You may have heard of a man called Aubrey Beardsley… well, my thesis advisor tipped me off about this frontispiece which he did for the English translation of Björnson’s ‘Over Ævne’ (Pastor Sang) in 1893. Interestingly enough it positions Björnson very far from the Norwegian peasant tales which at first made him noticed in the UK. Very interesting indeed.
Nemesis
Sometimes it’s nice to know that you can escape the craziness of city life and spend a peaceful evening in the country with dad. Mounds of perfectly succulent lutefisk for dinner followed by a walk by the lake at sunset. The night frost beginning to set in, nipping at your nose and colouring your cheeks, the sun setting behind the hills and colouring the world. Red, gold, blue. Stunning.
I love checking stats to see what people have searched for to reach my blog. Today’s top search keywords are alcoholic coma and moose love. LOL
A great pannacotta totters and wobbles like a Rubensesque woman on five inch stillettos. Gorgeous!
-Matt Preston
Overheard, little boy and woman (mum?) looking at John Everett Millais’ Ophelia “Why is that lady lying in the water?” “Umm…she’s swimming!” “No she isn’t, because she’s not moving her legs like this,” (demonstrates) “and she isn’t moving her arms like this!” (demonstrates again) “…”
One of my very first really amazing internet experiences was the Hampster dance ca. 1999. The original site has since been corrupted by corporate greed, but browsing the wikipedia article on it I found a mention of this page where the amazing hampster dance is preserved in its original form. I am overcome with joy and joyness.
…just in case it wasn’t perfectly clear: of course we didn’t make it to London. Not only did we miss Sam’s birthday, we missed the whole weekend and the book fair on which we’d based the whole issue of the magazine. Emergency /Plan B meeting tonight went ok but still depressed. BAH
It is becoming more and more apparent that the hope I’ve held on to that we’d make it to the book fair somehow, is futile. Our souls are dark, dark places of much anguish at the moment. On the other hand, Iceland and its skies look quite pretty. (Too bad, they really don’t need this after everything they’ve been through in the last couple of years…)
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[singlepic id=1257 w=605 h= float=center] I’m so glad it’s raining today! We’ll finally get rid of some of that pestilent snow that has been obstructing traffic (and hence, life) since 2009. I’m so happy I feel like singing (and dancing!) (The forecast for tomorrow promises 7 C and sunny.)
