Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Cactus Gardens, Part 1





Most photography by O. Glazier / Edited by A. Glazier

Sunday, December 23, 2007

To Dismay of Inspectors, Prowling Cats Keep Rodents on the Run at City Delis

New York: Across the city, delis and bodegas are a familiar and vital part of the streetscape, modest places where customers can pick up necessities, a container of milk, a can of soup, a loaf of bread.

Amid the goods found in the stores, there is one thing that many owners and employees say they cannot do without: their cats. And it goes beyond cuddly companionship. These cats are workers, tireless and enthusiastic hunters of unwanted vermin, and they typically do a far better job than exterminators and poisons.

When a bodega cat is on the prowl, workers say, rats and mice vanish. NY Times


Saturday, December 22, 2007

The star treatment

Famous 10-week-old child star, Lola Renee', suing 6-year old personal assistant over disappearance of the glam infant's designer sunglasses . . .

News at 11.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Friday, December 14, 2007

"Your call is important to us!" Part 1

Is it really?

Is it so important to you that you have no problem keeping me on hold for eternity and then moments before I'm about to hang up from phone cradle fatigue, your voice pipes up, "Hi, my name's Loretta. How can I help you?" (I pause) Is this a human being or digitally composed android? "Um, I need to cancel my account." (Loretta pauses) "I'm sorry, I didn't understand. Can you repeat that?" (I do repeat that. Three. Excruciating. Times.) Finally the phone line sqwaks and I hear some unidentifiable distant music." Many eons later . . . "Thank you for calling. Your call is important to us." Um, yes, you told me. "I'm now going to tell you our menu options . . . " Okay, sister, let's get a move on. "To change the status of your account, press 1." To change your account address, press 2." To troubleshoot, press 3." It could be 1 or 3, but 2 is unlikely. I go for 1 and am sent to another digital android. This one coughed continually. I asked if everything was okay and that just resulted in more coughing. Finally, I was transferred to someone else who's title sound suspicially like, "Head Franken Squirrel." Well, if the squirrel can cancel my account then he's okay by me. "Yes, hello, how can I help you?" "Yes, I'd like to cancel my account." "Yes, hello, how can I help you?" Either he has an attention deficit disorder or he's in denial or he's messing with me. Long pause. Is he trying to make me uncomfortable? His voice changes. Less squirrel. More badger. I'm no longer someone who needs special treatment . . . The background music stops. To be continued . . .

Saturday, December 08, 2007

'An Early ripe Apple and good in taste'


John Tradescant (~1570-1632) and his son, also named John (1608-1662), were gardeners to the nobility and royalty of England and both travelled widely collecting botanical specimens. Between them they introduced a large number of foreign species (including many of the fruits depicted) that remain prevalent in the average English gardens of today. From Bibliodyssey.

Å vere Leiv Eriksson

Djupa i sinnet er til forveksling lik djupa i havet.

Å vere Leiv Eriksson

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

How convenient

Be careful when you unsubscribe to email newsletters, you never know what effect it might have . . .


"You have been unsubscribed from the following:

  • Your Health and Happiness
Please note that it may take up to 72 hours for the new settings to go into effect."

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Portable Moose Head.

Yes, Portable Moose Head. Yes, someone sells them. You never know when they'll come in handy. Stock up today!

Sunday, December 02, 2007

If an unwanted book falls into a poorly-maintained storage facility and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?

Essay about the future of unwanted books. From BldgBlog . . .

I'm reminded of a few lines from The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, in which the book's narrator and his well-read "master," William of Baskerville, break into a labyrinthine library after dark – a library full of mirrors, unmarked halls, and trick doorways. (While lost in the library, the narrator beautifully remarks: "I proceeded as if in the grip of a fever, nor did I know where I wanted to go.")

The architects of the library were, in fact, quite clever, mixing climate control with acoustic design:
    "The library must, of course, have a ventilation system," William said. "Otherwise the atmosphere would be stifling, especially in the summer. Moreover, those slits provide the right amount of humidity, so the parchments will not dry out. But the cleverness of the architects did not stop there. Placing the slits at certain angles, they made sure that on windy nights the gusts penetrating from these openings would encounter other gusts, and swirl inside the sequence of rooms, producing the sounds we have heard. Which, along with the mirrors and the herbs, increase the fear of the foolhardy who come in here, as we have, without knowing the place well. And we ourselves for a moment thought ghosts were breathing on our faces."
"In any case," the book goes on, "we need two things: to know how to get into the library at night, and a lamp."

