Given what’s been happening in the Midwest, I am not going to complain at all about the spring weather here in New England; instead, I’ll just observe that it has been cold and wet. Cold enough that seeing wildflowers is a bit of a surprise – although photoperiod-wise they’re right on time, it still feels a little early. The green of new leaves against a gray cotton wool sky is close to hallucinatory in intensity; acid green, indeed.
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Pink Ladyslipper Cypripediun acaule getting ready to bloom.
And a new piece of art from Solongo Mellecker – a favorite cryptid, the Mongolian Deathworm. For those not familiar with the worms, the artist’s description, “[the] Mongolian death worm, known as “olgoi horhoi” in Mongolian, meaning large intestine worm, is a snake like creature believed to exist in the Gobi Desert of Mongolia. The worm is a bright red creature, resembling a blood filled intestine, is about 2 to 5 feet long. It can rise from the sand without warning and kill a prey big as a camel.” Tremors critters, eat your (multiple?) hearts out.
Via @roundmyskull, a post on a British dazzle camoufleur and Vorticist: Edward Wadsworth. The Design Student has indicated an interest in model building/painting (we’re going to ransack the house for his old Warhammer figurines – could be a nice side job); perhaps I should build a WWI ship model or 2 for him to dazzle up.
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And a print from RISD’s dazzle plan collection. I reiterate – I need more wall space.
Two minutes in the sin bin assessed on all readers of this blog – for looking so good. And you, yes you there cutie, you get a 5 minute major.
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I wish I could find my (pre-digital) pictures of the Maurice Richard statue I took when in Montreal with the Design Student (other photographic subjects: crooked knives in the Hudson Bay Company Museum, capybaras in the Biodome – none of this should shock you). One thing that shouldn’t have surprised me – The Rocket’s full name is Joseph Henri Maurice Richard, Sr. I once worked at a manufacturing facility in New Hampshire with a group of older Franco-American men. We’d worked together for a couple years before I – culturally ignorant as I was – discovered that they ALL had the same first name. Ben’s full name was Joseph Benjamin X, Roger’s was Joseph Roger Y, etc. See also – Boom Boom Geoffrion and The Pocket Rocket. Bah, cultural homogenization – it’s been a long time since I’ve heard a sentence construction like, “Up the hill, the car she went.”
Spoiler – video below is a minute and a half of introduction and six minutes of standing ovation.
This one popped up because I rewatched Casino Royale (the first, messy one) recently – I was sure that Ronald Searle had done the titles until I re-ran the credits. Abject apologies, Mr. Williams. Mike Myers – the Austin Powers titles should have looked like this.
My partner in sciencecrime is pulling some of his collections out of mothballs and displaying same. We’re assembling quite an interesting little wunderkammer. I’m responsible for most things that respire, he for the things that don’t or have ceased to. The name we’ve assigned to the project is both a geologic descriptor and a mashup of our initials (the last K is for kolossal!!). I’m hoping to take a panorama shot in a bit, but for right now, a sneak peak:
A photo, taken a year or so ago, given to me over the weekend. Not only a moment of Pastafarian bliss, but also a great shot to show the barber (“that’s how short I want it and no, it doesn’t usually stick up all over like that”).
