Friday, January 10, 2014

Star flash

Since I was a little sparse on holiday flash mobs, here’s one from Germany for your Friday funkiness:


I have to qualify this, since it is a John Williams piece. But it’s such a nice surprise for the shoppers, and it appears to have been a short version.

So, enjoy.



Thursday, January 9, 2014

NOT a marketing strategy

As if massive parts of the country being under ice and snow isn’t bad enough, this story from NPR came out yesterday: apparently there’s a shortage—or a projected shortage—of Velveeta.

I was not aware that January is a, erm, peak time for consumption of industrially-extruded plasticized cheese-like products; but evidently the run up to Super Bowl plays a part in this. Which is probably why this trend has passed me by.

Also—I don’t do industrially-extruded plasticized cheese-like products.

However, if you scroll down the NPR story to the comments, several readers have helpfully supplied recipes/ingredients if you want to extrude your own.



God bless the Internet.


Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The sum of the parts

I came across pictures of this sculpture installation memorial to Nelson Mandela this week, and I just have to share it with you. It’s located at the place where he was taken into custody by South African authorities in 1962.

I love this entire concept by South African artist Marco Cianfanelli, because the sculpture comprises 50 laser-cut steel poles that individually represent prison bars (and symbolize the 50th anniversary of Mandela’s capture).


But as you approach the site, at one point the columns “merge” into a flat portrait of Mandela’s face.


It’s really stunning—beautiful and meaningful; exactly how art enriches our lives. Have a look at this site, and see what you think.




Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Not the Gospel truth, I hope

A friend gave me a book of devotional readings, and I’ve got one that I need some help with. It’s to do with the story of Martha and Mary, as told in Luke 10:38-42. If you’re unfamiliar with it, here’s the deal:

Jesus and his cohort come into a village where a woman named Martha invites him into the house she apparently shares with her sister Mary. Mary sits down with the men to listen (not to speak, of course), while Martha is in a whirlwind of hospitality-related bustling—hanging up their coats, stirring up the fire, getting a meal ready, maybe giving the downstairs loo a quick wipe, and other suchlike. But Mary just sticks with the guys.

Finally, Martha drops a word in the Lord’s shell-like generally encompassing, “Hey—I’m doing all the work, here, while my sister just sits there like a slug. Why don’t you tell her to get up and help?”

And Jesus replies (as per NKJV): “Martha, Martha—you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her.”

Well, I have to say that I’ve always been a little troubled by this.

Yes, fine—it’s swell that Mary’s apparently felt called to Jesus, and is soaking up what he’s got to say (even if she’s apparently not allowed to contribute). I get that.

But if both the women just pitched up in the living room and hung on every word, everyone would be sat there in a cold room, with rumbling tummies and mice scampering across their feet. Because you know it would never occur to one man among them to get up and throw a log on the fire, much less slice up some bread for the hummus.

No—it would take a miracle on the lines of the wine at Cana (and even then, there were servers involved) to make that sort of thing happen.

So I’m really puzzling about this. There’s no one likes a good intellectual discussion more than I, but to basically dis the person who’s making the necessities of life work seems not only counterproductive, but potentially life threatening.

If what he in fact was telling Martha (and us) was, “Hey, we need both the contemplative and the active principles in our life,” then I get that. But what he (reportedly) says isn’t “horses for courses, honey”, it’s, “Your sister chose better than you did, so put a sock in it.” And that gets right up my nose.

So what’s going on here? What am I missing? Because as it stands, I’m not finding it either enlightening or encouraging.




Monday, January 6, 2014

Gratitude Monday: Music to my heart

I don’t often give thanks for a particular film, but this weekend I was in a bit of a ratty state, and I swear that Quartet pulled me out of it. So today I’m truly grateful to whoever it was who recommended it to me, and that I had it out from the library to watch this weekend, just when I needed it.

I confess that I could watch Maggie Smith eat a ham sandwich, but it wasn’t just her. And I certainly didn’t care that Dustin Hoffman directed it. It was adapted by Ronald Harwood from his play, so there wasn’t too much that Hoffman could do to it. (And listen, if the movie were crap, the credits would still be worth sitting through the rest. But it isn't.)


There’s something about the notion that age doesn’t have to have the absolute final word about how you live your life that made me feel better. Plus—all that gorgeous music; I’ve been scrabbling around YouTube for two days, drinking up Verdi, Boccherini, Bach and Haydn.

If you’ve not yet seen it yet, do. You’ll be grateful, too.