Where has this site been all my life? Honestly, this is what the net was invented for. I am in love with this site. Go there immediately, and if you don't like it, don't come back here. A daily picture of a new piece of trash. I've started a whole new category called trash. It's my favourite category of all time, even better than Skodas (though you should really check that out too). This reminds me - I seem to remember posting about Mongo recently.
Link to a site by a guy called Simon Cozen. He is translating Sei Shonagon's "Pillow Book", a classic Japanese text written in the 10th century, into english. At the same time he's reformatting it as a blog. Sounds wanky but it's amazing when you read it and then see the date posted is AD 987. Here's a post:
My favourite birds
1. OK, I know it's not from our country, but number one has to be the parrot. I think it's really cool; they said it can repeat what you say to it.
2. The hototogisu.
3. The water rail.
4. The snipe.
5. The oystercatcher.
6. The greenfinch.
7. The crested flycatcher.
They say when the mountain bird is in love, it can be satisfied by seeing itself in a mirror. Even thought that's kind of childish, I think it's somehow a bit pitiful. What a pity if the male and the female have to sleep on opposite sides of a valley.
The crane is really magnificent, but its call sounds like it reaches all the way to heaven.
I also like the red-headed sparrow, and the male grosbeak. Oh, and the kinglet.
The heron is a complete eyesore. It has such a miserable look in its eyes. There is just nothing good to say about it at all, but it's quite funny that, like the poem says, "it does not lie alone in Yurugi wood".
As far as water birds go, the mandarin duck is fantastic. They say the male and female take turns brushing snow off the other's wings at night.
An interesting read. Gets right into the minds of repulsive women, and helps you understand what makes them tick. The ticking is actually from woodworm - something I didn't know. If you ever wanted to find out more about repulsive women, but were too repulsed, this is the book for you. A word of caution though: the illustrations are disturbing. Also, avoid reading this book before bedtime. Or in enclosed spaces. It's better to have a good circulation of air around you. I read it with all the windows open standing on a chair, and that seemed OK, but I did feel quite faint even then. Recommended, cautiously.
That was my mum and dad's first car. A red skoda S100. Though the paint had faded to a kind of matt dark orange by the time I was alive. I remember the front passenger seat would suddenly and randomly convert to the fully reclined position. And it mostly wouldn't start. I've added an album, some might call it rash, but there it is. Skodas. I have a dream of buying a red skoda s100 in new zealand at the start of summer and driving it all around the place, sleeping in a tent and eating corned beef and continental packet pasta - alfredo flavour - and lots of berries. And corn. Bought from the places that sell it at the side of the road and you put the money in a tip top ice cream container with a slot cut in the lid. It's a complicated dream I realise, but it's better than dreaming that the world is exactly the same, but flipped horizontally... I had that one once.