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Do you want to dress up like a sandwich, a firecracker or a Christmas pudding? Jane Asher’s Costume Book (1991) will show you how.
A newly discovered camera reveals more about one of mountaineering’s most enduring mysteries. Ghosts On The Glacier (NYT link)
“The book—ventriloquized by Joni Rodgers, who describes herself as a ‘story whisperer’—is as vapid and vaporous as the fragrances Hilton sells; all the same, archaeologists may one day consult it in the hope of understanding how and why our species underwent a final mutation into something glossily post-human.” - From The Most Scathing Book Reviews of 2023
This Is Where All Your Holiday Returns End Up “Whole systems of infrastructure—transporters, warehousers, liquidators, recyclers, resellers—work to shuffle and reshuffle the hundreds of millions of products a year that consumers have tried and found wanting. And deep within that system, in a processing facility in the Lehigh Valley, a guy named Michael has to sniff the sweatpants."
The Psycho-Expander develops neck, chest and shoulders to striking beauty! Nothing like it was invented before (or since). Via Memo Of The Air
Three earthquakes hit Mexico City on the same date in 1985, 2017 and 2022. The coincidence left the city stranded in time. Read more: Aeon Essays
Do you trust AI to plan your next trip? Then check out Touring, “A private city tour right in your pocket.” (via Web Curios)
Breakfast Burrito recipe with chorizo and tater tots. I’m in.
A Canadian village incinerated by record temperatures: The small village of Lytton in British Columbia hit the global media when it smashed Canada's highest temperature ever recorded in June 2021, at 49.6C. Two days later, a wildfire burned the entire village to the ground. (video)
Are you looking for a good read? This list will keep you busy: The Award-Winning Novels of 2023. I have read one (Notes On An Execution) and have started Bee Sting. Thumbs up to both.
“I ran away from William Pann near what is now Arbutus, Maryland on this day in December 1855. I had an iron collar on my neck when I ran; I might have removed it, as Pann was still advertising for me in January 1856. He called me BLACK BALL, but my name was WILLIAM JOHNSON.” Tweets From Runaway Slaves
This song by Ron Sexsmith is one of the handful of contemporary Christmas songs I listen to each year.
Did you know that most Canadians live south of Seattle? We're Wrong About The Location of Many Countries
Why you shouldn’t bring a gun to an MRI appointment (I shouldn’t have to tell you this)
And a very merry Christmas to you! “I return your seasonal greetings card with contempt. May your hypocritical words choke you, and may they choke you early in the New Year, rather than later.” - Kennedy Lindsay, Letter to Garret FitzGerald,
December 1975 (More heartwarming seasonal correspondence at Letters Of Note)
December 1975 (More heartwarming seasonal correspondence at Letters Of Note)
An article about Laurel Canyon's 1960s Music Mecca. If you’re a fan of that scene you might want to watch the doc Echo In The Canyon, a favourite of mine.
Notable Literary Deaths in 2023 The losses of Louise Gluck and Refaat Alareer were heartwrenching for me.
A tale of Exploding Marshmallow Teacakes (via 2601: The Snacker Quarterly)
Why The Long Face? There’s an explanation for that. (via Miss Cellania)
Let me know when you want to transform your yard, I’ll bring my sleeping bag and we’ll knock it out in two days tops.
ReplyDeleteThe guy dressed as a sandwich doesn’t look very happy, but the carrot looks like he’s enjoying the pantyhose.
I just read an article about “Bin Stores” selling returned merchandise, it said Americans returned $816 billion in merchandise last year.
The story of Laurel Canyon is great but the last picture is a black and white of Crosby Stills and Nash on the porch and looking past the corner of the house is an open area and a car parked. The area and car look like they’re covered with snow and I don’t think that’s possible.
“ A man’s house burns down. The smoking wreckage represents only a ruined home that was dear through years of use and pleasant associations.
By and by as days and weeks go on, first he misses this, then that, then the other thing. And when he casts about for it he finds that it was in that house.
Always it is an essential--there was but one of its kind. It can not be replaced. It was in that house. It is irrevocably lost...
It will be years before the tale of lost essentials is complete, and not till then can he truly know the magnitude of his disaster.”
Mark Twain
xoxoxoBruce
Some songs I play on my show for breaks at the top and bottom of the hours in the two shows before Christmas: Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis; Mom and Daddy Please Don't Steal For Us This Christmas; All I Want Is Peace On Earth; Bob Gibson - Box Of Candy and a Piece of Fruit; Let Us Come In; The Ragpicker's Dream; Five Pound Box of Money; The Man Who Slits the Turkeys' Throats At Christmas; Blue Christmas; Nelly McKay - Christmas Dirge, and Take Me Away; Mister Hankie's Christmas in Hell from South Park; Christmas Is Pain; selections from H.P. Lovecraft Society's album A Very Scary Solstice (always: O Cthulhu). And I end the closest-to-Christmas show with William S. Burroughs reading his story The Junky's Christmas.
ReplyDeleteSounds very merry and bright!
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