Yeasayer-Ambling Alp
Bruckle-The Dirty One.
The word is Olde English it means to make dirty.
I am part of what makes up Bruckle & Bodge.
Bodge is my clown-pal other half.
Bodge means to mend in a unsophisticated and clumsy manner.
I am here to tell you stories, to build and to mend all things. If it is not broken, I might break it, just to put it together in a new way. I like to find the hidden things and bring them into the light.
To make you see what was always right in front of you.
Taurus
Sir James Thornhill (1675-1734)
He visited the Netherlands and Paris in 1711, and it was during this time that he painted the zodiac plates in the allegorical manner with which he was familiar.These twelve Delftware plates, each depicting a sign of the zodiac, were painted by the artist for himself. What have you created for yourself lately?
Image used by permission from The British Museum.
Snow.
It is snowing in London and for some reason I keep bursting into tears. Somehow it has a sound, a sweet sound, a hush from a mother’s breath. The eucalyptus and bamboo are bending in the garden, and the streets are dotted with the lovely he went this way, she went that way of hundreds of footprints. In the distance I can hear the telltale laughs and screams of a snowball war. The pups sleep soundly on the sofa after their first snow experience… a buffet of powdered, mouth chilling goodness, biting here chomping there running back and forth attempting to find the best bits. I have baked cookies and made a pot of tea for friends. What a lovely way to come home to the city… wrapped in white, snow bound, but at the same time set totally and utterly free.
Today I discovered pure, lush, creamy indulgence in a simply packaged form. Paired with a fresh baked cookie, fruit pie, or english pudding this is heaven. I am going back for seconds as soon as my fingers stop typing…
“Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.”— Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne
“A Tanglewood Tale” the play by Juliane Hiam Scribner will be read at the Metropolitan Playhouse in the East Village of New York City from the 22nd of January until the 25th. I missed it once… now twice… and feel like a terrible friend. You can undo my douchebag status by going to see this play and telling me all about it. Click the photo for the link to the Playhouse website.
“In 1850, the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts were a magnet for the culturally, intellectually and artistic elite, including, among many others, Nathaniel Hawthorne and Herman Melville. During this time, Hawthorne labored at “House of the Seven Gables” and also the children’s tales of “A Wonder Book,” while Melville was pouring his life’s blood into “Moby-Dick.” The men were at different places in their careers but both struggled with critical acceptance and financial security. They found in each other what Melville described as an “infinite fraternity.” The friendship, however, was intense, emotionally wrought, and short-lived, ending abruptly in 1851. “A Tanglewood Tale” is a reimagining of this extraordinary friendship, mixing historical drama drawn from the men’s and their families’ journals and letters with magic realism as characters from Hawthorne’s writing bring to life his own inner struggles. The play was first produced by Shakespeare & Company in 2001.” -From the Metropolitan Playhouse Website.
If you can go, please do… because I cannot get there from Thailand.
Pants. Well Under-pants really… You see, across the pond here in the United Kingdom they call underwear “pants” and pants are “trousers”. This gentleman here seems a bit confused as to what the difference between the two is… You see sir those are pants… not trousers. Though they are the nicest pair of knickers I have seen in quite a while.
They can be purchased from Ruffeo Hearts Lil’ Snotty. Click for the photo for the link to their webshop. They also have a wonderful line of t-shirts, pants, hoodies, and more.
There is this young woman her name is Justine. She is the finest woman in all the land and sea. I have known Justine pretty much my whole damn life. We have been there for one another through the thick and thin… the broken hearts and the broken noses. She is a champion of managing the maze of the human heart and maybe even the soul. This photo that I took a long time ago is one of her favorites… the two crows flying side by side… “one is you and one is me.”
Justine is a forest princess and she was born on this very day.
I found and purchased this gleaming garment on etsy.com I saw it and knew I needed it for my very own. You see I love the whisky and in these hard financial times, all that I can really afford is whisky in the Canadian form… good, strong, durnken… whisky.
Whisky is close to joy… with just a little badness attached to it.
Bedroom Science makes love to every item before it is shipped so you know you are getting quality merchandise. Click the photo for more choice styles.
Cove Street
When I was born my parents lived in a little shack of a house near the A&P (Now Harry’s Supermarket) on Elm Street in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. It was called Cove Street, yeah, Cove Street… got a problem with it!?! The “house” was built mostly out of pallet wood from the nearby General Electric plant and was sided in lovely grey asphalt shingle and black tar paper.
Needless to say I skipped learning to walk and went straight to running… I had made up my mind and I was getting my little diapered ass out of there.
As you may know, the Housatonic River flows sweetly nearby… so after multiple instances where mother would run to the landlord’s house wailing that I was missing and that she feared I had drowned in the river. She decided to take action. She tied me to an apple tree in the yard. Yes you heard me right… tied me… with clothesline… to a tree. I had just enough slack so that I could play and run like a demented terrier. She would untie me before my father got home from work, on one day though, he came home early. Upon returning home he saw his first born son tethered in the front yard to a tree. Let me just say he was not happy with this sight. About the possible mental damage this must be doing to him and also what the hell the neighbors must think. My parents were young… my mother thought it a perfectly logical way to solve the problem of how to get chores done and still know I was safe and sound… my father disagreed and within days they had decided to purchase a plot of land in the wilds of Becket, Massachusetts. (Just how wild was Becket in the 1970’s?… stay tuned for stories and photos…)
I do not have a single memory of being tied up… before the age of thirty… but that is not the point. The point is the only memories I do have of our Cove Street house are of a big river snake curled around the dog’s water bowl, the landlady’s black fluffy cat Skippy, and singing the song “How Much is That Doggy in the Window”. So life on Cove Street couldn’t have been half bad. Right?
The ‘tache. It is hard to have a bad day when you sport one of these little marvels of natural history. If you have face hair you might as well have fun with it. Just google mustache, moustache, ‘tache, cookie duster, etc and see how many folks’ lives this tiny hair-friend has changed. Click the photo for a fine example.
This is Huckleberry DelSignore. She introduced me to the concept of free coffee in exchange for undying love and affection… somewhere in there the free coffee disappeared and we remained as closely crocheted together as two crafty little vixen foxes can get. For some reason, when I think of Huck I think of sand in my bathing suit, and I wear some pretty tight little numbers. After a day in the surf, sand castles and beach combing, the sand lets you remember that you had one of the best days of your life.
Huckleberry is a crafty vixen… click her photo for the link to her flicks including most of the old Bruckle and Bodge films. Check ‘em out, ratings and comments greatly appreciated.
x
