I listen to hear the voice of a Governor, Commander-in-Chief of the forces of Massachusetts. I hear only the creaking of crickets and the hum of insects which now fill the summer air. (Slavery in Massachusetts, 1854)
Here’s a rollover before-and-after photo of one of my favourite fungi, Clathrus ruber, called ornate stinkhorn or whiffle-ball stinkhorn in English, gita de bruixa (“witch’s vomit”) in Catalan, and encountered on this walk and, I believe, also endemic in California:
Although Clathrus ruber is merely extraordinarily repulsive rather than poisonous, one should always take mycologists seriously, given the weaponry at their disposal. John Cage seems to have been a very fine one. The University of California at Santa Cruz conceals the Cage (John) Mycology Collection, there’s an interview with Steve Sweeney-Turner here in which Cage explains the relationship between mushroom hunting and his brand of Thoreauvian individualism, and, finally, there’s a lovely recording of him getting up to some mushroom business here.
- Google, Nazi wives & thallophytes
Thanks to the DG for news that the post about John Cage has bumped the Columbia Encyclopaedia off the no 1
- Daisy Bell aka the little dicky bird
A curious marriage of songs.
- Remote excess
Whatever’s happening in Najaf today, it’s never going to be half as frightening as South Africa. IOL tells of a newsreader
- French lessons: Grannie on her bike rides across the pool
Boby Lapointe, an obsessive, deranged comic genius who seems to have drunk himself to death aged 50, points to one of
- Talking arse
Curiously, Joan Amades noted that Catalan parents used to terrify their children out of going to lonely spots on windy days