plane-spotting

Hurricane Irma is still unleashing her wrath and is leaving a path of destruction in her wake including the famed Maho Beach of Sint Maarten, where visitors could formerly watch the aircraft take-off and land on the nearby runway of the Princess Juliana International Airport. Directly under the flight path of aircraft, airliners passed just thirty metres overhead but the spectacle was not without its dangers and risk to observers.

stop the presses

Though sometimes expository headlines and news segments in film can make for lazy story-telling, we’re rather enamoured with Movie Heds, introduced to us by the always marvellous Nag on the Lake. We’re given the license to reclaim our fake news as a narrative arc by pausing to appreciate the layout and formatting that’s gone into fictional copy-editing.

carriage return

Serendipitously, coming across this article in Amusing Planet about the green cabmen’s shelters of London that date back to one particularly blustery morning in 1875 when no cabs could be hailed as all the drivers were hunkered down in a pub (absent any other place to go without leaving their horses unattended) and in no mood to brave the elements keyed us onto what this grey structure might be that we pass downtown on a regular basis.
To remedy the situation and to discourage drink-driving, a group of philanthropists commissioned the building of sheds scattered throughout the city that could house (rather trans-dimensionally, like another London street icon) a dozen drivers and was equipped with a full-kitchen with subsidised meals. Thirteen out of sixty-one original shelters remain and are still in operation and the exclusive reserve of taxi drivers. If Wiesbaden ever had such a hide-away for cabbies, it’s certainly no longer accommodating. See a gallery of the little buildings plus take a peek inside at the link up top.

grace and favour

Writing for The Calvert Journal, Dasha Shkurpela’s meditation on the Russian country cottage, the dacha, and its place in society and in cultural currency was a really enthralling essay to read—especially in contrast to the Brutalist, Communist architecture that seems to inform our ideas about the Soviet era and its antecedents.
These summer estates date back to czarist times and has in the terms etymology (from to give) its connotations of preference with the government—though those beneficiaries were expected to develop the allotment surrounding their gifted residents and were obliged to elevate the serfs that worked them. While the Soviet revolution sought to undo the landed gentry, the institution of the dacha remained—retaining it fealty as well. Distinguished figures called номенклату́ра (nomenklatura—Latin for a list of names, careerists) were bestowed with not necessarily cottages or manors but cooperatives to take under their patronage and beautify. Ownership of property (lots of land) was of course in principle forbidden but the buildings on it could be embellished, exchanged or sold by workers in the institution that managed the estate—leading to a litany of zoning laws that aimed to prevent these countryside get-away destinations anything more than a weekend haven—much like the German notion of having a Gartenstadt reservation inside urban areas where city-dwellers might be able to have a party shed and a small plot for vegetables. The society that was building these retreats as an escape from the industrialisation of the cities and what became of them after the collapse of the USSR bears out a lot to reflect on and is a lens that brings one’s relationship to space, creation and exchange into sharper focus.

incidental music

We enjoyed this appreciation of not only of the musical stylings of Edvard Grieg but how the snatches of sound and motifs have thoroughly inundated popular culture—resounding especially through the composer’s accompaniment to the stage play Peer Gynt by Henrik Ibsen, nearly on par with the Strum und Drang of Richard Wagner. Although one might not be able to name or attribute In the Hall of the Mountain King or Morning Mood (Morgenstemning—and we agree it’s funny to call any song a mood), all those works are instantly recognisable, evocative and indulgent.

4x4

demon-haunted world: the inscrutable internet of things conspires to keep us from knowing its secrets

box car: the machine-readable bar-code had its origins with freight trains

forge and foundry: the creation and destruction of one of the world’s loveliest typefaces, Doves Press

mechnotherapie: gym-culture in the late nineteenth century

strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is actually a pretty good basis for a system of government

Via Dave Log we learn that whilst trying to escape the oppressive heat vacationing in Cornwall, a young maiden named Matilda went wading in Dozmary Pool and recovered a four-foot long sword—the same place that tradition holds King Arthur returned his blade Excalibur to the Lady of the Lake after being mortally wounded and before being taken off to Avalon. Suspicions that the sword is not authentic and could perhaps be a film prop or a gift left in homage and probably does not confer regency has not detracted from the excitement of finding the artefact.