drawn together

Hamburg-native and illustrator responsible for bringing to life English author and playwright Julia Donaldson’s Gruffalo, Axel Scheffler, has called London home for nearly four decades but since the Brexit referendum and the UK’s departure imminent, these days he’s anguishing over the outcome. In response, he invited some of his colleagues to illustrate their visions of Europe united and divided.

the fame monster

The always brilliant Nag on the Lake directs our ears to the neo-Baroque canon and counterpoint of arranger and performer Vincenzo Culotta in his adaptation of the 2009 release “Bad Romance.” Learn more and get the sheet music at the link above but I don’t think the artist managed to work in a G-A♯-G-A♯ tonic-dominant progression.

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Emoji are popping up more and more as evidence in court cases, as Slashdot informs, subject to interpretation and double-entendre, and often demonstrate that judges and attorneys are not prepared to deal with a level of innuendo and implicit deniability.
The inherent ambiguity in language is of course nothing new and employees legions of legal experts to study and in some cases capitalise on shades of meaning, but the case in point—trying to determine the guilt or innocence of a man entangled in a prostitution sting operation and whether he was proposition the undercover informant with the emoji string in the title in a text message—proceeded by the phrase “Teamwork make dream work”—is interesting to ponder because their seems, without further context, compelling arguments either way.
What do you think? Moving beyond the realm of awkward advances that can quickly become harassment or grounds for infidelity (sometimes an aubergine is just an aubergine), parsing meaning and intent becomes even more fraught as one is asked to judge what’s insulting (💅), threatening or intimidating—confounded by the fact that reception of messages sent as positive or negative is not insignificantly coloured by the forum and platform that one uses.

executive overreach

On this day in 1856, among many other things both great and good, the American Party—isolationists and xenophobic who proudly styled themselves as the “Know-Nothings”—as our faithful chronicler, Doctor Caligari, informs, had their first political convention in Philadelphia and nominated their first campaigner for high office, former president Milliard Fillmore. Discreet to the point of secretive about affiliation and wanting nothing more than to stoke culture wars much like today’s fraught political landscape, it’s worth taking a moment indeed on this of all days to note the similarity between the person of candidate Fillmore and the actor, Alec Baldwin, who portrays (and apparently under threat for doing so) the current national emergency and pretender to the throne with such polish and acumen.