I-Spy with my little Eye

Something which looks like... Georgie (scratching her head) and Patrick (taking photos) at the terribly innovative and interesting Original Cultures Showcase at the Truman Breweries back in March. Oh yeah, that Mojito was soo good!

>> http://www.originalcultures.org/2010/03/editors-blog-ldn-10-the-showcase/

"Adjust the mood to see blog, but also to continue to work, we Come "

Translating my Chinese comments:

Less Jing said ...Adjust the mood to see blog, but also to continue to work, we Come

Do not tell me said ... ^ ^ Thank you for sharing, I wish you a colorful life forever!

touch said ... Toward our goal to go, they will not get lost. ..............................

Mao said ... You can from the outside of the United States to comment on a flower or a butterfly, but you can not to comment on a person ........................... .............

Good-hearted boy said ...One youth died not return, and cause a loss of hard contribution has.

Simple you said ...One youth died not return, and cause a loss of hard contribution has.......

The Hedgehog

I was walking up my street on my way home from work when I kicked something hard on the pavement. THUD.

I looked down and thought it was a football (who'd left one in the middle of the pavement?), only to realise that upon further inspection it was a rather plump hedgehog. I can't recall seeing one before, certainly not one in the wild.

The hedgehog, curled up into its ball, stayed still for a while. Bending down to inspect it closer in the darkness, my bag made a shuffling noise and the hedgehog stirred; I watched it mesmerised for a while; praying that I hadn't hurt it and simultaneously wishing I had my camera. A minute later, it scuttled further down the street into the light of a street lamp where I had opportunity to study it further.

What a beautiful and extraordinary creature. It looked just like the ones I'd seen in cartoons and books, on TV and immortalised in porcelain or wool. Except, this one was all the more special because it was real and right in front of me and I had walked into it (I'm so sorry).

Spending a little more time with it, I then raced inside and got my camera, raced back outside, went back to the spot. It had vanished.

I return men to their correct locations

I put Patrick in his place.

pic by http://www.birdseyesviews.blogspot.com/

this lego thing could get addictive

Wu-Tang Lego: Da Mystery of Chessboxin' from davo on Vimeo.

>...this is best by far!

"When you're still young..."

> A sweet little animation that I co-produced with Adrien aged 10; he's entirely responsible for the action packed content.

I'm sorry...

Ivy, Morden Hall Park

Originally uploaded by REALJimBob.

Waterfall, Morden Hall Park

Originally uploaded by REALJimBob.

>...Morden.

Ostrich-step

Melly and the Ostrich's

As Decks and the City's Melissa Bradshaw has pointed out in this recent blogpost, she and I went to Cyprus for the forthcoming Qvest Edition last week. Asides from some serious reportage on Napa's music scene and the history of the island (including some beef with neighbouring Turkey), we made friends on road with some BIG, BIG BIRDS (and I aint talking about the ones we saw downing fish bowls in Napa central).

Through an amazing performance involving movement of their big big wings and fluttering of their long ol' eye-lashes they silently explained their sadness at having BIG BIG WINGS but no ability to fly :( . *cry!* Poor Ostrich's, we feel your pain and your heartache... just rest in the knowledge that we will be bringing your story to human dancefloors this summer via the OSTRICH STEP, a sort-of progression of Benga's Chicken Step:



Having been SO moved by the lovely Ostrich's, I am currently engaged in intensive studies in the movements of other creatures with useless limbs or vestigial organs... Coming soon to a club near you: The Blind Fish Astyanax Mexicanus Step, Whale-Step (based upon their hind leg bones which they cannot walk with) and The Human Tail Bone Waltz.

recursion ? recursion ? recursion ?

from http://blogversity.com/recruitomatic/category/blogging/

Folk

Folk (fk)
n. pl. folk or folks
1.
a. The common people of a society or region considered as the representatives of a traditional way of life and especially as the originators or carriers of the customs, beliefs, and arts that make up a distinctive culture: a leader who came from the folk.
b. Archaic A nation; a people.
2. Informal People in general. Often used in the plural: Folks around here are very friendly.
3. People of a specified group or kind. Often used in the plural: city folks; rich folk.
4. folks Informal
a. The members of one's family or childhood household; one's relatives.
b. One's parents: My folks are coming for a visit.
adj.
Of, occurring in, or originating among the common people: folk culture; a folk hero.
Idiom:
just folks Informal
Down-to-earth, open-hearted.

. folk - the traditional and typically anonymous music that is an expression of the life of people in a community
ethnic music, folk music

Eyes:



Jeremy Deller and Alan Kane's Folk Archive. Everything from customised cigarette's spray painted by a designer at a nail salon in Walworth Road to Graffiti on Hay Bales in the countryside.



Forthcoming Woofah zine - produced by the marvellous Jon Eden of Uncarved.org


Ears

Durrty Goodz Axiom E.P.

