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pjthompson) wrote2007-01-19 09:52 am
pjthompson) wrote2007-01-19 09:52 am
A harvest of links and thought sausages
Strange things I wonder of the day:
I was sitting behind a man in a brand new KIA on the way to work this morning and thought, "I wonder if they have a hard time selling these cars to military families?"
Random quote of the day:
"[These accursed inventions] would dissect love, till it became "an itch of the blood and a permission of the will"; they would kill all calm, all peace, all solitude; they would profane the majesty of death till they vulgarized the very background of existence; they would flout the souls of the lonely upon the earth, until there was not one spot left by land or by water where a human being could escape from the brutality of mechanism, from the hard glitter of steel, from the gaudy insolence of electricity!
—John Cowper Powys, Wolf Solent, 1929
Which I illustrated with this steampunk construction by Roger Wood. I first saw this on the steampunk blog,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
brass_goggles, a cornucopia of wonderful oddness. It makes me want to return to my yesteryears of found object sculpture, it does.
Borrowed review of the day:
I once did a review of Wolf Solent which, if you're really in a self-punishing mood, you can read here. My review suffers from some of the same over the top language as Wolf Solent, but I couldn't do any better here. I liked the book. It's a product of its time and might leave a contemporary reader feeling frustrated, but I found it to be a memorable journey.
I was sitting behind a man in a brand new KIA on the way to work this morning and thought, "I wonder if they have a hard time selling these cars to military families?"
Random quote of the day:
"[These accursed inventions] would dissect love, till it became "an itch of the blood and a permission of the will"; they would kill all calm, all peace, all solitude; they would profane the majesty of death till they vulgarized the very background of existence; they would flout the souls of the lonely upon the earth, until there was not one spot left by land or by water where a human being could escape from the brutality of mechanism, from the hard glitter of steel, from the gaudy insolence of electricity!
—John Cowper Powys, Wolf Solent, 1929
Which I illustrated with this steampunk construction by Roger Wood. I first saw this on the steampunk blog,
brass_goggles, a cornucopia of wonderful oddness. It makes me want to return to my yesteryears of found object sculpture, it does. Borrowed review of the day:
I once did a review of Wolf Solent which, if you're really in a self-punishing mood, you can read here. My review suffers from some of the same over the top language as Wolf Solent, but I couldn't do any better here. I liked the book. It's a product of its time and might leave a contemporary reader feeling frustrated, but I found it to be a memorable journey.
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Will read your review once I'm done.
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