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this is rather fantastic. popular science magazine is now archived online. 137 years of it. the interface is ugly and the google reader clumsy but the content is fascinating and funny and addictive and edifying. from articles by darwin and pasteur to, well, stuff like this...
here come the painbirds... sad, sad news. mark linkous of sparklehorse committed suicide at the weekend. he was a genius. i've played vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot, good morning spider and it's a wonderful life over and over and i have never, ever grown tired of them. exquisite melancholy tunes that burnt little tracks inside my head and lyrics that always seemed to have been plucked straight out of some weird faerie darkness. we used a couple of his songs on the soundtrack for coming down the mountain and people who didn't know his work always wanted to know what it was and where they could get hold of it.
a wonderful exhibition at the wellcome collection. 8 rooms about 8 lives (samuel pepys, the groundbreaking transexual april ashley, the artist claude cahun, the scientist francis galton, fiona shaw...) each of them examining the question of who we are from a variety of different perspectives and all of them a revelation in some way (i'd never seen fiona shaw's astonishing performance of the wasteland; i'd never considered what it might be like to be one of a pair of identical twins, born three years apart as a result of ivf). the most moving story was that of clive wearing, the subject of a famous bbc documentay some years ago (sections of which are available to watch on the website below) who believes repeatedly that he has just come round / woken up after 6 or 7 years of amnesia. his diary is an obsessive, repetitive list of entries recording his delight at suddenly getting his memory back, each one separated by several minutes. he has lost many essential abilities and is cared for by his devoted wife, deborah. however, he used to be a gifted musician and choirmaster and when given a keyboard and a baton and a group of singers these skills come flooding back and he can play and conducted exactly as he once did. most movingly - and it was this that made me cry, while standing in front a glass case in a museum to boot - was his continuing and overwhelming love for his wife, so that every time he saw her he felt as if he was seeing her for the first time after a long absence and was filled was joy.
there is also a very good book accompanying the exhibition from black dog
i have a solo show of artwork (painting, prints, photographs and sculptures) at the sarah wiseman gallery in oxford from 29 april to 22 may. of which, doubtless, much more later.