I may have been uhtceare this morning, but it didn’t become dysania. Perhaps it may have been if I was also grufeling. There are apropos words to bring back and Buzzfeed can tell you all about it: 19 Long-Lost Historical Words You Absolutely Need In Your Life
I am perfecting the state of being in complete control of my media inputs. We have a USB drive for the car with a curated mix. We have no cable and instead rely on subscribed to Roku channels to bring us commercial free selected content. Aaannnddd, I’ve been really successful to the detriment of knowing what is going on in popular media culture.
The Pudding has made a fabulous thing that teases my need for some kind of popular music connection and my love of maps at the same time: a map of the world with the #1 songs of January. Go explore and listen now! We will be together separately with our ears!
So, it looks like in 2017 I finished a few big projects, which is good, but neglected to share much regular doodlin, which is bad. Here’s the gist of my 2017:
“When I get my fams on the cunning shaver who left me with this fakement, I’ll annoint him with the oil of gladness.”
OR: ‘When I get my hands on the cheat who left me with this forgery, I will beat him to a pulp.’
Let’s break it down:
FAMS: Hands. Famble cheats; rings or gloves.
CUNNING SHAVER: a sharp fellow, one that trims close, i.e. cheats ingeniously
FAKEMENT: A counterfeit signature. A forgery. Tell the macers to mind their fakements; desire the swindlers to be careful not to forge another person’s signature.
OIL OF GLADNESS: I will anoint you with the oil of gladness; ironically spoken for, I will beat you.
-all from the 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue by Francis Grose
La Befana is my new favorite winter holiday figure; somehow it is not surprising that across the world, Italy would be the country to have a benevolent winter holiday witch. Over at GoEuro there is a tidy little article on Christmas traditions around the world.
Aaaaaaaaaand, Spain has a seriously strange and hilarious tradition of feeding a log with a painted face until Christmas and then children beating all the ‘poo’ (presents) out of it on Christmas eve. I kind of want to see the kids in action. I think I wouldn’t be able to stop laughing.
Invariably, when I shop for clothes I always come up with ideas for clothes that I’d like to find, but cannot.
Richard Dadd was in a psychiatric institution when he painted the Fairy Fellers Master Stroke over the course of nine years. The painting is remarkable for the layering technique that lends the figures a type of bas relief. In 1865, after stopping work on, what he considered, the unfinished painting, he wrote a poem that accompanies it called “Elimination of a Picture & its Subject – called The Fellers’ Master Stroke.”
The poem, and the painting really, give me the impression that there is a secret communicated within that is yet to be uncovered. Perhaps it does this to a lot of people, since it does hold a secret in The Witches of Chiswick by Robert Rankin – one of many pieces of literature that refer to it.