Sunday, January 15, 2012

My kind of poem:
Please Sir, God of Death
Don’t make it my turn today,
not today
There’s fish curry for dinner.

-Bakibab Borkar
Via photographer Rajan Parrikar, who notes that the poem "captured the essence of what it means to be Goan".

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I can't believe I've lived over three decades unaware of this:
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

-Tennyson, The Kraken
Hat tip to Derb (apropos of something very random)
Vermin Supreme for President:

Sunday, January 08, 2012

I'm quite amused by the New Mexican's cover art for the state centennial:

Fragment of an unfinished libretto:
Signori, ascoltate! Credimi, mio ben!
É un vil menzogno, bugiardi son tutti.
Io giuro, credimi, per carità,
Texano non son io!

FRA MARTINEZ (con l'ultimo velen):
Spergiurerai tu stesso davanti a Dio?
La verità io so, ai popoli la proclamo:
Texano voi siete!

Vil traditor!

Al patibolo! Al patibolo!

-from I Carnefici di Taos (Act II finale), dated January 1912, Prawne family archives

Wednesday, January 04, 2012

What distinguishes a really nice map from a generic, mass-produced map? may be the last important paper map ever to depict our country.
True and sad. I will also note that aficionados of clickable, zoomable, interactive maps seem to have a habit of dying a dog's death on backroads of the American West. Cartographic geekery can save your life!