about the good old way..."
Posted by Nora at October 13, 2003 06:09 PM
O brother gnome...
beats Welsh male choir Hi Ho I guess...
Posted by boynton at October 14, 2003 01:41 PM
Gnome is where the garden is.
Posted by Tony.T at October 14, 2003 06:53 PM
in the café the classifieds are the main reading matter
where a singing fish falls silent on an inland wall
"A singing fish is actually a very simple robot"
Comments: fish
Did you really see a singing fish? How wonderful!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at October 13, 2003 12:41 PM
Take me to the river.
Posted by Tony.T at October 13, 2003 02:01 PM
The river was just down the road actually.
I wonder what the garden gnomes (that clustered round the cafe) would sing if they were also simple robots?
Posted by boynton at October 13, 2003 02:19 PM
the gnomes could sing:
"As I went down to the river to pray
Studying about the good old way..."
Posted by Nora at October 13, 2003 06:09 PM
O brother gnome...
beats Welsh male choir Hi Ho I guess...
Posted by boynton at October 14, 2003 01:41 PM
Gnome is where the garden is.
Posted by Tony.T at October 14, 2003 06:53 PM
Friday, October 10, 2003
reverend
Chances are this man just has to be some relation?
found almost by chance at Photographs from the Chicago Daily news via penny dreadful
Comments: reverend
Melbourne.P.Boynton?!? Brilliant. Does he advocate the use of Ribena?
Posted by Tony.T at October 12, 2003 07:41 PM
No - I imagine Ribena would be far too potent for sacramental purposes, especially if it sparkles.
Posted by boynton at October 12, 2003 11:38 PM
Then what did he use to wash down the unleavened bread and little boys?
Posted by Tony.T at October 13, 2003 12:47 AM
hope like boynton, Rev Melb P is a vegetarian, and would decline cocktail franks served at social gatherings. At such events I imagine boyntons would piously imbibe the house lemonade.
Posted by boynton at October 13, 2003 01:07 AM
That is most eerie, indeed. Sort of frightening, actually. Perhaps I should make an attempt at finding his grave.
Posted by .es at October 13, 2003 01:53 PM
It's a fact that on a warm day like today, lemon aides pious and abstinent teeteetallers to keep their temperance. I might apply for some this afternoon.
Posted by Tony.T at October 13, 2003 02:08 PM
Yes it was a bit eerie.
& (thanks to your linkage) I found his cottage actually - more anon...
Posted by boynton at October 13, 2003 02:09 PM
and yes, Tony, I think it's certainly a fact that lemon aides the mind. Although I'm mindful of the bubbles myself.
Posted by boynton at October 13, 2003 02:16 PM
found almost by chance at Photographs from the Chicago Daily news via penny dreadful
Comments: reverend
Melbourne.P.Boynton?!? Brilliant. Does he advocate the use of Ribena?
Posted by Tony.T at October 12, 2003 07:41 PM
No - I imagine Ribena would be far too potent for sacramental purposes, especially if it sparkles.
Posted by boynton at October 12, 2003 11:38 PM
Then what did he use to wash down the unleavened bread and little boys?
Posted by Tony.T at October 13, 2003 12:47 AM
hope like boynton, Rev Melb P is a vegetarian, and would decline cocktail franks served at social gatherings. At such events I imagine boyntons would piously imbibe the house lemonade.
Posted by boynton at October 13, 2003 01:07 AM
That is most eerie, indeed. Sort of frightening, actually. Perhaps I should make an attempt at finding his grave.
Posted by .es at October 13, 2003 01:53 PM
It's a fact that on a warm day like today, lemon aides pious and abstinent teeteetallers to keep their temperance. I might apply for some this afternoon.
Posted by Tony.T at October 13, 2003 02:08 PM
Yes it was a bit eerie.
& (thanks to your linkage) I found his cottage actually - more anon...
Posted by boynton at October 13, 2003 02:09 PM
and yes, Tony, I think it's certainly a fact that lemon aides the mind. Although I'm mindful of the bubbles myself.
