The other night was especially hot and humid. To escape our stifling non-air-conditioned abode I dragged the little man out and about…to run less-than-essential errands (one involved driving to a co-op in our sister city, just to pick up vegan marshallows, which, until recently, couldn’t be obtained locally, only online). It was double the pleasure, enjoying the a/c in the car, and Fresh Air with Terry Gross on NPR. I caught a good chunk of her interview with hunky Clive Owen, and then the tail end of an intriguing nerd band from NYC, called One Ring Zero. I’d like to pick up their new album, As Smart As We Are, but shouldn’t spend the money. Hopefully the library will acquire it.
In other news, I haven’t been able to find many decent photos, but there are numerous articles out there about graffiti flourishing in Baghdad. One of my favorite lines:
“No Hakim, no Chalabi, I just want beer and lablabi” an unknown writer painted on the bridge. Lablabi is a popular chickpea dish.
Via Caterina:
“…a marvellous book, Checked Baggage, a book that had pictures of 3642 items that had been confiscated by security at airports, then bought by the artist, for 800 euros. One of the items, a switchblade, was shrinkwrapped to the book. Mine is number #614.
My favorite bit of “potential terrorist weaponry” is a child’s mostly plastic cutlery set. Too bad the book is around $40, plus shipping. I covet. Sigh.
And lastly, according to Pitchfork, Bjork’s upcoming release should be her strangest offering to date (and that’s saying something). Medulla will feature “a Japanese beatbox artist named Dokaka“. And much of the album will be based “on rhythmic structures created by mouth alone”. Hmmm.