Impossible automata for my street organ this holiday season. Featuring Georg Büchner, Ignaz Bruder, German Christmas pyramids, dancing Hasidim, Lieutenant Kijé as you’ve probably never seen it, Le Tigre, and a crustacean.
Over at TottenhamNews.org, via Improbable Research, which cites some choice samples. Curiously, while the registrant’s address is said to be just round the corner from Ankara’s gloriously Martian Altınpark, the phone number is Dutch, and the only Turkish news that I’ve ever heard come out of Tottenham, north London, is of this planet’s most splendid…
Lars Bjørn Hanssen > Diario Sur (> Teresa Aguilar > Carlos Ferrero): The Diputación de Málaga gave €20,000 to help Loving Books publish an Atlas ilustrado de la provincia de Málaga; Alejandro Villén Real at Loving Books gave very little of that to an apparently unemployed receptionist for the English translation; no quality control was…
Acabo de versionar otra maravilla de la antología ilerdense decimonónica, La fiera corrupia, de Josep Maria Rexach, que empieza así: Una cosa que es molt certa Prontament vay a cantà Esplicant del polls y pusas, Que may se cansan de picà: Ells de la nit fan dia, Que trevallan sense po. Polls y pusas al…
Tom (who is these days blogging less and twittering more) encountered this proclamation on entering Ciudadela de Menorca, and suggests correctly that it refers to the publication in the Boletín Oficial del Estado of a fascist decree, promoted by education minister Manuel Lora Tamayo and signed off by Franco on Christmas Eve 1964, protecting the…
Over at Mr Harvey’s place, to whom and all a happy Christmas. One day I’ll explain how for certain folks “Vamos a comprar un pato” came to mean “Let’s get stoned out of our fricking tree,” but today is a day of joy, hope and peace, and so they may slumber on while I cook…
One of the more interesting developments at the guided tours business over the past few years has been an increase in the proportion of weird walks sold as younger customers have started using decent, cheap handheld-hosted apps to cover the basic “¡Look! ¡Ze catedral!” legacy (OK, zombie) guide territory. Real-time optical character recognition with machine…
The sun dog is seen above reborn, having previously mysteriously died at the end of the solar year: While its soul wanders the underworld, its old and weary body is barbecued and consumed in dark hovels by fearful peasants: I’ve forgotten who it was who believed the Old Testament was originally written in English, or…
Avert your eyes, epilepsy sufferers, as the Flash animations load, but stay on for the fucked goodies on the Bohórquez family estates, “where the brave bull wanders”, “the horse gallops to his whim”, and everybody else simply skips to their Lou as the sun withdraws discretely behind the “intricate skirted passages of ever bloomed plant…