Posted by boynton at October 13, 2003 02:16 PM
Thursday, October 09, 2003
john
boynton woke to a Red Symons special - one of his wonderful audio collages - marking the birthday of John Lennon. Even though the opening chords had a distinct blackbird feel (or maybe because of it- that macca counterpoint again) the assemblage of last-interview lyrics and familiar riffs was very moving. boynton checked the 774 website but alas, it hasn't been posted - although she notices his George W Bush Beef vid is there. (scroll down to bottom of page). boynton will possibly exchange some money for a compilation of Red's offerings if this is the plan.
John Lennon Guitar Chord Archive
Picture Yourself -words and music by John Lennon
On a beatle tangent - it was slightly disturbing last night at Trivia when one table of youngpeople answered that Hey Jude was the Beatles song associated with those infamous murders of 1969. Hey Dude! Hey Jude is probably boynton's fave fab four song. And you'd think it would be a challenge to read too many messages into the lyrics if this googlebyte is representative:
Comments: john
They've got it wrong! It's
"Nah, Nah, Nah, Na-na-nah-nah, Na-na-nah-nah ..." etc.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at October 10, 2003 08:51 PM
Yeah yeah yeah I noticed that too. If you go to the link there's a whole wall of NQR nahs.
Just one would do.
btw:
"the "nah-nah-nah" vocal melody of this jam, with its emphasis on the F-natural at its apogee, creates a freely dissonant 9th against the E flat chord; it's a small effect, yet so pungent that I dare say it's one of the signature characteristics of this track..."
from Notes on Hey Jude:
http://www.recmusicbeatles.com/public/files/awp/hj.html
Posted by boynton at October 11, 2003 12:55 AM
John Lennon Guitar Chord Archive
Picture Yourself -words and music by John Lennon
On a beatle tangent - it was slightly disturbing last night at Trivia when one table of youngpeople answered that Hey Jude was the Beatles song associated with those infamous murders of 1969. Hey Dude! Hey Jude is probably boynton's fave fab four song. And you'd think it would be a challenge to read too many messages into the lyrics if this googlebyte is representative:
Comments: john
They've got it wrong! It's
"Nah, Nah, Nah, Na-na-nah-nah, Na-na-nah-nah ..." etc.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at October 10, 2003 08:51 PM
Yeah yeah yeah I noticed that too. If you go to the link there's a whole wall of NQR nahs.
Just one would do.
btw:
"the "nah-nah-nah" vocal melody of this jam, with its emphasis on the F-natural at its apogee, creates a freely dissonant 9th against the E flat chord; it's a small effect, yet so pungent that I dare say it's one of the signature characteristics of this track..."
from Notes on Hey Jude:
http://www.recmusicbeatles.com/public/files/awp/hj.html
Posted by boynton at October 11, 2003 12:55 AM
sunnies
Sunglasses, 1952
We test 38 brands -- and find 23 of them Not Acceptable.
(Vintage Consumer reports via Penny Dreadful)
We test 38 brands -- and find 23 of them Not Acceptable.
(Vintage Consumer reports via Penny Dreadful)
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
parrot
Man wants to question parrot in court
(to determine if it can whistle the "Andy Griffith" tune)
(via Follow me Here)
The monster which threatens me is karaoke. (via anil dash)
Comments: parrot
Is Ben Matlock the lawyer?
Posted by Tony.T at October 9, 2003 03:53 PM
Any old beak will do.
Posted by boynton at October 9, 2003 05:43 PM
(to determine if it can whistle the "Andy Griffith" tune)
(via Follow me Here)
The monster which threatens me is karaoke. (via anil dash)
Comments: parrot
Is Ben Matlock the lawyer?
Posted by Tony.T at October 9, 2003 03:53 PM
Any old beak will do.
Posted by boynton at October 9, 2003 05:43 PM
literary games
It may be that certain literary games, including works of interactive fiction, derive their power from the play between their literary aspects and their nature as games
Nick Montfort on Literary Games, with examples including his special bagatelle cooked up for this Issue Fields Of Dream -a variant of the consequences/surrealist parlour games. (via Jerz's Literacy Weblog)
meanwhile game meister Kevan has posted the results of a visual variation, the Chinese whisper photography experiment
Nick Montfort on Literary Games, with examples including his special bagatelle cooked up for this Issue Fields Of Dream -a variant of the consequences/surrealist parlour games. (via Jerz's Literacy Weblog)
meanwhile game meister Kevan has posted the results of a visual variation, the Chinese whisper photography experiment
peek
further to looking...
