meplusyu

The telegraph and the steamboat make the world smaller. The telescope makes the world smaller; it is only the microscope that makes it larger. Before long the world will be cloven with a war between the telescopists and the microscopists. The first study large things and live in a small world; the second study small things and live in a large world. It is inspiriting without doubt to whizz in a motor-car round the earth, to feel Arabia as a whirl of sand or China as a flash of rice-fields. But Arabia is not a whirl of sand and China is not a flash of rice-fields. They are ancient civilizations with strange virtues buried like treasures. If we wish to understand them it must not be as tourists or inquirers, it must be with the loyalty of children and the great patience of poets. To conquer these places is to lose them. The man standing in his own kitchen-garden, with fairyland opening at the gate, is the man with large ideas. His mind creates distance; the motor-car stupidly destroys it….

And under all this vast illusion of the cosmopolitan planet, with its empires and its Reuter’s agency, the real life of man goes on concerned with this tree or that temple, with this harvest or that drinking-song, totally uncomprehended, totally untouched. And it watches from its splendid parochialism, possibly with a smile of amusement, motor-car civilization going its triumphant way, outstripping time, consuming space, seeing all and seeing nothing, roaring on at last to the capture of the solar system, only to find the sun cockney and the stars suburban.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Heretics / Chesterton, G.K. / ch.3

Aah, Edinburgh is gorgeous at the moment. This spring seems to have sprung from nowhere. Accordingly, I've bought a massive bag of clementines and have been cleaning all day. It feels wonderful. My life may be an unremitting mess that I'm trying not to look at too closely, but god this weather's making me happy.

My perfect room:





Also, I want beautiful decadent underwear to go on lesbian romps with a goat:



In other news, this short is a fantastic Tim Burton/ Edgar Alan Poe/ Gothic Victorian tale.
The Mysterious Explorations of Jasper Morello: www.youtube.com/watch

A beautiful way to fill those walls:
disdressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-better-than-wallpaper.html




A place to visit or to dream of:

www.urban75.org/london/postman.html





I want I want I want to consume:

www.bloodisthenewblack.com/index.php

Since I was ooh 7, I've had scrapbooks of some kind or other. Folders of torn out photos, home-binded books, diaries with a lock and key, expanses of bedroom walls. Despite my best efforts, such a profusion of loosely bound mementos, souvenirs, treasures are hard to keep under control and inevitably some slip from their moorings and are never seen again. SO, for my own personal pleasure, I'm going to try creating a virtual keepsake box. There's endless white pages on the internet and while it may not have the frustrating pleasure of gluing sticking cut and pasting, or the papercut causing heavy weight of reality, essentially I need somewhere to keep all the crap I like. Ok?