Ripped straight from BibliOdyssey, cuz it’s that awesome.

“The Belle Poule was a French frigate of the Dédaigneuse class, designed and built by Léon-Michel Guignace, famous for her duel with the English frigate HMS Arethusa on 17 June 1778, which began the French involvement in the American War of Independence.”

“One of the most fashionable hairstyles of the eighteenth century, À la Belle Poule, commemorated the victory of a French ship over an English ship in 1778. À la Belle Poule featured an enormous pile of curled and powdered hair stretched over a frame affixed to the top of a woman’s head. The hair was then decorated with an elegant model of the Belle Poule ship, including sails and flags.”

That's right - a ship is on her head.

That's right - a ship is on her head.


At long last, I have taken the big step of urban living, and bought a bicycle for myself. For so long I have depended solely on the MBTA for my transportation needs (because if you need to depend on something…) but now that I live more than a ten minute walk from Davis Square, I’ve made the big move.

And, most importantly, found a veritable treasure trove of vintage objects (aka antiques) in the process. Enter: Cambridge Antique Market. This place is ridiculous. They have multiple stories of jewelry, furniture, random items, and fun old things. Not to mention the basement, where in is housed Cambridge Used Bicycles.

Joyus Above-Ground-Transit Enjoying Fellows

Joyus Above-Ground-Transit Enjoying Fellows

If you (like me) spend a fair amount of time walking around Cambridge and Somerville, you have probably seen the gorgeous vintage bikes that these dudes chain up with little signs on them. Well the bicycles in store are just as fab as the advertisements would lead you to believe.

They have a fairly large, almost constantly rotating selection, so chances are if they don’t have anything for you when you go in, they will soon. It’s best to call ahead to check (as the Antique Market is not exactly the most accessible location for self-locomoters), but when I went in, they found a bicycle for me, and had it all fixed up and ready to roll out within a few hours.

Prices for most bicycles range between $150 and $250, and there’s no guarantee that you’ll find the right one for your fine self. But the staff is great– totally on top of their game and helpful, and will do their best to get you out the door on wheels. I also got some beautiful woodblock prints for about half of what the price was listed as, so definitely check out everything they’ve got anytime you stop by.

And now begins a new chapter in my life, a chapter where I will no longer be a sad, delayed and anxious subject of the MBTA’s whims!

…Until it snows. Eff.

Infographics from a 1939 manual called “Graphic Presentation”. Check out the post at FlowingData; you can also download it in PDF from

50 Vintage Advertisements from Wellmedicated. Nuff said. Check ’em out.

Check out it! A download/podcast of Kurt Vonnegut reading the entirety of Breakfast of Champions in 1970. How cool is that. From 92nd street Y online. For the record, this was the first Vonnegut I ever read, and it’s pretty dern sweet.

And, finally, I present to you a bearsharktopus* with laser eyes. Have a pleasant day!

*no idea where the original image came from, if someone wants to inform me I will happily link to it’s creator. But I did add the laser eyes.

Over the past weekend I was lucky enough to be invited to the screening of a brand spanking new film from Aaron Hendren (known to some as Aaron Fuckin’ Hendren) of Egg Murders Productions. The film is “Flicker” and I must say, it rocked my sox off.

I don’t usually go for horror (or more accurately horrorish) films, or thrillers, or just about anything that makes me incredibly uncomfortable. But Flicker made me incredibly uncomfortable and then some. It’s a fairly typical plot line, a group of friends go off into the woods, one couple goes missing, the other couple goes looking for them, everything goes wrong.

But for me, what really set Flicker apart was the utter reasonableness of it all. The villain’s are not particularly sinister– their actions, of course, are– but they go about everything with such a sense of drollery, and even indifference, that you find yourself believing the utterly unbelievable. So much so, I should say, that I found myself looking over my shoulder on my walk back to a friends house in Brookline– just about as far as one can get, unknowable danger wise, from the New Mexico wilderness.

There are a few moments where the film gets just a little too tongue-in-cheek (“I’m from Albuquerque, New Mexico!”), but overall, it holds onto you just long enough that the silliness that comes with the credits is a welcome respite (due in no small part to the extremely bizarre and bloodcurdling performances of Kevin R. Elder and Juli Hendren, let alone the heroine badassity of Katy Houska in the lead role).

Also, special props to the soundtrack, composed primarily by Jimmy Deveney (check his MySpace). It’s creepy, it’s moving, it’s everything I want to listen to when I’m stuck in the woods fearing for my life and searching for a cellphone signal.

And there’s one scene– let’s just say it involves hair and a lake– that may just be the single creepiest thing I have ever been forced to imagine. I had goosebumps so big you could have been playing whack-a-mole with them.

Check the Trailer, go see it (however you can manage it):

(via Coilhouse)

What follows is the story of the power technology can have on one little boy’s life.

The Technology:

Que Glowing Lights and Angelic Chorus

Cue Glowing Lights and Angelic Chorus

Imagine, if you will, a young, courageous boy, riding the T, reading a free daily (The Boston Phoenix ) while riding the T. While reading the music listings for the week to come, he sees– can it be? Yes! — that Mother Mother will be playing at TT the Bear’s Place the following night.




“But wait!” Thinks the gallant young lad, “I wasn’t able to get into the last two concerts I attempted to attend, as I failed to procure tickets ahead of time!” Our hero had, of course, not brought his computer with him, and so began thinking what he could do to insure that a tragic three-peat did not occer.

And then he remembered he had his iPod Touch in his bag.

In one great leap, the lad catapulted himself to a place of assuredly free wi-fi internets: The Boston Public Library.

Majesty Incarnate.

Majesty Incarnate.

And then– well, let’s just say that the fair lad will be seeing Mother Mother at TT the Bear’s Place tomorrow night.


The Man Pictured is a Metaphor for the iPod Touch.

The Man Pictured is a Metaphor for the iPod Touch.

That iPod was my iPod. That boy was me.

Technology– is there anything it can’t do?

(And by “Technology” I of course mean “Apple”)

So it seems that one of my patriotic companions over Inauguration Week (remember that madness?) took it upon herself to take some super rad pictures, which she has kindly also posted to the world wide interweb. A few samples:

by Kira Luxon

by Kira Luxon

by Kira Luxon

by Kira Luxon

Check out the full series here. Kira Luxon is a rad photographer and human being and I definitely suggest checking out some of her other work on her website.

Also, for anyone who’s keeping track (or cares), no, I havn’t written the last part of my series of essays on Inauguration Day yet. But it’s coming. Oh boy, is it coming.