Who is Mrs Peek?
(Women in British WW2 advertising via things)
see also: I want to be a sports mistress
She wanted a new bicycle
Mary was tired of the grizzle-grumble-groans of her machine- the way its brakes failed to act, etc.
Comments: peek
Mrs Peek's a freak!
AND as for Joan "I want to be a sports mistress" - well - she only got the job by sending her mother in to the interview (see second last frame)to impersonate her or was it always Joan's mother and Joan was just a distraction? AND why was her Mum ("I'll just wait in the hall") at the interview anyway?
Posted by Nora at October 8, 2003 06:00 PM
Gosh, Boynton - if only I had enough coupons. Afraid I'll just have to resign.
Posted by wen at October 8, 2003 07:50 PM
yes I think that Mrs X had better watch her back, especially given Mr X's libidinous stomach... May not be long before "Mrs Peek is looking after your dinner" becomes a curse.
And Nora - that is quite a find re Joan's mysterious switch to mother mode in crucial job interview frame. .
"I want to be a sports mistress, but I made certain life decisions that impeded this choice, so I want my daughter to be a sports mistress."
Or if it was actually Joan's mother all along impersonating Joan it makes it rather fascinating ground...
Never trust that line: "I'll just be waiting in the hall"...Chameleon alert.
Posted by boynton at October 9, 2003 01:10 PM
Who is Mrs Peek?
(Women in British WW2 advertising via things)
see also: I want to be a sports mistress
She wanted a new bicycle
Mary was tired of the grizzle-grumble-groans of her machine- the way its brakes failed to act, etc.
Comments: peek
Mrs Peek's a freak!
AND as for Joan "I want to be a sports mistress" - well - she only got the job by sending her mother in to the interview (see second last frame)to impersonate her or was it always Joan's mother and Joan was just a distraction? AND why was her Mum ("I'll just wait in the hall") at the interview anyway?
Posted by Nora at October 8, 2003 06:00 PM
Gosh, Boynton - if only I had enough coupons. Afraid I'll just have to resign.
Posted by wen at October 8, 2003 07:50 PM
yes I think that Mrs X had better watch her back, especially given Mr X's libidinous stomach... May not be long before "Mrs Peek is looking after your dinner" becomes a curse.
And Nora - that is quite a find re Joan's mysterious switch to mother mode in crucial job interview frame. .
"I want to be a sports mistress, but I made certain life decisions that impeded this choice, so I want my daughter to be a sports mistress."
Or if it was actually Joan's mother all along impersonating Joan it makes it rather fascinating ground...
Never trust that line: "I'll just be waiting in the hall"...Chameleon alert.
Posted by boynton at October 9, 2003 01:10 PM
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
looking
meredith has posted some interesting thoughts on looking - the way we watch the internet.
Yesterday boynton's five year old nephew stared in wonderment at a screen pitched at kids with the usual suspects of slow loading cartoon animals bouncing to a wiggly sort of tune - and when all the flash elements finally settled, declared
Isn't that amazing - it's a screen, and it's a picture!
boynton is less inclined to embark on a blind journey on the internet nowadays - for instance - to amble politely through a gallery in a linear pathway that has been marked by a curator with only two choices: > and <. This may be a consequence of blogging and being in the loop of the relentless info chase. The info overload seems to need an overview, a DIY filter. To negotiate the array of choices you either go for the random or plum for the thumbnailed survey. Sped up speed reading - is the scanning, browsing attention span getting shorter or sharper?
See also the the Glancing project at Interconnected
Glancing: An application to allow ultra-simple, non-verbal communication amongst groups of friends online. ...It lets you "glance" at them in idle moments, and it gives all of you an indication of the activity of glancing going on. Notes on Glancing
Comments: looking
Four-thousand and seventy-six cheers for this post. One which fell on quite an appropriate time—a time marked for near-future remembrance and thought-fancy.
Once, while walking along a deserted street, I spotted a little red book—not that one—in a window which explained to journalists when they-should and should-not use the hyphen. The book appeared to have-been published around the turn of the more-interesting-to-me centuries—the Oughts, if you will—making it all the more-intriguing, indeed. I still thirst for a perusal, if only to brush-up a bit.
Besides, this all holds ←Back-Next→ in regard, sort of. Where did I leave my hat...
