manifesto: January 2008

There is a light (and it never goes out)

Well the Buskers have gone. Adios. I think juggling is soporific, but big loves to the gymnast and contortionists - you rule pretzel people and elastogirls.

La Carmina, the Gothic Lolita blog, has a posting on Marten Baas's Gothic burned furniture.

SS and I were discussing the merits of the song Ode to Billy Joe by Bobbie Gentry. We were listening to a cover version by Sinead O'Connor. Which led on to trying to remember another sinister song about "down by the river" etc etc. Turns out we were thinking of this classic: "Hazard" by Richard Marx.

I have a theory - BURIAL = ROBBIE WILLIAMS. Possible??

Tuberose might just be the sexiest flower evah evah:

Tuberose signifies death, danger and pleasure. It's slippery and ragged, glamorous and wild beyond measure, with not a skerrick of modesty. It's the Francisco Goya of fragrance, like reading Charles Baudelaire or drinking aged sauternes. Roja Dove, a British perfume specialist, noted in The Independent newspaper that, "Tuberose is the most carnal of the floral notes. It smells like very, very hot flesh after you've had sex - that's the bottom line."

Egads.

Labels: interior design, music, perfume

Believe the Hype

I tend to play around with new web sites and trickeries, some stick, some don't (bye bye Myspace, sorry Library Thing - too many books, too little time, and too much of a desire to do quality cataloguing). But here is one that is going to STICK. The goddess Tulip Black has hooked me up with The Hype Machine. It "tracks a variety of MP3 blogs. If a post contains MP3 links, it adds those links to its database and displays them on the front page". So you can track new music, artists, etc.

I've added a widget in the right hand navigation so I can see what music is good.

And in the wonderfully web like nature of the web, I ended up on My Old Kentucky Blog, delving into their cover version project. All roads lead to Kate Bush. Specially the ones you run up.

Labels: music