September 19, 2014

In which I draft a post based entirely on this.

Fact: Sir LOLivier is tha serious hotnissss in this. Such excellent posture, so emotionally distant!
Fact: I once* visited a foreign city in which I had previously lived for eleven months and checked into my hotel but knew I was about to run out of reading material. Because it is GERMANY where it’s like this I knew the English-language bookstore near the Uni closed at six. I got on the U-Bahn at 5.40p, took it two stops, then miraculously knew in which direction I needed to platform-clog-sprint to land me almost at its front door.** I bought Rebecca and spent a delicious weekend roaming and reading and buying nice German things I could not afford back when I was a scholarship-receiving, student-loan-burdened Studentin.
Fact: I read Gone Girl for my job*** last year and could not stop reading it. I would literally set a timer and work two hours, then read another 50 pages. This went on for at least two and possibly three days.
Fact: Rosamund Pike was terrific in An Education.
Fact: Ben Affleck is a joke. The real tragedy? That his brother’s acting is so blatantly superior. Casey Affleck can make even a crap movie tolerable. And when the material’s good and he has to suffer under his tool@ss card-counter brother’s direction he still fails to phone it in, as his brother does every single time on cam.
Fact: One of the VERYFIRSTTHINGS I did between finals and WSU’s undergrad commencement was buy a copy of Jane Freaking Eyre. I remember how thrilling it was to think: From now on I can read whatever I want. For ever and ever! I still read Rebecca every few years because it’s just so perfect.

*It happened on this trip.
**I think this is what the yoga people call muscle memory.
***lol.

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Ivan Endogurov
George Monastery (Cape Fiolent). Oil on canvas. Irkutsk Regional Art Museum

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Ivan Endogurov

George Monastery (Cape Fiolent). Oil on canvas. Irkutsk Regional Art Museum

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September 18, 2014

Retro Thursday, Scotland Week.

Great song, great band, terrible vids. This one isn’t even their worst.

September 17, 2014
Live coverage here.

Live coverage here.

The best movie with urban Edinburgh architecture in a supporting role.

September 15, 2014

Scotland Week Continues Toward a Thrilling Referendal Potential Pivot!
More on border/public art. From here.

Still enthralled by this.

From here. 
More about the wall here.

(Pic: Murdo Macleod/Guardian)

From here.
More about the wall here.

(Pic: Murdo Macleod/Guardian)

September 14, 2014
Poor Dolly! She’s stuffed and on view here.
Photo from here.

(Pic: Murdo Macleod/Guardian)

Poor Dolly! She’s stuffed and on view here.
Photo from here.

(Pic: Murdo Macleod/Guardian)

September 13, 2014

The deal with Scotland? OIL.

September 12, 2014
The Knap of Howar, built c. 5,500 years ago.

Not just the oldest extant residential structure in Scotland, but in all of northern Europe.

(Pic from here.)

The Knap of Howar, built c. 5,500 years ago.

Not just the oldest extant residential structure in Scotland, but in all of northern Europe.

(Pic from here.)

September 11, 2014

Retro Thursday, Scotland Week.

September 10, 2014
Announcing Scotland Week!

Ahead of this I will attempt to mine my vast trove of useless knowledge to provide as much irrelevant detail as possible in the coming days. 

Pictured above: the Dumfrieshire pile of the Viscounts Drumlanrig, a few of whom were barking mad. In celebrations/quasi-riots following the 1707 Act of Union*, the violent young son of the 2nd Earl of Queensberry—a key figure in controversial Act—managed to escape the cell built to confine him in the basement of Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh and was discovered in the palace kitchen roasting a scullion boy over a spit. A later Earl of Queensberry wrote up the boxing rules that carry his name and was involved in the ruinous legal case that felled Oscar Wilde.

The SmugB!tch knows all this because she wrote this.

*More about that here.

Announcing Scotland Week!

Ahead of this I will attempt to mine my vast trove of useless knowledge to provide as much irrelevant detail as possible in the coming days.

Pictured above: the Dumfrieshire pile of the Viscounts Drumlanrig, a few of whom were barking mad. In celebrations/quasi-riots following the 1707 Act of Union*, the violent young son of the 2nd Earl of Queensberry—a key figure in controversial Act—managed to escape the cell built to confine him in the basement of Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh and was discovered in the palace kitchen roasting a scullion boy over a spit. A later Earl of Queensberry wrote up the boxing rules that carry his name and was involved in the ruinous legal case that felled Oscar Wilde.

The SmugB!tch knows all this because she wrote this.

*More about that here.

September 8, 2014