Posted by .es at October 8, 2003 06:26 AM
I think you left your hat ← on the other hand maybe I saw it → hiding under the hyphen.
(many thanks for showing me the → to the html coat.)
Posted by boynton at October 8, 2003 11:42 AM
Ooh the glancing project is very interesting.
Thanks boynton.
Posted by mcb at October 8, 2003 05:23 PM
I get more reading done when I glance and glimpse at the same time. Glampsing.
Posted by Tony.T at October 8, 2003 06:17 PM
Glampsing...
I love it.
Posted by mcb at October 9, 2003 09:02 AM
Glampsing sounds like a variety of Tea, T.
Glampsing-Souchong.
Posted by boynton at October 9, 2003 01:16 PM
Yesterday boynton's five year old nephew stared in wonderment at a screen pitched at kids with the usual suspects of slow loading cartoon animals bouncing to a wiggly sort of tune - and when all the flash elements finally settled, declared
Isn't that amazing - it's a screen, and it's a picture!
boynton is less inclined to embark on a blind journey on the internet nowadays - for instance - to amble politely through a gallery in a linear pathway that has been marked by a curator with only two choices: > and <. This may be a consequence of blogging and being in the loop of the relentless info chase. The info overload seems to need an overview, a DIY filter. To negotiate the array of choices you either go for the random or plum for the thumbnailed survey. Sped up speed reading - is the scanning, browsing attention span getting shorter or sharper?
See also the the Glancing project at Interconnected
Glancing: An application to allow ultra-simple, non-verbal communication amongst groups of friends online. ...It lets you "glance" at them in idle moments, and it gives all of you an indication of the activity of glancing going on. Notes on Glancing
Comments: looking
Four-thousand and seventy-six cheers for this post. One which fell on quite an appropriate time—a time marked for near-future remembrance and thought-fancy.
Once, while walking along a deserted street, I spotted a little red book—not that one—in a window which explained to journalists when they-should and should-not use the hyphen. The book appeared to have-been published around the turn of the more-interesting-to-me centuries—the Oughts, if you will—making it all the more-intriguing, indeed. I still thirst for a perusal, if only to brush-up a bit.
Besides, this all holds ←Back-Next→ in regard, sort of. Where did I leave my hat...
Posted by .es at October 8, 2003 06:26 AM
I think you left your hat ← on the other hand maybe I saw it → hiding under the hyphen.
(many thanks for showing me the → to the html coat.)
Posted by boynton at October 8, 2003 11:42 AM
Ooh the glancing project is very interesting.
Thanks boynton.
Posted by mcb at October 8, 2003 05:23 PM
I get more reading done when I glance and glimpse at the same time. Glampsing.
Posted by Tony.T at October 8, 2003 06:17 PM
Glampsing...
I love it.
Posted by mcb at October 9, 2003 09:02 AM
Glampsing sounds like a variety of Tea, T.
Glampsing-Souchong.
Posted by boynton at October 9, 2003 01:16 PM
splendid time
An assortment of shockwave play things at Gratuitous Pleasures
boynton enjoyed sampling the Amazing virtual theramin and the Sing-a-long with Brunhilde, and will shortly explore the Mambo and Split the Atom games.
(via ultimate insult)
boynton enjoyed sampling the Amazing virtual theramin and the Sing-a-long with Brunhilde, and will shortly explore the Mambo and Split the Atom games.
(via ultimate insult)
Monday, October 06, 2003
chap
From the trouser semaphore chaps - the semiotics of hair
When a fellow walks into a barber's shop and demands a particular follicular configuration, he brings with him the psychic baggage of his hopes, fears, loves, disappointments and current state of mind.
As a non-chap, boynton endorses the Chappist qualities espoused by the magazine:
Chappist qualities such as common courtesy, eccentricity and civility and were she in London she might participate in the upcoming Civilise The City protest:
Enter an establishment offering “Internet chat rooms” and try to engage someone in conversation
And she has to agree that a world where ‘a cup of tea’ is in reality an overpriced cardboard beaker of tea-flavoured hot water is dark indeed. It is becoming more difficult to secure a decent brew with real tea. Even in the Devonshire Tea belt of the Dandenongs where so many old churches and cottages trade on the lure of an old fashioned brew, it is not uncommon to find a tea bag draping out of a fine china teapot.
