soul survivor?...


lured by the Fjall Raven bags (i still want/need one) strategically placed in the window (clever tactics) i discovered what is now my favourite (clothes/shoes/accessories) shop in Edinburgh... those of you not currently residing in the Scottish capital, or constituting part of the increasingly annoying festival barrage, can browse their numerous, tempting goods online, from the comfort of your own home, cup'o'tea in hand...

www.goodstead.co.uk

admittedly this blog is (in part) a shameless ploy to whip up the winds of fate/karma in my direction and get me a job in this shop - please! - before i end up selling tents in Millets, or worse still, handing another portion of my soul over to Habitat and so i can afford to buy warm things for the cold seasons, like this hat by Folk...

devolution...

last night i developed a strong desire to yield a scalpal (it wouldn't be the first time)... i finally got to watching Lotte Reiniger's film The Adventures of Prince Achmed. it's the oldest surviving feature-length animation - it's also the most beautiful and inspiring i've ever seen. the stills below, even the clip, don't do justice to the experience of watching the film... if you pay attention to anything on my blog, please let it be this

cat people...

last night Jez and I went to see 'Inglourious Basterds'...
did i want to see it? - not really, i'm far from being a taratino fan BUT am i glad i did? - HELL YEAH!

and i recommend you do the same

Cat People [Putting Out The Fi...

itsok...


i discovered itsok a few years ago, i've bought a couple for friends before... Sighn is making a 'limited' edition of 1 million of these. he's been experimenting with different woods and there's some new fluorescent ones too. for every itsok sold a tree is planted... he estimates it will take him 60 years to complete them all...



http://sighn.net
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sighn/
http://store.multipolarprojects.com/category/itsok

1/4...



2/4
3/4
4/4

FINALLY!

...Bouvet have tracks up on myspace... this is Arild's newest musical concern with Even Skår and Emanuele Lapponi (Death is Not Glamorous)



...i am leaving for Edinburgh. this will be me at 18.26 this evening (except with more bags and not a man)...

mail order bride...

today...

i am mostly packing bags and listening to...

the new Maria Taylor album
the new Jeremy Enigk album

and i also discovered another project Jeremy is involved in...Lake City Poets


tomorrow...

i'll be moving to Edinburgh. hip...hip...

i'll be staying with... Lizzy and Jez :) because they are amazing. And whilst we're talking of Jez and Lizzy (ahem), here's the updated Sing Statistics site. it's even cooler than before. there's more information about the book and contributors and the prints...

'prints?' i hear you cry... yes, prints - £20 to you fine people...

about Lizzy...

i'm not going to go into it all (just google Samantha Beeston if you like). instead i want to give Lizzy some attention. so this is just about her - ABOUT TODAY





the last image is availble to buy as a pretty stupendous screen print here

IMPORTANT MESSAGE - you didn't draw these, Lizzy Stewart did, so don't even think about it... we've got big hairy friends with teeth and claws and we're not afraid to use 'em

BUCKET...

re: http://uhohdeer.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-emptive-strike.html

Anonymous said...

I believe what was ACTUALLY said was {and I quote}: "Do you live with your head in a fucking BUCKET of sand?"

I cannot express to you how loathsome the return journey was from the very moment we parted; suffice to say, I, er, he, missed my, er, his, earlier train, nearly wet myself, got wet, went to bed without any tea, had an argument with the scouser rent-a-yobs posing as railway 'security' and then when I finally made it onto the train {a train, any train, I DON'T care which train} I had to hunker down amongst the wide-eyed girls with their runny mascara along with their pot-puffing wide-boy boyfriends all cock-a-hoop and cock-of-the-walk with alcohol-fuelled aggression {notably because of the organisational shambles at the railway station and the never-ending queue for the bogs {never was a word more appropriate for describing THOSE facilities}.

Gay? Proud? I think not.

ps. greetings from ANON of Buckinghamshire

sailing...

so it seems that i've been let down and i don't know where to lay the blame excactly but i have only just discovered Damien Jurado... i'm completely on board that boat now

Damien Jurado 'Caskets' from RadarMusicVideos on Vimeo.

http://iamcaughtinthetrees.blogspot.com/2008/05/chicago-illinois-boy-named-named-calvin.html... i trust Calvin on this...

Damien Jurado - ohio from Chelsea on Vimeo.

post-emptive strike...

WHY did i forget it was pride today? to quote Nigel... 'do you live with your head in the fucking sand?'. apparently yes, yes i do.

not that i'm having any...

Logh - Saturday Nightmares from Bad Taste Records on Vimeo.