Thursday, June 24, 2010

Wax-eye City


Mutton-fat and sugar-water: they're eating us out of house and home!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

A Blog of One's Own


It's two years today since I made my first post here on the Tabby's Blog.

"Does the world really need another blog?" I called it, and answered my own question: "Apparently so."

Thanks for coming here to read sporadic and (usually) brief musings or observations on cats, grief, language, poetry, feminism, politics, trains, birds, restaurant meals, and travel... etc...

I honestly don't look at the stats very often, or care about how many readers I get, but at times there have inexplicably been more readers than might be expected for such a slight 'web log'.

I think it's the cats - cat lovers just can't get enough of cats. (That's how I feel!)

Unfortunately the Magnificent eponymous Tabby passed away last year (or so I think - she's in Schroedinger's Box now and there's no way to tell) and since then the blog has tended more to the birdy than catty.

Anyways, I'm very very grateful for this forum and for the fact that as far as I know none of my stalkers have found me here - or if they have, they haven't bombarded the Tabby with any of the abusive comments that I regularly get on my "work" blog...

It's been good to be me, here, as paradoxical as that may seem.

For a brief moment the Tabby was mistaken as a left wing blog, and that was a great honour if not exactly accurate. (The blogger is definitely left wing, but a little too fond of the good life to claim to be a true revolutionary, and too busy and distracted to be able to offer more than an occasional diatribe agin the evil right wing gummint and their dastardly media flunkies.)

Actually having a blog is great practice for learning to compose these little sound bite essays, no bigger than a quick snack.

Keeping the brain alert and alive.

Keeping friends and family amused and informed.

And I've made some lovely new friends.

So many people have now swanned off to Facebook, and beyond that to the intellectual waste land that is Twitter.

But I don't think the Old Girl has had her day yet.


Happy Anniversary to me. And thanks to you for listening.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

"A fresh poem every Tuesday"


Another excellent poem on the Tuesday Poem Blog today, this time by (in the Tabby's opinion) New Zealand's greatest living poet, Bill Manhire.

And look at the links on the blog to find your way to more thought provoking and/or beautiful original verse and some old favourites.

Today's poetic flash of the gold-scaled fins of a disappearing carp as the Tabby swipes at it, overbalances and nearly falls in the pond, comes from the ever-relevant William Blake:

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infnity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

~ from 'Auguries of Innocence'

Stranded

Can't blame an oil spill for this death at the edge of the harbour, but it did bring to mind how fragile and rich the unseen fauna is as well as the visible wildlife that teems around this coast.

More dead ringers



Found a whole crop more lookalike book covers on Pop Culture Junkie.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Doppelganger book covers



The same photograph used on different book covers.


It's a fascinating phenomenon discussed in various places around the net. And of course it is the result of the growing practice of the use of stock photography for book covers.

It's trendy to use photographs, but it's also cheaper not to pay extra for exclusive use of an image.

It leads to the possibility of a new pastime: spot the duplicate book cover image.

Here are a couple of links to some sharp-eyed commentators:

http://causticcovercritic.blogspot.com/2009/01/stock-madness-go-go.html

http://www.novelish.com/publishing/cover-deja-vu/

* (The 3 books pictured above were identified by Kevin on the Caustic Cover Critic comments thread.)

Take a rain check

Dear Reader, that is if any Readers bother dropping by to the Tabby any more,

I am Very Sorry that I have not been Blogging here much lately.

Blame the rain. The incessant torrential rain. Or the work. Or the trip away.

Or... Or... Or... well, Facebook...


And as of this week I have a new excuse. Football.