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Jan 11, 2014

Pulp Fiction re-told via 8-bit video game technology.

via the Curious Brain 

Alphonso mango and lime
Jan 10, 2014

Alphonso mango and lime

Jan 8, 2014 / 1 note
Jan 6, 2014

Slow-motion espresso extraction: mesmerising. From Spyhouse Coffee in Minneapolis.

New(ish) bike.
Dec 5, 2013 / 9 notes

New(ish) bike.

Dec 5, 2013 / 1 note

Dover Beach, Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

wishlisted: AARK classic tortoise watch
Sep 7, 2013 / 1 note

wishlisted: AARK classic tortoise watch

Jun 24, 2013 / 1 note

Encapsulating how I feel about life right now:

Being but men, Dylan Thomas 

Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.

If we were children we might climb,
Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,
And, after the soft ascent,
Thrust out our heads above the branches
To wonder at the unfailing stars.

Out of confusion, as the way is,
And the wonder, that man knows,
Out of the chaos would come bliss.

That, then, is loveliness, we said,
Children in wonder watching the stars,
Is the aim and the end.

Being but men, we walked into the trees.

Apr 30, 2013

Beetroot pesto is so easy to make and keeps in a jar in the fridge for a couple of weeks. You can have it with penne pasta, risotto, baked sweet potato, rye toast, crackers…

This recipe is really flexible and versatile. Some suggestions for changes are at the bottom.

Bonus: it’s such a pretty colour! 


You will need

  • 4 raw beetroots, destalked
  • 1/2 cup sunflower seeds
  • 1 tbsp olive oil
  • 2-4 cloves garlic depending on how garlicky you like it
  • a few sprigs of rosemary
  • a food processor 
  1. Pre-heat oven to 180 degrees Celsius. Put the whole beetroots in a saucepan with a lid and roast for 90 minutes.
  2. While waiting for the beetroots to cook, roast the sunflower seeds in a pan until lightly toasted.
  3. Once the beetroots have been taken out of the oven and have cooled enough to handle, take off the skin - it should slide off easily.
  4. Chop into quarters then place in the food processor, along with all other ingredients and blitz. 

Suggested changes

  • replace rosemary with other herbs - e.g. coriander, parsley, basil
  • add parmesan, anchovies, chilli, or lemon juice 
  • add olives to make a tapenade rather than a pesto
  • use kale, roasted red peppers, or sundried tomatoes instead of roasted beetroot 
  • substitute sunflower seeds with walnuts, pine nuts, almonds…