15/12/13
lake Zajarki (04) - morning by Karlstajber
“The Red Pony” by the legendary John Fahey, from his 1989 album “God, Time & Causality”
John Fahey
One day, when I get the time, I’m going to grow my hair real long, grow my beard even longer, get real good at the guitar and spend the rest of my natural life playing the complete works of John Fahey, in the sunshine in my backyard.
(Source: invisible--cities-blog)
cyberduckie: Well that’s not something you see everyday!
Tongue of a Fly (30x magnification) http://bit.ly/12yiFCD -Courtesy of Nikon Small World
(via somuchscience)
Cool and peculiar: Arabic-Christian pattern book
This late-medieval or early-modern object is peculiar in more than one way. First of all, while the paper fragment is written in Arabic, it presents several scenes from the New Testament, including the Annunciation, where Mary hears from the angel Gabriel that she is pregnant from Christ. Such a blend of Christian an Arabic religious cultures on a single page is not something we encounter every day.
What is equally rare is the manner in which the snippet was used. It was part of a pattern book that served as a model for other copies of these scenes, likely in a book-producing environment. This explains the line-up (both literally and figuratively) of figures from the New Testament. In the West such patterns books were used as well - surviving in equal small numbers.
The most notable aspect of the artifact, however, is almost hidden from our eyes. If you look carefully, you’ll notice how the outlines of some figures have been pricked with a pointy object. These holes were no doubt used to put traces (in pencil dots) of the figures on an empty page in order to facilitate easier (and more accurate) duplication.
Pic: Yale, Beinecke Library, MS 553 (made somewhere in period 1400-1700). A zoomable image, that shows the prickings even better, is found here (this webpage includes more information on the item).
Sketchbook by ROSIE B: The Problem of Susan by Neil Gaiman
She has the dream again that night.
In the dream, she is standing, with her brothers and her sister, on the edge of the battlefield. It is summer, and the grass is a peculiarly vivid shade of green: a wholesome green, like a cricket pitch or the welcoming slope of the South Downs as you…
