February 3, 2010
January 31, 2007
Clocks, calendars, timetables and guidebooks assure us: there is order to things. You can tell the time, organise your days, plan your weeks, cultivate your garden, plot your travels. Reality rules!
In Dr Clock’s absurd world, on the contrary, things are not always what the seem. Logic leads to surprise, paradox reigns with looking-glass rules, things slide quickly from the sublime to the ridiculous. It’s a world turned upside down and back to front. And it all makes perfect sense.
I highly recommend this book!
January 18, 2007
The weather in London is not currently like this. In fact it is quite foul. But on La Gomera, the second smallest of the Canary Islands off the left side of Africa, it is beautiful for most of the year. The temperature hovers around a most pleasant 22. Kind of like Hawaii for Europeans. As a result it is full of said Europeans trying to excape the foulness of winter and find some sunshine. I am so happy that we went there over Christmas: we also spent a few days on Tenerife, but I won’t sadden you with tales of thoughtless development, sprawling shopping malls and lobsterish hordes. If you do go to the Canaries, La Gomera is really worth while – peaceful and beautiful. We stayed in Valle Gran Rey, apparently an ex-hippie hangout, and there are still some organic food suppliers and fire/juggling/performers on the beach at sunset.
It was wonderful to see stars again (natural ones, not manufactured celebs that you may or may not see in London), and no sirens. For a whole week. Just the sounds of goat bells and roosters and waves.
Travel tip: take gravol – there is a long ferry ride that can be quite rough, and the roads are well maintained but hairpin bends are plentiful.
late but happy new year wishes
November 7, 2006
The bride, an eight-month-old shih tzu called Muffin – arrived for the ceremony at London’s Harrods department store in a horse-drawn carriage, dressed in a white frock and veil. She and her groom, a two-and-a-half-year-old bichon frisé named Timmy – were married before a group of guests at an event costing up to £3,500.
Perhaps the bridesmaid looked like this:
For more dog outfits, see Tinkerbell’s Closet
And in case the cat is feeling left out, there is always the Japanese Taylor for cats
Of course it is always reassuring to know how George Bush feels about things:
Bush has expressed his belief that marriage ought to be reserved for heterosexuals: human heterosexuals. Bush is vehemently opposed to any wedding involving animals, including but not limited to monkeys, cats, parakeets, Gambian rats, zebras, donkeys, elephants, birds and/or bees and gerbils.
Well, what more is there to say?
November 5, 2006
Today is Guy Fawkes here in England – It celebrates the failure of the Gunpowder Plot, in which a group of Catholic conspirators attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament in London on the evening of 5 November 1605, when the Protestant King James I (James VI of Scotland) was within its walls.
Halloween passes by very quietly here in London from what i’ve seen – no bevvies of littlies dressed in sheets or mandarin outfits going round for candies, no pumpkins on porches and no fancy dress for older kids (other than the bog standard black goth gear that is always to be seen around Camden any day of the year).
Guy Fawkes night is the main celebration at this time of year, with fireworks and bonfires lit in all the main parks tonight, the 5th of November. I find it interesting to see how the Celtic festival of Samhain, the festival to mark the end of summer and the final harvest, has changed and mutated to result on the one hand in the north American pop culture version of Halloween and on the other to a celebration of historical religious and political rebellion.
The celtic roots of this time still show through though, much like eggs at easter. I was intrigued to see that the word bonfire originally came from the Gaelic word “bone fire” …. Anyone for a spot of burning?
September 26, 2006
September 20, 2006
Wide awake at 4:30 am, the joys of jetlag. Although my new resolution is to avoid intercontinental travel, it is so wonderful to be home, even for just a little while. Vancouver is one of the most beautiful places in the world to me. Not just because of friends and family, but the land itself feels so vast. Human intervention here is relatively small, and even in the heart of downtown Vancouver, you are only half an hour away from the silvery seas and crouching mountains of the North Shore.
It is so different from the dirty grey metropolis of London, where you have to travel for hours just to get a glimpse of a few fields. I’m sure that there is some wildness in England, but I am far more aware of thousands of years of cultivation and containment
As a woman who loves her espresso and pesto and truffle oil, I have no desire to actually live in the wilderness, but I do love to know it’s there, to have space to breathe and dream and feed my being. No wonder Vancouver was the birthplace of Greenpeace