Hello Bologna, you’re beautiful in the summertime.
Hello Bologna, you’re beautiful in the summertime.
CityDashboard is a real-time infographic data feed about London, a project by the Centre for Advanced Spatial Analysis (University College London).
The dashboard includes weather and travel information, as well as real-time twitter trending topics, and ‘mappiness’ (a map that charts how happy the inhabitants of the city are at the moment).
Also air quality monitoring, rental bikes availability, and river tides levels.
There are trampolines in the pavements of Havnegade in Copenhagen, just past Custom House Restaurant, as you walk from the pretty but tourist-infested Nyhavn to the amazing Sorte Diamant, the building that houses the Royal Danish Library. Fun may be had there.
Un progetto che cerca l’anima (grafica) di ogni città. Da Berlino a Dublino passando per Portland, e non solo. (via CitID: il volto tipografico delle città)
CitID is an ambitious project aiming to gain global consciousness by giving a (type)face to every city worldwide; big or small, rich or poor, famous or infamous, well-known or unheard-of.
Jaime Garcia (St Louis Cardinals) before the second game of the World Series against the Texas Rangers at Busch Stadium, St. Louis, 20 October 2011; photo by Ezra Shaw - via Il baseball in bianco e nero World Series 2011 – Il Post
Tom Waits on St. Louis:
No, never lived there. It’s a good name to stick in a song. Every song needs to be anatomically correct: you need weather, you need the name of the town, something to eat - every song needs certain ingredients to be balanced. You’re writing a song and you need a town, and you look out of the window and you see “St. Louis Cardinals” on some kid’s T-shirt. And you say, “Oh we’ll use that.”
(Tom Waits, “The Man Who Howled Wolf”, interview by Jonathan Valania in Magnet, June-July 1999 - from Innocent When You Dream: The Collected Interviews of Tom Waits)
via Copenhagen Cycle Chic®: Umbrella City cycling in the rain in Ferrara, Italy
That’s what I call style.
Our colleague and friend, the rather excellent poet Simon Smith, has a rather brilliant London poem featured on londonist.com
Rather Like Orchestration
A future becomes a present conjured from a diary.
People walking over the silver bridge.
Nobody goes to sleep these days because no one is allowed,
The top light remains on, the one in the hallway
Projects a strange orange shaft that myths are spun from
Maybe God lives there, rubbing shoulders with Venus
And other candidates for the top job.
That’s my view from the stairwell 70 or 80 feet up:
That reading brings no rest, that buttons shine straight,
While easterlies rub windows and trees shiver,
Want to come inside, huddle close by the fire we don’t have?
You make it up as you go along, because you know you can
Provide alternatives, people amongst their own thoughts,
Their own egos and silver rain flutters to a predestined destination.
Well, that is if you believe in God (any god). I do not.The Americans talk like robots at the corner table
Conducting war,
It’s some party.
And that makes communication a problematic unravelling of history,
And as for my invaded personal space—that dark night of the soul—
The treadmill to the stars is where I’m stuck,
Chilly, chilly enough to bang gloved hands together, boom, boom.These ruminations the thumbnails of self-regard
Block out all the lights.
Yesterday evening was an eclipse,
The moon high in our smoky latitude,
Those almost imperceptible indentations, ghosts
Of a physical presence sweep around to plant the scissor kick.
© Simon Smith from London Bridge (Salt, 2010)