Boom & Pokes show on SUB FM

Adele London

Salt and Blue



Mendicant


Out to all the story tellers.

More about Jeremy Deller in this earlier post Now we know that marxists all listen to dub reggae.

they mostly come out at night... mostly

Barbara Ellen right on point again...

" Blame the Day Nazi's"

out to monahunny

i know a song that will get on your nerves

The Vicious Ladies

http://www.laweekly.com/general/features/flying-high-with-the-vicious-ladies/15404/?page=1

The Art of Losing Things

Lost 2006:

3 phones (stolen)

-"Please leave a message after the tone"
-"Hello george, this is george. Please can you start chaining your mobile to your neck."

1 Camera (during Jamie Woon gig @ Cargo, East LDN) see here

- Photos of Woon gig (@ Cargo, East LDN)
- Photos of Diff'rent Strokes 2nd birthday party (@ Plan B, Brixton the night before)
- An inspiring 17 year old called Maja Jamba (@ Malc Fest, Catford, the weekend before)

Lighters
Socks
Pens

A silver bracelet from Mum (lost whilst carrying a snare drum up a hill in Palace, we'd had an argument the same day.)

Another silver bracelet, a gift from a travelling friend.
Vintage pink leather belt (whereabouts known so therefore a loan to Lost?)

A friend (via telephone). Hopefully also a loan to Lost

A spangley black scarf (a tent at the Secret Garden Party)

A brown paper book of love letters, notes and sketches (Notting Hill Carnival)

White Woollen hat (somewhere in Marseille)

Found 2006:

2 pairs of gold and turquoise Puma's, perfect fit, very comfy. worn on many a dancefloor (last flat in Tulse Hill)

A tenner, put towards a wild/sketchy night at the 414 bar (pavement in Brixton)

Lighters
Socks
Pens (standard)

Pebbles, reminders of people and places (Brighton, Central London)

A strip of negatives (Tulse Hill)

A plastic bead bracelet (South Norwood)

Red Chair that sits in bedroom (found in garden)

Books:

Baby-book with a few pages filled in.
A collection of Hans Christian Anderson stories
"Wet Wet Wet Photo book" (Crystal Palace)

A Silver bracelet pretty much identical to the one from the travelling friend (Train, East Croydon-Victoria).

An Oyster Card with credit (Night bus home from Cargo gig where camera and phone were stolen)

Pink dress (Battersea)

Friends, old and new (dancefloors, kitchens, fields, parks, buses, trains, cars, vans, tents, sofa's)

Swings and roundabouts (Clapham Common).

Outside In

that woman stumbling / dancing/ jumping/ running around Totnes, Croydon, Brixton, Secret Garden Party, Cargo and Carnival, chatting to strangers, friends and stall owners, wearing silly clothes, cheering any reference to South London, drunk and happy, in love with life and with people, sitting on pavements beating tin drumz with bruised palms, singing her heart out, telling off groups of young boys attempting mischief, discussing the finer points of openess with a white dread who's name and age were 'whatever...,' messy, smiling, laughing....

is also the same woman who used to find it really difficult to go anywhere without a camera and even harder to rrrreally let go and party...hahaha, it's fun!!

hope y'all are having an equally colourful summer. if so...celebrate, it aint over yet! hopefully someone will send me some photos of mine, if not, oh well.


Love

8 x

Mum Cuss

Spotted in yesterday's Mirror Newspaper:

"2 LEAFY GREENS

You may have hated the soggy spinach your mum, but served raw it's fresh and tasty. Plus it's packed with folate, a B vitamin that helps keep body cells healthy, prevents anaemia and breaks down homocysteine, an amino acid that increases risk of heart disease."

www.mirror.co.uk

SE19

The Postcodes Project

cutlery

Here's a spork (good for picnics)

and here's blackdown's pitchfork column:


www.pitchforkmedia.com

WRONG

Exsqueeze me? Squeezable Marmite? Wtf?

If it aint a jar that's difficult to get into with a knife, resulting in marmite all over the hands, kitchen, toast then I aint interested. Some traditions have to be preserved.

Glass of dry white Calvin please.

Pigeon Cockney with French Franck (doing his bit for the international community)

Lor' luv a duck! get yahr Claires on, we're runnin' ter east london in search ov a day's cockney educashun fer my french mate franck who 'ad some barney rubble wiv 'an english grumble an' grunt' who tried ter steal 'is posh bottle ov french vino fer a drinkin' game. 10 years as a London resident and he still aint learnt nuffin. That's a bit of a Jaffa... Alright, so there's no actual runnin' involved, just a google search...know what I mean?

Have a Captain Cook at these:


http://www.cockney.co.uk

http://www.cockneyrhymingslang.co.uk

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cockneys



Out to Thierry Henry...