Comments: chap
alas, B, you would be disappointed to find only teabags at Casa Gianna. still, i often catch myself grumbling, "weapons of mass destruction all well and good, but do you think one of these bozos can invent a teabag whose tag doesn't always slither into the cup along with the bag? is that TOO MUCH to ask??"
Posted by Gianna at October 6, 2003 09:51 PM
Oh la di da - what a "snooty fox", Boynton.
But don't you drink Bushells blue label Tea BAGS
at home?
Posted by Nora at October 6, 2003 11:21 PM
I'm a recent (re)convert to 'real tea' . I've bought a little teapot with a built -in mesh infuser - it's just as easy as jiggling, dangling, squeezing & tossing - & much much yummier.
(& you can do all these fun blends: a bit of earl grey, a bit of bushells....oh dear, a tea-bore!)
Posted by wen at October 7, 2003 10:23 AM
Too true B. I recently had a Tea.B in my D.D.Tea. And one of those Bushell's' Tea.P.B's!
Posted by Tea at October 7, 2003 11:52 AM
Yes - real tea is better. Tea bags are evil. But they are virulent and even spring up at casa b, too, G, where they misbehave in the way you describe. But when I go out to an establishment offering Tea as its main drawcard, I don't want to be fobbed off with tea flavoured water in good china. Have you been to T2 Wen - now that's a place for the born again Tea bore. I love sampling the different flavours, and must try some new combos.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 11:56 AM
Oh well T, at least with the PB's there are no strings slithering in the chemical brew.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 12:13 PM
When a fellow walks into a barber's shop and demands a particular follicular configuration, he brings with him the psychic baggage of his hopes, fears, loves, disappointments and current state of mind.
As a non-chap, boynton endorses the Chappist qualities espoused by the magazine:
Chappist qualities such as common courtesy, eccentricity and civility and were she in London she might participate in the upcoming Civilise The City protest:
Enter an establishment offering “Internet chat rooms” and try to engage someone in conversation
And she has to agree that a world where ‘a cup of tea’ is in reality an overpriced cardboard beaker of tea-flavoured hot water is dark indeed. It is becoming more difficult to secure a decent brew with real tea. Even in the Devonshire Tea belt of the Dandenongs where so many old churches and cottages trade on the lure of an old fashioned brew, it is not uncommon to find a tea bag draping out of a fine china teapot.
Comments: chap
alas, B, you would be disappointed to find only teabags at Casa Gianna. still, i often catch myself grumbling, "weapons of mass destruction all well and good, but do you think one of these bozos can invent a teabag whose tag doesn't always slither into the cup along with the bag? is that TOO MUCH to ask??"
Posted by Gianna at October 6, 2003 09:51 PM
Oh la di da - what a "snooty fox", Boynton.
But don't you drink Bushells blue label Tea BAGS
at home?
Posted by Nora at October 6, 2003 11:21 PM
I'm a recent (re)convert to 'real tea' . I've bought a little teapot with a built -in mesh infuser - it's just as easy as jiggling, dangling, squeezing & tossing - & much much yummier.
(& you can do all these fun blends: a bit of earl grey, a bit of bushells....oh dear, a tea-bore!)
Posted by wen at October 7, 2003 10:23 AM
Too true B. I recently had a Tea.B in my D.D.Tea. And one of those Bushell's' Tea.P.B's!
Posted by Tea at October 7, 2003 11:52 AM
Yes - real tea is better. Tea bags are evil. But they are virulent and even spring up at casa b, too, G, where they misbehave in the way you describe. But when I go out to an establishment offering Tea as its main drawcard, I don't want to be fobbed off with tea flavoured water in good china. Have you been to T2 Wen - now that's a place for the born again Tea bore. I love sampling the different flavours, and must try some new combos.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 11:56 AM
Oh well T, at least with the PB's there are no strings slithering in the chemical brew.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 12:13 PM
homesick
Darren has posted a great collection of Melbourne resources.
This old view at the Panoramic views of Australia is the one that would induce homesickness if boynton was travelling. In fact it induces a homesickness for the era when she would cross Princes Bridge twice a day and never fail to feel a degree of exhilaration in the panorama, the sweep of the grand avenue, the city skyline, the electrically charged horizon.
