adventures in heideland

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If Pantone brewed beer… 

Helaas, only a concept design. 
Link: Dutch Cowgirls

If Pantone brewed beer…

Helaas, only a concept design.
Link: Dutch Cowgirls

Does your cat hate Vladimir Putin? Then these are the very items for you!

usvsth3m:

This scratch post is a mere snip at £4,500 grand

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The litter tray is more in our price range at £3

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The products are made to help fundraise for The Pussy Cat Riot campaign run by IP hiding VPN softwaresmiths hidemyass.com

They clearly think that cyber censorship is a cat-ass-trophy

So much YES.

geekymerch:

These awesome Van Gogh keyboard decals can be found at Edward Stickerhands on Etsy!

So beautiful. Wish they were an overlay rather than stickers; even so, very cool.

Starbuck, of late I’ve felt strangely moved to thee; ever since that hour we both saw—thou know’st what, in one another’s eyes. But in the matter of the whale, be the front of thy face to me as the palm of this hand–a lipless, unfeatured blank.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale [Ch. 134: The Chase—Second Day]

An ongoing list of things I didn’t expect while reading Moby-Dick:

16) Ahab shows Starbuck the hand.

A mere two weeks left in our Moby-Dick summer read-a-long. The Pequod has had far better luck encountering other whale-ships than in encountering the White Whale.
Thus far:
Ch. 52: the Albatross
Ch. 54: the Town-Ho (as related at The Gam)
Ch. 71: the Jeroboam
Ch. 81: the Virgin (Jungfrau)
Ch. 91: the Rose Bud
Ch. 100: the Samuel Enderby of London
Ch. 115: the Bachelor

Will we ever see the White Whale? Only 7 pages (6-1/2 now) left in my Moby-Notebook!

A mere two weeks left in our Moby-Dick summer read-a-long. The Pequod has had far better luck encountering other whale-ships than in encountering the White Whale.

Thus far:

  • Ch. 52: the Albatross
  • Ch. 54: the Town-Ho (as related at The Gam)
  • Ch. 71: the Jeroboam
  • Ch. 81: the Virgin (Jungfrau)
  • Ch. 91: the Rose Bud
  • Ch. 100: the Samuel Enderby of London
  • Ch. 115: the Bachelor

Will we ever see the White Whale? Only 7 pages (6-1/2 now) left in my Moby-Notebook!

A lost land-bird of strange plumage strays on board, and is made a captive: out of clean shaved rods of right-whale bone, and cross-beams of sperm whale ivory, the carpenter makes a pagoda-looking cage for it. An oarsman sprains his wrist: the carpenter concocts a soothing lotion. Stubb longs for vermillion stars to be painted upon the blade of his every oar: screwing each oar in his big vice of wood, the carpenter symmetrically supplies the constellation. A sailor takes a fancy to wear shark-bone ear-rings: the carpenter drills his ears. Another has the toothache: the carpenter out pincers, and clapping one hand upon his bench bids him be seated there; but the poor fellow unmanageably winces under the unconcluded operation; whirling round the handle of his wooden vice, the carpenter signs him to clip his jaw in that, if he would have him draw the tooth.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale [Ch. 107: The Carpenter]

An ongoing list of things I didn’t expect while reading Moby-Dick:

15) The amazing versatility of a ship’s carpenter: from prosthetic legs to birdcages; from pierced ears to basic dentistry.

It’s Friday. So I’m just going to carefully set this right here. Via Atlas Obscura

His accent is a strange thing—it seems not issue from a specific place but instead is ladled up from a transoceanic stew of dictions and impediments.
S (Ship of Theseus), J.J. Abrams & D. Dorst (V.M. Straka)
August reading is “S” (The Ship of Theseus by V.M. Straka) by J.J. Abrams & Doug Dorst, w/ some other literary minded folks. Was all set to start a reading notebook, as I like to do w/ these projects, but then I got to thinking [dangerous, I know].

“S” is a book intended as a physical object. Matter of fact, “S” is so purposely physical, it is nothing if not a celebration of the physicality of all books. 

After I’d removed the shrink-wrap, and broken the seal on the slipcase, there was no going back to “mint condition in its original packaging” state for this lovely book object. So why *not* take things further? Eric and Jennifer filled “their” found copy of The Ship of Theseus w/ marginalia, notes, and bits of flotsam and jetsam. Why not simply add my scribblings to MY book? 

And then perhaps, one day, I’ll loan it out to you for yours.

August reading is “S” (The Ship of Theseus by V.M. Straka) by J.J. Abrams & Doug Dorst, w/ some other literary minded folks. Was all set to start a reading notebook, as I like to do w/ these projects, but then I got to thinking [dangerous, I know].

“S” is a book intended as a physical object. Matter of fact, “S” is so purposely physical, it is nothing if not a celebration of the physicality of all books.

After I’d removed the shrink-wrap, and broken the seal on the slipcase, there was no going back to “mint condition in its original packaging” state for this lovely book object. So why *not* take things further? Eric and Jennifer filled “their” found copy of The Ship of Theseus w/ marginalia, notes, and bits of flotsam and jetsam. Why not simply add my scribblings to MY book?

And then perhaps, one day, I’ll loan it out to you for yours.

"De balena vero sufficit, si rex habeat caput, et regina caudam."

"Latin from the books of the Laws of England, which taken along with the context, means, that of all whales captured by anybody on the coast of that land, the King, as Honorary Grand Harpooner, must have the head, and the Queen be respectfully presented with the tail."

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale [Ch. 90: Heads or Tails]

An ongoing list of things I didn’t expect while reading Moby-Dick:

14) Um, dudes? The Royal Fish law is STILL in practice in the UK.

(Srsly. Who knew!)

As for the sons and daughters they beget, why, those sons and daughters must take care of themselves; at least, with only the maternal help. For like certain other omnivorous roving lovers that might be named, my Lord Whale has no taste for the nursery, however much for the bower; and so, being a great traveller, he leaves his anonymous babies all over the world; every baby an exotic.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale [Ch. 88: Schools and Schoolmasters

An ongoing list of things I didn’t expect while reading Moby-Dick:

13) whale baby-daddies

(Who knew!)