Molesworth tweets
For anyone on Twitter (to which I am new) the best treat available is @reelmolesworth who seems also to be fairly new, but should be followed at once.
For anyone on Twitter (to which I am new) the best treat available is @reelmolesworth who seems also to be fairly new, but should be followed at once.
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Marvellous news, fans of Serge Gainsbourg (which would be everyone, I hope). The trailer is out for the biopic: Gainsbourg: Vie Heroique which comes out at the end of January. I cannot wait. I may have to go to Paris that weekend. Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais...
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Don't you love ampersands? & the excuse which facebook, twitter, blogging & other forms of informality have given us to use them? What once seemed affectation, brought on by an excess of William Carlos Williams & ee cummings, is now OK, because everyone does it. But we know WHY we do it. We were here first. We love its slinky shape, its vague Victoriana, its hazy hipness. We never overused it when it might have looked mannered, because it might have looked mannered. Just as we couldn't use lower case because edwin estlin cummings got there first. But we always wanted to. & now the web has freed us. But everyone else is doing it. Does that matter?
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02:19
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Labels: ampersands, ee cummings, social networks, type, typography
I see that President Obama has appointed Anna Wintour to a panel on the arts. Reassuring for us all, I'm sure.
But it's a nice way to mark her 60th birthday, which is today.
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20:08
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Labels: 60th birthday, anna wintour, arts panel, barack obama, november 3, vogue
I see that Coleen Rooney has been delivered of a son, Kai Wayne Rooney. The Times reports that Kai means "Rejoice!" in Finnish. Perhaps it does. It also reports Welsh, Greek and Hawaiian origins. Well, in Welsh I imagine it is simply a variant of "Kay", though you'd spell it Cai; in Greek it means "and" (ktl, kai ta leipomena or kai ta loipa, is the swankier, Greek, equivalent of etc, et cetera: "and the rest"). In Hawaii it is said to refer to the ocean. There seems to be a nautical theme: the word "quay" is related, actually, to the Estonian Kai, which also occurs in Basque and some Germanic dialects, and means "pier". Oddly, it means 'ocean" or "sea" in Japanese as well
But what of the the rest of the East? There was Chiang Kai Shek, after all, and the vogue for Chinese tattoos amongst footballists may have influenced the choice. It tends to be associated with silk there, but silk's flowing qualities, which might be water-like. It also just means "open" or "victory". On the other hand, in Scandinavian mythology, it is a name for the earth, while in Navaho it means "willow", in Maori it means "food" and in Yoruba it means "love".
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If you're born on this day, you have the power to curse people. As presumably, the following people could: the diarist John Evelyn, the snivelling Cockney versifier John Keats, the dictator and mass-murderer Chaing Kai-Shek, the jockey and novelist Dick Francis, the pornographic photographer Helmut Newton, Barbara Bel Geddes ("Miss Ellie" in Dallas), the weirdo Jimmy Savile, the American broadcaster Dan Rather, the physicist Paul Frampton, the hippy detective novelist Kinky Friedman, the inept and unfathomably fashionable architect Zaha Hadid, Johnny Marr, the guitarist for The Smiths, and the former editor of The Daily Telegraph and biographer of Margaret Thatcher, St Charles Moore.
And Vanilla Ice.
There must be something in astrology, surely.
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Labels: astrology is rubbish, birthdays, famous people, hallowe'en, october 31
You can't step out the house these days without being photographed. As someone points out. Here I am in, I think, pictures six and nine. What I made of it can be read in the Wall Street Journal Europe, a link to which I'll build in when it appears.
Later: Which would be here.
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15:59
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Labels: Andrew McKie; damien hirst; the guardian; wall street journal europe