129. How To Eat

A regular spot to share some ideas about what’s good and what’s not on the interwebthingy. But, you know, it’s your life, so feel free to agree, disagree or ignore what follows.

What caught my attention last week

Protest Drone

Drones are the evil surveillance state keeping an eye on you, right? Not always.

Whether you support, oppose or are simply watching the Occupy Central protests in Hong Kong, this video shot on 28 September gives a stunning, beautiful view of what’s happening. Citizen journalism has never looked so good.

Looking at Art

Philip Kennicott, the Washington Post’s Art and Architecthure critic, has some advice on how to get the most out of galleries and museums:

  1. Take time
  2. Seek silence
  3. Study up
  4. Engage memory
  5. Accept contradiction

One of the most deceptive promises made by our stewards of culture over the past half century is: You don’t need to know anything to enjoy art. This is true only in the most limited sense. Yes, art can speak to us even in our ignorance. But there’s a far more powerful truth: Our response to art is directly proportional to our knowledge of it. In this sense, art is the opposite of popular entertainment, which becomes more insipid with greater familiarity.

Note to MrsDavy: all of this (except the ‘seek silence’) is true of rugby.

The real Bond, James Bond

Bond

Ever wondered why Ian Fleming’s super secret agent has such an unprepossessing moniker? Frank Jacobs has the answer:

A keen bird-watcher, Fleming often thumbed through his copy of the standard field guide for the region’s feathered wildlife, Birds of the West Indies (1936). Written by… James Bond. That was to be 007’s name: “brief, unromantic and yet very masculine”.

The real Mr Bond had a very real wife:

As the years passed and 007’s reputation grew, Mrs. Bond had more reason to complain: “Soft, female voices [would call] up at 2 or 3 in the morning, asking: Is James there? I finally put an end to such conversations by answering sharply: Yes, James is here, but this is Pussy Galore, and he’s busy now!

How to fight City Hall

It’s an oldie but a goodie: David Thorne, an Aussie living in America, chronicles his hilarious efforts to get out of a $75 fine for not securing his garbage can properly (which may or may not attract strategy-formulating bears).

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From: Patricia Jennings
Date: Friday 8 October 2010 2.26pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Bears

I checked with Carol at the mini golf hut and no pants were found on the fence. I doubt any of that really happened. That looks like a dog with a blanket on it. I’m not going to waste anyones time sending an officer out to check that.

 

What I’m Trying To Ignore Next Week

  • Wellington Lions – wake me up when the nightmare is over.
  • Silver Ferns getting thrashed by the Aussies – ditto.
  • The gardening – ditto +100.

 

About Ned Davy

By hokey, the big fella’s tipped into his 50s. A rangy loose forward in his prime, good with the ball in hand, but rarely up with the play any more.
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5 Responses to 129. How To Eat

  1. Sheep says:

    Barnes again!!!!!!

  2. Ned Davy says:

    And, just like Cardiff, it was our weaknesses that lost the game, not whatever the ref might have done or not done. (And actually, I thought Barnes had a pretty good night at the office.)

  3. 1977dpm says:

    Next time I receive a fine, I’m hiring David Thorne. Hope his fee is less then the hypothetical fine…

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