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freckles_and_doubtI enjoy Animal Review, they're bloody amusing as well as being moderately scientific. With the bat one they're also entertainingly rude about Batman, which seems to be my new theme. The article is giving me flashbacks to that weird, repetitive cut to a swooping bat which is used in the middle of the consummatory vampire-bites-supine-woman scene in Herzog's Nosferatu. I'm used to lecturing about film techniques for not showing moments of sexual climax - cut to heaving bedclothes, falling trees, thunderous storms, trains rushing through tunnels, synechdotal relaxing of hands... and diving bats? Yes, well.
Stv, whose tendency to acquire interesting domain names is more or less at the level of a nervous twitch, has set up The Salty Cracker Club for the purposes of documenting the end-of-month informal dinner club which takes the four of us off to a new and interesting Cape Town restaurant with each paycheck. Witterers are cordially invited to add their mite to the foodie discussion, if your proclivities should run in that direction. We're always looking for restaurant recommendations.
And, while we're on the subject of food: pie. Specifically, a book I remember reading when I was still at junior school, about a family of bakers who are asked to make an enormous pie for the King, in the midst of competition and scheming from rival pie-making families. The main character is the daughter of the family, and I have vivid memories of the scene in which her family smuggles in the giant pie dish by floating it down the river, with the daughter lying in it like a boat, dreamily watching the trees passing overhead. Of course, evil rivals intervene and the pie ends up sabotaged with too much pepper. I have absolute no recollection of how the story ends, but Google assures me1 that the book in question is Helen Cresswell's The Pie Makers. Now I'm infecting myself with this nostalgic "gosh, must find a copy" thing.
Stv, whose tendency to acquire interesting domain names is more or less at the level of a nervous twitch, has set up The Salty Cracker Club for the purposes of documenting the end-of-month informal dinner club which takes the four of us off to a new and interesting Cape Town restaurant with each paycheck. Witterers are cordially invited to add their mite to the foodie discussion, if your proclivities should run in that direction. We're always looking for restaurant recommendations.
And, while we're on the subject of food: pie. Specifically, a book I remember reading when I was still at junior school, about a family of bakers who are asked to make an enormous pie for the King, in the midst of competition and scheming from rival pie-making families. The main character is the daughter of the family, and I have vivid memories of the scene in which her family smuggles in the giant pie dish by floating it down the river, with the daughter lying in it like a boat, dreamily watching the trees passing overhead. Of course, evil rivals intervene and the pie ends up sabotaged with too much pepper. I have absolute no recollection of how the story ends, but Google assures me1 that the book in question is Helen Cresswell's The Pie Makers. Now I'm infecting myself with this nostalgic "gosh, must find a copy" thing. 1 Once, that is, my internet connection had consented to connect to more than one page in five, randomly, while giving me 504 gateway timeouts on the rest. What's with the internets? Honestly, technojinx!
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