After all, the narrator then says, "I felt inclined to disobedience and decided to return to the library alone. I myself didn't know what I was looking for. I wanted to explore an unknown place on my own; I was fascinated by the idea of being able to orient myself there without my master's help."

And so he goes, lamp in hand, heading into that unlit space full of books that no one's reading, in a surround-sound of breezes, looking for something he knows he'll never find.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Today's thoughts

The oppressed become the appointed.
The top priority is not the bottom line.
Ambition is not a skill.
No one knows what the shadow knows.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Saturday, November 24, 2007

The Circus in America

Voltige, a French word for mounted gymnastics. In a voltige act, the rider vaults off the horse’s back and runs alongside it, holding onto a handgrip attached to the harness. Turning cartwheels and somersaults, the rider might spring back up to assume a rear-facing position, before he scissors around to the front. According to the late British circus historian Antony Hippisley Coxe, there are many variations: “voltige à la Richard, where the horse is unbridled and unsaddled (Davis Richard, an American in 1860, performed this act), “voltige à la cowboy,” (where a lariat is used), or “tcherkesse” or “Cossack” riding, involves lying across the horse’s back with the ankle in a loop attached to the surcingle, the band passed around the horse’s midsection. (Antony D. Hippisley Coxe, A Seat At the Circus (London: Evans Bros, 1952) 43. While virtually upside down, the Cossack rider can in this manner retrieve handkerchiefs and other objects from the sawdust floor, while the horse gallops around the ring. The Circus in America.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

The downside of Powerpoint

Sometimes brevity is not the best way to go . . . observe.

- Met on battlefield (great)
- Dedicate portion of field - fitting!
- Unfinished work (great tasks)

Monday, November 19, 2007

Everyone knows what a dragon looks like

"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." ~G.K. Chesterton

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Pass the color

Tag, you're it

Will "Once upon a time" give way to a series of metatags?

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Dr. Caligari's Storage Areas

What are the odds of mentioning the name, "Dr. Caligari" twice in this blog in a 60 day period? Not very remote I guess.

From Mcsweenys . . . Dr. Caligari's Storage Areas:

BY CODY SHAFFER

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The chifforobe of Dr. Caligari

The lazy Susan of Dr. Caligari

The cupboard of Dr. Caligari

The roll-top desk of Dr. Caligari

The hope chest of Dr. Caligari

The curio of Dr. Caligari

The liquor cabinet of Dr. Caligari

The smelly closet in the basement of the apartment of Dr. Caligari

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Lead


If you happen to have the pencil shown here or other rareties like it, this man would like to take them off your hands.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Like Father, Like Son

The next chapter . . . congratulations.

Friday, September 28, 2007

The Broken Column House

The Broken Column House is so named because it takes the form of a ruined classical column.

Truncated nearer to the base than the capital, jagged and riven with fissures, it was created by the aristocrat François Nicolas Henri Racine de Monville who made it his main residence during the years immediately before the French Revolution . . . more.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Remember

Could such a thing as a "Wikipedia" for memories exist? Beyond simply snapshots, diaries, and recorded media . . . ?

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Possibly helpful or informative items

Experiencing a jumkmail & catalog tsunami in you mailbox? Visit this site.

What are the census statistics for a particular zip code? And, how does that compare to Barrow, Alaska? Find out here.

If we had a baby, what would it look like . . . Find out here.

What does happiness look like? They know.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Book Mobile

The icing on the cake is the wheel. For $2127,00, this should be motorized. I want it anyway.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Final garage daze




The floor is sealed, the cabinets wait to be filled, and then, there's the final weight test. A good 50 lbs., just in case.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Cabinets of Dr. Caligari


or, Professor Melamine.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Thursday, September 06, 2007

And it came to pass




that new folk settled into this Valley amid the Jacarandas and tire outlets. These simple folk sought to return the sad little garage to its former glory. It all began with the floor . . .
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