Saturday

Tuesday

THE ORBISON CONSOLATIONS


Only
the lonely
Know the way you feel tonight?
Surely the poorly
Have
some insight?
Oddly, the godly
Also might,
And slowly the lowly
Will learn to read you right.

Simply the pimply
Have some idea.
Quaintly the saintly
Have got quite near.
Quickly the sickly
Empathise
And prob'ly the knobbly
Look deep into your eyes.

Rumly, the comely
Will understand.
Shortly the portly
Will take your hand.
Early the surly
Dispraised and panned,
But lately the stately
Have joined your saraband.

Only the lonely
Know the way you feel tonight?
Singly the tingly
Conceive your plight,
But doubly the bubbly
Fly your kite...

And lastly the ghastly
Know the way you feel tonight.


Kit Wright

Saturday

notorious egg collector #72


Colin Watson's prey was precious, rare and hidden in dangerous places. And on a windy afternoon this week his risk-taking finally caught up with him.  

While a friend watched in horror, Watson, 63, lost his grip on the slender trunk of a 12-metre (40ft) larch tree he had climbed to check out yet another unusual bird's nest.

The former power station worker tumbled to the ground in woods in south Yorkshire, a region where collectors have often played hide-and-seek with police. Paramedics arrived soon afterwards but the father-of-three had suffered massive injuries and was declared dead at the scene.  

"This is a very tragic incident, but Colin Watson's misuse of his great knowledge was also a tragedy," said Grahame Madge of the RSPB yesterday. "He undoubtedly knew more about birds than many of our own people, but his egg collecting put the very species he hunted in danger. It was in the true sense of the word a perversion of expertise and talent."  

Watson worked as a maintenance man in the big power stations that line the M62 between Ferrybridge and Drax. The scale of his obsession was revealed in 1985 when the RSPB raided the home he shared with his disabled son near Selby, and found more than 2,000 eggs, including those of golden eagles and ospreys.

The Guardian (UK)

May 27 2006

Friday

Peter Falk



the only one of Shakespeare's sonnets that makes sense when the lines are read in reverse order


So long lives this, and this gives life to thee, 
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see: 
 
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, 
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, 
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, 
But thy eternal summer shall not fade  

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; 
And every fair from fair sometimes declines, 
And often is his gold complexion dimmed; 
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,  

And summer's lease hath all too short a date: 
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Wednesday

The Eating Habits of Marlon Brando, Part Two


His second wife Movita, who had a lock put on their refrigerator to stop pilfering by what she thought was the household staff, awoke one morning to find the lock broken and teeth marks on a round of cheese. The maid told her that Brando nightly raided the fridge. Movita also related how he often drove down to hot dog stands late at night, wolfing down as many as six at a time.

via IMDB bio

Tuesday

The Witt Library, Courtauld Institute of Art, London



The Eating Habits of Marlon Brando, Part One


The Men (1950) co-star Richard Erdman claimed Brando's diet circa 1950 consisted "mainly of junk food, usually take-out Chinese or peanut butter, which he consumed by the jarful." By the mid-1950s he was renowned for eating boxes of Mallomars and cinnamon buns, washing them down with a quart of milk.

Close friend Carlo Fiore wrote that during the '50s and early '60s, Brando went on crash diets before his films commenced shooting, but when he lost his willpower, he would eat huge breakfasts consisting of corn flakes, sausages, eggs, bananas and cream, and a huge stack of pancakes drenched in syrup. Fiore was detailed by producers to drag him out of coffee shops.

via IMDB bio

Sunday

mixology


WHITE RUSSIAN: Equal parts Vodka and Kahlua. Add (cream/half and half/milk). Rocks.  

BLACK RUSSIAN: 2 parts Vodka, 2 parts Kahlua. Rocks.  

DIRTY RUSSIAN: 1 part Vodka, 1 part Irish Cream, 1 part Kahlua. Chill in a tumbler.  

WHITE TRASH RUSSIAN: “You take a bottle of Yoo-hoo, drink half, then fill it with vodka and enjoy.”