my precious: a brilliant equation of the One Ring to the allures of technology
love token #9: a look at Victorian forget-me-nots for Valentine’s Day
i-spy: nickle-tour of some of the grandiloquent bastions of espionage
reboot: how the TV show Friends might look today
reaction faces: dramatic gesticulations from a nineteenth century guide
Thursday, 12 February 2015
five-by-five
catagories: ๐, ๐บ, antiques, myth and monsters
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
unionists and publicans
Writing for the Spectator, columnist Mary Dejevsky has found a more apt, although much more uncomfortable, analogy for the tension and territorial integrity that’s no rarified metaphor or theoretical matter triangulated among Russia, Ukraine and the Crimean peninsula.
Rather than resorting to popular but inhibiting comparisons to Nazi aggression or Czarist Russia, Dejevsky suggests a more contemporary parallel to another triad composed of Ireland and Britain and the creation of Northern Ireland. The correlation is of course not a perfect fit either, history being untidy, but I believe that by avoiding abstractions that strip away civility and humanity and making matters more personal (the UK certainly would not have tolerated any meddling in these internal affairs), one is better outfitted with the vocabulary to talk about matters, even if the received-language is already chilling enough in one direction.
pins and needles
five-by-five

cyrus virus: begging to be noticed is ruining everything authentic
PR’s PR award: Sigmund Freud’s nephew invented marketing, calling it propaganda
coรถp: there is a small collectivist community in Andalusia described as a peaceful utopia
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
maybe that’s the cave plato warned us about
A not insignificant portion of ascribers don’t even realise that this service is even just a selective mask for that cyber substrate that’s walled off and out of their price-range. Maybe some believe that the messy, unknown internet they’ve heard of is a playground of privilege and can make do with what they’re filtered—after all, all their friends and family are famous here, whereas the wider internet takes no notice of them. Maybe it is better than having no foothold and people may eventually discover all things behind the scenes or as expounded rather eloquently, maybe we all just become serfs and sharecroppers for a single magnate and mogul. One only knows what one is exposed to, especially during the impressionable onset, and ideas, policy, and credibility—not only fashion and commerce—fall prostrate to what’s liked.