friday cat blogging,

or the perfect excuse for blogging about cats.
i discovered it here, but its origins seem to lay here.

so what is this?

stringa

this is a length of shoestring recently torn from my trainers by my cat. isn’t chewing an understated weapon of distruction?
there is no limit to what felines can achieve by chewing, given enough time.
(i came across more striking pieces of evidence, through the years, but threw them away without thinking of recording their horribly shredded appearance in pictures.)

a found sketchbook

found among the things of someone who can’t tell me about it.
i guess she must have found it in turn; i don’t know when – no later than 2001, not sooner than 1997, i think – and i don’t know where: in england or wales, probably in london, but… forgotten on a bus? thrown away? among books in a charity shop?
i'm so curious because, in fact, i know whose this is. it’s a book of sketches and notes for the stage design of a theatre production, and inside the cover the designer wrote her address and the theatre’s.
maybe the luzern stadttheater production of the elixir of love is long gone – I couldn’t find it listed on the internet – maybe ms jacqueline gunn (hers are the lovely pictures below) doesn’t care anymore about having her sketchbook back.
but, i wonder: should the finder have sent it to the cover address? should i do so now? do i have the right to be here posting this?
(oh, if the author could read this and tell me! or maybe she could tell me: take it off your site, immediately, and burn it…)

JG1JG2  JG3

dopo la recente totale cosificazione di questo weblog, dichiaro iniziata una much needed

COMPUTER-FREE WEEK

LA MIGLIORE DELLE VACANZE! HAVE ONE YOURSELF!

(ma lascio un paio di post sgrammaticati per i prossimi giorni – i’m leaving a couple of entries to be published in the next few days. just in case.)

nuova tendenza tra gli sceneggiatori del cinema italiano

si scrive una commedia lieve tinta di toni fiabeschi e alla fine si fa morire per cause casuali uno dei protagonisti: dopo agata e la tempesta di soldini, ecco dopo mezzanotte di ferrario (accidenti, mi ha rovinato la sorpresa del museo del cinema della mole, che non ho ancora visto – o per meglio dire, a questo punto, dove non sono ancora stata).
se qualcuno avesse voglia di approfondire il discorso sulle convenzioni di genere e la loro contravvenzione… (io mica tanto, oggi).