Just had a lovely supper with an old friend in a restaurant in the Emilia Romagna region in Italy. A novel way of presenting a menu – literature classics. I got Tolstoi and she got Shakespeare. The grilled scamorza cheese with honey was very good. As was the swordfish. V. delicate. I also liked the way the wine glasses were placed on the table, lying atop a napkin.
Post dinner we bumped into La Boda, a local transvestite of a certain age. She’s friends with Grace Jones from way back. She bought us some beers whilst she knocked back the camomile! Something to do with Shiva. When I asked what La Boda meant she regaled that it was Spanish or Catalan for “bride” or “wedding”. Quite a character, she is. Wants me to bring her some Stilton the next time I’m around. Her Stilton Macaroni is apparently legendary. Oh, La Boda also means bream, the fish, in another language that I can’t remember. Hilarious! OK. Tipsy. Knackered. Bed. Early flight. LFN
Speaking of “gerontophilia”, I came across this website that lists all the “-philias”: www.word.info. An interesting read…
chrematistophilia, chrematistophily: A sexual perversion in which the necessary condition is that the relationship with the partner be on a monetary basis: the partner must charge the “client” or otherwise force him or her to pay for sex, or must “rob” or “blackmail” him or her.The term is sometimes broadened to include sellers as well as clients, e.g. “compulsive” hustlers, prostitutes, and sexual blackmailers [so long as such activity is needed for their own sexual arousal and is not just their way of making money].
chromulithophile, chromulithophilist: A collector of music-title pages.
And my favourites_
cisoriaphilist: A collector of scissors.
clyvesophile, clyvesophily: A collector of mugs.
Hilarious. HAPPY VALENTINE’s Day
Totally random, again. I guess you’ve worked out by now that I like random things. No need for explanation. I just like ’em_
Ok, this is just plain wrong. Je suis a little bit pissed maintenant so why I’m blogging I have no idea. In the vein of my recent mannequin fixation I’ve been saving this one for last_
Not many people might know of a late 70’s tragi-flick involving plastic surgery and new identities called “Fedora” – there’s a post in that, I tell you – but this little lady reminds me of it. She is actually a mannequin, her head constructed 15 years ago out of wadding by my adopted modelista grand mama… Over the years, her and the girls in the ateliér thought it would be quite funny to customise this rather unusual piece of head work. You see, she comes in v.handy when trying to fit a hood. Why not add lips, a pair of sunglasses and a protuberant nose? Perfect nonsense. Isn’t she… lovely?
Last year’s Le Book arrived in a cardboard box that had this on it. Random, I know_
I was just walking home in the snow when I saw this by the side of a van. Random, I know, but me likey. Accidental Font.
Le Fist has been a trifle busy as of late.
No, I haven’t been busy doing that… but Mes Wrists have been working hard, let’s just say. Got a few posts in the pipeline, so to speak. Wink wink. This doesn’t make sense at all, does it?
OK, we all get a bit of spam mail. They’re demon seed; evil things that clog up your inbox. Usually, they’re from Nigerian “bankers” promising untold riches if you surrender your personal details. Yeah, right.
This one just came though and has a different slant:
Dear Future Saint,
Thank you for all your hard work and giving so much of your time and love to this needy world. Please forgive the SPAM. Jesus might ask me at my judgment why didn’t you send e-mails. Unrepented parents are truly “the poorest of the poor” when abortion strikes. Contaception is a grave sin and is the root of abortion. Please take a look at [OMITTED WEBSITE – stem the madness so to speak] and the attachment.
Repenting is the answer.
Stem cell God bless you.
And you too, mate.
This is not for the faint of heart i must warn you…
mid grey //02b- GRY
You see, colour coding’s my thing. This obsession started quite early with my grouping of my Lego© bricks by colour as a child. I’m not joking. There was no turning back from colour coding. Once you start… I am helpless in its grip, powerless…
After organizing my sizeable CD collection by colour (to beautiful effect, I might add), my wardrobe, the crockery, my books and the spice cupboard I was running out of new victims for this Serial Organizer in me… And then one day I had an idea… I wonder if there is a way I could colour code my iTunes music library? The rewards would be unimaginable! This would be my greatest feat so far. Over 10,000 songs, thousands of album artwork covers to grade and organise by colour… I set to work. It took me about 2 months but I did it.
Instructions [Maybe pop the kettle on and have a cuppa before proceeding and think things through carefully]
1. Scroll down the “View” menu and click on the “grouping” box.
2. Grab a pen and piece of paper. Design and code your colour chart. This bit’s entirely up to you. Mine goes like this: 01-Wht, 02a-Gry (pale grey), 02b-Gry (mid grey), 02c-Gry (dark grey), 03-Blk… and then colours. I told you this was a labour of love… Beiges, taupes and browns are a nightmare!
3. Trawl through library selecting albums that fit a certain colour code whilst holding down the command key (speeds up the process – think of it as bulk buying) Then press the command and i keys for the information panel to come up. Type in the relevant code in the grouping section. The computer will learn that code so you don’t have to type the whole code every time. Things will begin to take shape depending on the size of your library. Never said this would be easy.
P.S. Don’t forget to update new purchases etc. And for those pesky album covers that defy categorization I created a “multi” code. It actually works quite well. All that chaotic colour confined to one place. Very nice.