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i need a 'Visit Melbourne 1901' site. Or maybe a time -machine....
Posted by wen at October 7, 2003 06:22 AM
uh oh - you've thrown down the gauntlet there, Wen, there must be such a thing as a 1901 site out there?
And if there isn't, somone should invent one.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 11:58 AM
This old view at the Panoramic views of Australia is the one that would induce homesickness if boynton was travelling. In fact it induces a homesickness for the era when she would cross Princes Bridge twice a day and never fail to feel a degree of exhilaration in the panorama, the sweep of the grand avenue, the city skyline, the electrically charged horizon.
Comments: homesick
i need a 'Visit Melbourne 1901' site. Or maybe a time -machine....
Posted by wen at October 7, 2003 06:22 AM
uh oh - you've thrown down the gauntlet there, Wen, there must be such a thing as a 1901 site out there?
And if there isn't, somone should invent one.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 11:58 AM
pennies
two links from so many at the wonderful penny dreadful:
mimosa found photos.
A couple of examples from "As It was" (via pd)
Stahl art Industrial Photography
coal mine, 'Winterslag'
boynton used to drive around the haunted hills region of the Latrobe Valley and view the ghost power plants with their industrial skeletons among the dairy farms, hugging and sometimes even traversing the winding roads- a scenic drive like an industrial Great Ocean Road. Never having a camera herself, when a photographer friend did make it down there once it was too late, these overhanging landmarks were suddenly removed. (pd)
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When I lived in the Latrobe Valley as a child we visited a town one Sunday that was about to be sacrificed to the open cut. I still remember how odd it felt- a perfectly normal looking town, with gardens and houses and roads but completely deserted. It was as if everyone had suddenly vanished.
I too wish I had some photos from this time.
Posted by mcb at October 6, 2003 05:25 PM
Was that Yallourn mcb?
A lot of people lament it. There's a new history of it but I haven't read it yet. It must have been pretty eerie to glimpse the deserted, doomed town.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 12:03 PM
Hello,
just came across this discussion, as you linked to my website 'StahlArt' - thanks for that.
Regarding ghost towns: we still have a few of them here in the German lignite coal area between Cologne and Aachen and I always feel quite strange when I visit one of them. Small villages still disappear, because they are sacrificed to opencast mines.
Greetings Harald
Posted by Harald Finster at November 26, 2003 07:18 PM
Thanks Harald. Your photos are so wonderful.
The open cut mines here in Victoria - in the La Trobe Valley, still "cut" away, but rarely take out whole towns. There is one small township that has been condemned for years without disappearing, but there is a ghostly feel about it.
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2003 01:36 PM
mimosa found photos.
A couple of examples from "As It was" (via pd)
Stahl art Industrial Photography
coal mine, 'Winterslag'
boynton used to drive around the haunted hills region of the Latrobe Valley and view the ghost power plants with their industrial skeletons among the dairy farms, hugging and sometimes even traversing the winding roads- a scenic drive like an industrial Great Ocean Road. Never having a camera herself, when a photographer friend did make it down there once it was too late, these overhanging landmarks were suddenly removed. (pd)
Comments: pennies
When I lived in the Latrobe Valley as a child we visited a town one Sunday that was about to be sacrificed to the open cut. I still remember how odd it felt- a perfectly normal looking town, with gardens and houses and roads but completely deserted. It was as if everyone had suddenly vanished.
I too wish I had some photos from this time.
Posted by mcb at October 6, 2003 05:25 PM
Was that Yallourn mcb?
A lot of people lament it. There's a new history of it but I haven't read it yet. It must have been pretty eerie to glimpse the deserted, doomed town.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 12:03 PM
Hello,
just came across this discussion, as you linked to my website 'StahlArt' - thanks for that.
Regarding ghost towns: we still have a few of them here in the German lignite coal area between Cologne and Aachen and I always feel quite strange when I visit one of them. Small villages still disappear, because they are sacrificed to opencast mines.
Greetings Harald
Posted by Harald Finster at November 26, 2003 07:18 PM
Thanks Harald. Your photos are so wonderful.
The open cut mines here in Victoria - in the La Trobe Valley, still "cut" away, but rarely take out whole towns. There is one small township that has been condemned for years without disappearing, but there is a ghostly feel about it.
