From the online gallery of Italian artist Alessandro Bavari
Cuba and Vietnam also feature, along with rundown places closer to home for you Americans.
Vladimir Clavijo-Telepnev, Sensuality
Sam Pickett asks: What do you love?
As all my friends know, there is a pedant in me and I have tried in the past to section it off by attributing such irritating behaviour to a Mr Pickett.
The mind boggled as to what some of those trolls and jocks were like at school — were they like that or does the internet give them a new obnoxiousness?
Anyway all this is a prelude to what I came here to tell you: Mr Pickett, after a couple of tentative beginnings, is back and has a home on Tumblr. He is beavering away on some ideas right now and anticipating some input from you. You can go and have a look now if you like, but the “lessons”, or tasks, call them what you will, probably won’t appear till tomorrow (depending on when your tomorrow is).
In the meantime, I would like to set the mood. Neither he nor I intend to get you bogged down on anything dull here, we want to be very clear about this. And neither will we settle for imitations of Obama, TXT or Facebook/Lamebook speak or any copy/paste unless it’s done extremely well. To help Pickett, who also answers to “Sam”, pitch his questions and at the same time introduce yourself to other Tumblrs, please answer any of the following that “speak” to you: 1 ~ What ideally would you like to learn in “class”? 2 ~ Any favourite colour or family of colours (since we may use a lot of visual aids)? 3 ~ Please provide an A-Z of something or some things you love.
This should come easily — as a set of verbs, adjectives, nouns or names already lying in your heart, so DON’T LOOK UP ANY BOOKS FOR THIS!
We want to live in the here and now and we want to be ourselves; in this respect it won’t be like school at all. Answer any or all of 1 2 and 3 using whatever means you prefer — the comment box, a reblog or a post of your own that we can link to. And see you there! And if you don’t yet know about “ask” ASK somebody! Easy!
industrialwaste: biggestbluest: ultimasophia: (via graphiceverywhere)
Teddy/Pokemon pal is one of 100 reasons why I love this IndustrialWaste blog, and the person behind it, who has been finding great stuff for years. I mean finding treats for the eyes but never the choc-box kind, and always the humour, or the edge. I knew her before, see.
Oy, who messed with my page?
You’ll need to get out of the dashboard for this …
Being the sort of perfectionist I am, I need to get it sorted. :=( Oh yea, and there’s the small matter of the very different look.
Well it’s part of a larger plan and I’ll elaborate on that later, when I have time, guys and gals! — J
UPDATE
Tks all who’ve responded. Sounds like I’m the odd one out with display problem but I’ll work around it. Back laterWHERE THE WEATHER IS WUTHERING if I got that right
These are from a Yorkshire photographer in Flickr and I have put in a request with our Cloggo for a story, because this is a land I long to spend time in. Will keep you posted … he never lets me down ;=)What happens to beasts will happen to man. All things are connected. If the great beasts are gone men would surely die of a great loneliness of spirit.
Chief Seattle, 1884
You young Tumblers — and some of you are barely out of short pants, as we used to say — probably have no idea that back in the early 70s (the last days of rock music), bands often travelled from town to town by bus, with a small crew.
It was gruelling. At the end of a long day or night everyone would just lazily sing along with a record — and Tiny Dancer is a song that still makes me shiver with pleasure.
Elton John sang poignant folk ballads in those days. He was not a showman; he was quite melancholy and his songs, with lyrics by Bernie Taupin, were often poignant and emotional.
I love Cameron Crowe’s movie and story Almost Famous because it closely matches my own experiences of that time, or at least my passions. My life, too, revolved around writing about music, interviewing bands and hearing the next bunch of LPs to be released. In New Zealand we were more British-oriented — I would read every word of Melody Maker, for example, then get on the phone with friends who were musos and we would discuss EVERYTHING! We must have been walking encyclopedias on the contents of Melody Maker (and to a lesser extent NME, which had the same info presented with less flair). By the mid-70s — back in New Zealand from a time on the road and living in London — I was part of a household full of musicians (including my then husband) and it was open house most of the time. The usual residents were a gay man, a lesbian couple, a cat and a dog plus me and hubby but friends were always coming and going. I worked at a newspaper during the day, wrote a music column for it in my own time and still went out to the band’s pub gigs at night, because that was the loyal thing to do. The wives and girlfiends always occupied a table in front of the stage; there was never a case of “I don’t feel like it tonight”. ~ ~ ~ The first time I realised those days were over was when I heard the Sex Pistols. I knew instinctively what it meant; the sound was nasty. It wasn’t just that it was a harsher sound; the whole implied attitude was different. There had been a coup. Punk bands were sometimes aligned with right-wing ideas (remember bovver boys?) and svengalis like Malcolm McLaren who discovered and manipulated Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious were opportunistic and cynically motivated — though I don’t doubt quite inspired. Well that’s my simplistic take on it. I can still wallow in the music of the early 70s and sometimes do!
And Tiny Dancer gets me every time.


