28 June 2014

Tribulations

It was a nice day for drying gesso today, but the cat and the chickens had other ideas:



So now some of them have a slight brown tinge.

17 February 2014

Amusement


This is worth breaking the drought for, I reckon. I let the Herald know the caption was wrong when someone drew my attention to it a few days ago, but their journalistic regard for accuracy doesn't seem to extend to fixing it.

Funny.

In other news, I've had a concussion since early December. Tapping words into a screen is quite hard going, so I'll stop now. Might try again later, or I'll leave it for another year.

13 June 2013

How creepy is this?

The NSA is following Rose on Twitter!

That is, if it really is the NSA. Still funny though. And creepy. Don't forget the creepy.

03 June 2013

Ye gods

All these struggles of god with god, power against power, the gods feeling those forces they are thought to control crackling at their fingertips; this separation of the power from the god, the god reduced to no more than a sort of word, falling, an effigy dedicated to the most hideous idolatries; this seismic din and physical convulsion in the heavens; this way of riveting sky into heaven, earth onto earth; these mansions and expanses of heaven which are handed on and pass from mind to mind, with each of us, inside our heads, refashioning our gods; this interim occupation of heaven, here by a god and his wrath, there by the same god mutated; this takeover of power, succeeded as though by the perpetual spasmodic pulsation, top to bottom and back again, of other takeovers of power; this respiration of cosmic faculties, similar, on a higher level to the coarse and buried faculties dormant within our own individual natures – and for every faculty there is a corresponding god and a power, and we are heaven on earth, and they have become the earth, the earth drawn into the absolute...
– Antonin Artaud, Heliogabalus: Or, the crowned anarchist

31 May 2013

23 May 2013

Next week

11 May 2013

Gold



30 April 2013

Oh well

I have recently thought to myself, 'I should probably update my blog with something other than silly photos and videos.' Then I sit there in front of a blank screen for a while, until I give it up as a bad job and watch Doctor Who instead.

Oh yes, I've been watching a lot of Doctor Who.

I've also been reading about John Heartfield, the photomonteur and famously angry person. Near the end of World War I, after a night out with his fellow Dadas drinking heavily and snorting cocaine, he 'became so unruly that we had to restrain him'. They tied him to a chair and then taunted and provoked him 'with words and blows', so they could enjoy the resulting tirade of rage.

The things you had to do to amuse yourself in war-torn Berlin!

When I recounted that anecdote to Rose, she said 'Ooh! Can we do that to you?'

23 April 2013

Serious Fall discussion

20 April 2013

The resurrection

Aaaaand we're back.


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