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2003 01:36 PM
Saturday, October 04, 2003
drive ins
J Walk links to this article about the renaissance of the Drive In in the US.
It's a peculiar mix of retro and new wave, relying on Americans' strong nostalgia and their insatiable demand for the next big thing.
Coincidentally - (in drive-in parlance - almost a twinning moment) boynton had just been discussing this trend with a friend from a local perspective. As the fabulous 1966 Melways street directory testifies, those red triangles were once dotted thoughout the metropolitan region - but for a decade there has only been one remaining . boynton last went to the Coburg drive in to see The Silence of The Lambs - not quite an ideal viewing experience for such a film, but diverting enough. More recently - as my friend informed me - another has opened in Melbourne at Dandenong. Who would have thought that such a commonplace thing, one of those suburban blots on the landscape and rites-of-passage parking lots, teenage pit stops, those diurnal trash and treasure pounds with their nocturnal run of X rated shockers would induce such a wellspring of nostalgia? But suddenly going to the drive in seems appealing again - as long as they show good movies. (boynton's ideal of course would be an Astor style season of classics- or a golden years of hollywood program.)
This led boynton to an amazing site Drive Ins Downunder. Just like the Melways Edition One experience - boynton spent a good hour soaking up the feast of local history - which would seem also to be a chronicle of post-war suburbia and social history. That big outdoor screen seems to mark the demographic trends of baby boom, families, teenagers and eventual retreat into the home entertainment centres.
This is a wonderful, comprehensive site with that local folklore:
Essendon, Maribyrnong, Preston, Reservoir and Northland all took potential cars away from Broadmeadows
and images of universal appeal like the big (ghost) screen at Mildura
or the pictures in a paddock put out to pasture at Cobram
The drive-in market may be a fraction of its peak reached in the 1960’s and 1970’s, but a steady upward demand is the trend today. The drive-ins trade on a unique blend of nostalgia and retro-chic.
boynton pleads guilty to that blend . Hope the program reflects the trend.
(update another twinning sort of experience - (or just a week behind the news) boynton sees an ad in the Age for this new Drive In at the vic market. Inner city, good films, Toorak tractors to park in designated areas- smells like retro chic.)
It's a peculiar mix of retro and new wave, relying on Americans' strong nostalgia and their insatiable demand for the next big thing.
Coincidentally - (in drive-in parlance - almost a twinning moment) boynton had just been discussing this trend with a friend from a local perspective. As the fabulous 1966 Melways street directory testifies, those red triangles were once dotted thoughout the metropolitan region - but for a decade there has only been one remaining . boynton last went to the Coburg drive in to see The Silence of The Lambs - not quite an ideal viewing experience for such a film, but diverting enough. More recently - as my friend informed me - another has opened in Melbourne at Dandenong. Who would have thought that such a commonplace thing, one of those suburban blots on the landscape and rites-of-passage parking lots, teenage pit stops, those diurnal trash and treasure pounds with their nocturnal run of X rated shockers would induce such a wellspring of nostalgia? But suddenly going to the drive in seems appealing again - as long as they show good movies. (boynton's ideal of course would be an Astor style season of classics- or a golden years of hollywood program.)
This led boynton to an amazing site Drive Ins Downunder. Just like the Melways Edition One experience - boynton spent a good hour soaking up the feast of local history - which would seem also to be a chronicle of post-war suburbia and social history. That big outdoor screen seems to mark the demographic trends of baby boom, families, teenagers and eventual retreat into the home entertainment centres.
This is a wonderful, comprehensive site with that local folklore:
Essendon, Maribyrnong, Preston, Reservoir and Northland all took potential cars away from Broadmeadows
and images of universal appeal like the big (ghost) screen at Mildura
or the pictures in a paddock put out to pasture at Cobram
The drive-in market may be a fraction of its peak reached in the 1960’s and 1970’s, but a steady upward demand is the trend today. The drive-ins trade on a unique blend of nostalgia and retro-chic.
boynton pleads guilty to that blend . Hope the program reflects the trend.
(update another twinning sort of experience - (or just a week behind the news) boynton sees an ad in the Age for this new Drive In at the vic market. Inner city, good films, Toorak tractors to park in designated areas- smells like retro chic.)
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