Friday, 28 April 2017

Why Doesn't Ancient Fiction Talk About Feelings?

If you can get past the clickbait title, this is interesting.

Why Doesn’t Ancient Fiction Talk About Feelings?

It massively overstates the premise. My first reaction was, I can think of lots of counter examples. But keep reading!

The middle bit is interesting and touches on thoughts I've had for a while on what is the actual point of studying literature?

Then the end bit seems to undermine the argument. Again, I can think of at least one example from ancient literature where emotions are implied and you have to read between the lines: the Norse sagas.

This instance is from Hrafnkels saga Freysgoða. Þorbjörn and Sám are about to bring a lawsuit against powerful and dangerous landowner Hrafnkel, a lawsuit they have no hope of winning.

Þat var einn morginn snimma, at Þorbjörn karl vaknar. Hann vekr Sám, ok bað hann upp standa, Ok má ek eigi sofa.
It was early one morning that old Þorbjörn awoke. He woke Sám and told him to get up: And I can't sleep.

That's all it says, but we know exactly what they're feeling.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Glaisdale to Robin Hood's Bay

I joined Alison for Friday night and Saturday — the last stage of her coast-to-coast.

A roadside chapel in a country lane.
Eskdale
A tree stump into which dozens of coins have been pressed for luck.
Littlebeck
A narrow waterfall viewed from above through trees.
Falling Foss
A standing stone by a dry stone wall.

Not sure what's known of this one. I'll see if Julian Cope has anything to say about it...

Looks like a c18th boundary stone. It's listed here, but the original poster doesn't know what to make of it: Boundary Stone?

However, this entry for another similar boundary stone nearby gives more information: Boundary stone and waymarker, Fylingdales Moor

The boundary stone marks the boundary between the civil parishes of Sneaton (to the right) and Fylingdales Moor. The latter is coterminous with the Abbey Lands and this C18 sandstone monolith is inscribed C X I; the 'C' refers to the Cholmley family who held the former Whitby Abbey lands until late C19.
A signpost pointing out onto bleak moorland. The signpost has the graffiti: 'Almost there!'
Almost there!
Green fields ending at low, grey-black cliffs, overlooking a sunlit sea.
Maw Wyke Hole. Robin Hood's Bay is a short walk to the south.

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Ten years since our last gig... Jabadaw are back!

Saturday 26th August 2017

Shrewsbury Folk Festival
Jabadaw ceilidh

Caller: Nick Walden
Where: West Midlands Showground, Berwick Road, Shrewsbury, SY1 2PF

Monday, 3 April 2017

I've made this sophisticated location-tracking app to keep up to date with Alison's progress. Shown here at end of day one.

A printed map of the coast to coast trail. A post-it note with a sketch of a curly-haired woman is stuck to the map by the first stop, Ennerdale Bridge.

Friday, 31 March 2017

Alison steps out in search of England.

Coast to Coast Challenge

I'm looking forward to not having to check the toaster settings in the morning. I tend to go for gently warmed by the distant light of TRAPPIST-1, Alison usually whacks it up to global thermonuclear war.

Friday, 24 March 2017

What am I looking at?

The junk-punk DIY manifesto? Professor Gafferduck's latest invention? A masterpiece of outsider art? Whatever, I think it's fantastic. Chapeau!

A bike locked up outside Manchester Piccadilly station at night, tricked out with all kinds of home-made gadgets.
It's as if Graeme Obree built a quantum leap accelerator.
Different view of the same bike, as described.
Here's a closeup of the dashboard. Flux capacitor and chameleon circuit clearly visible.

Monday, 20 March 2017

The feeling that something in the dark is watching you.

A wastepaper basket in the dark. Two green feline eyes are staring up out of its shadowed interior.