#560: EDIFYING LINKS (MOSTLY NICHE WEBLOGS YOU NEED TO SEE)
Swapatorium is group weblog promising "a journey through junkland", through "flea markets, thrift stores, antique shops, garage and estate sales, found photographs, collecting, odd finds, swaps and more". The "Carpet Shop" entry is a particular favourite of mine.
Scrapatorium is full of excellent, often creepy collages by Angelica Paez (see example, "Scrapbook #1"), the original founder of Swapatorium, and Snapatorium houses a great collection of vintage photographs by one of the authors from Swapatorium, but I can't figure out which one.
Boot Sale Sounds kept me busy for a couple of hours last night. The author, Michael Leigh, is "...a 59 year old artist, living in Cheshire with [his] partner and 13 year old son", and his weblog is a fantastic trip through vintage, obscure, and found music from the last ninety years. He goes beyond offering up sound bites and sometimes shares entire albums. One that I will be visiting again and again is his recent post, "Hot Thumbs O'Riley", but if you're in the mood for some late-1950s monster rock, "Monster Rock 'N' Roll" fits the Halloween bill.
Cake & Polka Parade is brought to us by Fatty Jubbo, the radio host of the Listener Hour on WFMU in Chicago, Illinois. Fatty also shares his vintage, obscure, and found sound. Give the sound file in "Kids on Dad's Birthday 10/3/77" a listen. It's the equivalent of an audio snapshot into a day in the life of a 1970s family from New York, recorded by the children, who are now likely in their mid- and late-thirties. My favourite part is about three-quarters of the way through when the mother is helping one of the girls with her homework and blurts out Jesus Christ in frustration.
Also in the vintage/obscure/found music/sound vein: junkyardsparkle, Weirdomusic.com, AudiOddities, and specifically the post "Tell Me What I Wanna Know" from Check the cool wax, which includes Telly Savalas singing "Who Loves Ya Baby".
Poptique is "a virtual pinboard of popular culture" and "pompous pontification on marvellous [sic] movies and peerless popular culture (from all around the world)."
The Royal County Arbiter is a weblog authored by T. Lazyhour and M. Peacock who "...are interested in things from Japan and around the world. They like galleries and junk shops." Holy crap, you have to read "Dido Building Carthage, or An Unfinished Letter". I love the part where she says that in her original letter to him she wrote about "...Scottish national identity and the British public's love of the secular magic of monarchy!"
The Ward-O-Matic by Ward Jenkins of Atlanta, Georgia has this to say about his weblog: "Thrown head-first into the throes of this world cursed to notice the details. Here to comment about what I see." From what I can tell, he writes stuff about things that he likes to look at and sings the praises of his daughter, Ava, who by the way, could keep me entertained for hours. Her book, "Love Is Embarrassing", lets you back into the politics of the world of little kid romance. I hope Alexander knows how awesome that book she made him is. Take a gander at his wife's site over at hula seventy. She's no slouch with the photography.
I don't know if it's that my brain was a mushy mess of touchy-feely emotions yesterday, but the "Free Hugs Campaign" video on YouTube choked me up and made me want to hug people. Normally, the idea of touching other people's skin is abhorrent to me, so I'm a little confounded by this video's hold over me.
I can't decide how much I love or hate this hetero-crazy ad site for Reversa anti-aging skin creams, but it got me craving oysters, which I can't stand as an actual food, aside from their metaphorical use by Reversa.Palinode looks in the above photograph? That was yesterday morning. We tried out a new place for breakfast called the Cornerhouse something-or-other. The food was good, but our orders took a while to come out, and we were just about nauseous with the hunger by the time our food arrived. We are very nearly as famished right now as he looks in that photo, so I must take my leave. We are heading back to the Cornerhouse to try out what is supposed to be a fantastic brunch buffet. It's brunch! It's a buffet! It's not having to rely on a slow-moving server!
UPDATE: Cornerhouse brunch buffet = one-third good + two-thirds nasty. It's really too bad, because according to some friends of ours, this place was supposed to surpass all brunch buffet expectations. Alas, the coffee was sour, there was a distinct flavour of dirt in the potatoes, and the meat part of the bacon was somehow dry while the fat part appeared barely cooked. On the upside, they made the best eggs benedict I've ever had the pleasure of eating. I don't like to forecast the future, because it feels as though I am just begging for something awful to befall me, but I think it's safe to say that I will not be returning on any future Sundays.