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May. 1st, 2023 07:48 amIt's not morris-dancing per se, but this Pathe film of the Bonzos perfoming "Equestrian Statue" does includes an 'obby-'oss of sorts. Yet another 1960s proto-music vid shot in a field.
I’m not a classicist, so can’t vouch for the accuracy of the translation, but Dirtbag Catellus rings true to me (except the title— this strikes me as less dirtbag, more just young and overdramatic).
Syncretic religion problems (not sure if this is a real ex-voto or an art piece)
Turkish chef builds barbecue, cooks huge feast, all while wearing the slightly-unsettling smile I associate with Greek statuary of the archaic period.
Still-lifes of bagels
2020 Spring Style: Why Don’t You... match your mask to your dress?
(I admit this looks like I’m playing to some really specific medical fetish)
Also: pastel quilted plague doctor mask!
Syncretic religion problems (not sure if this is a real ex-voto or an art piece)
Turkish chef builds barbecue, cooks huge feast, all while wearing the slightly-unsettling smile I associate with Greek statuary of the archaic period.
Still-lifes of bagels
2020 Spring Style: Why Don’t You... match your mask to your dress?
(I admit this looks like I’m playing to some really specific medical fetish)
Also: pastel quilted plague doctor mask!
Took some photos in the park today
Apr. 2nd, 2020 07:10 pmA number of other people were out walking but we all kept the proscribed distance— makes me wonder, though, what will happen when the cherries come into bloom. They’ve already had to close the park to cars during blossom season, the past few years.
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May. 12th, 2014 09:55 amI’ve now lived more than half my life in Toronto, but having grown up in New Brunswick, I never cease to be amazed by springtime in Ontario; not just that it comes at least three weeks earlier, but the speed and efficiency with which it slips from “grass is beginning to look green” to “flowers and leaves everywhere.”
Growing up, spring wasn’t a season – it was a protracted, muddy battle that somehow ended every year sometime in early June with summer on top; and you were never quite sure how. Spring in Ontario... seems to have better stage management. It’s always cartoonishly idyllic, as though the plants have everything prepped and ready to go and then jump out yelling “surprise!” I’m always terrified I’ll miss it through inattention.
Growing up, spring wasn’t a season – it was a protracted, muddy battle that somehow ended every year sometime in early June with summer on top; and you were never quite sure how. Spring in Ontario... seems to have better stage management. It’s always cartoonishly idyllic, as though the plants have everything prepped and ready to go and then jump out yelling “surprise!” I’m always terrified I’ll miss it through inattention.
