Etching the ephemeral: vegetable scrimshaw and the inner life

radish scrimshaw

“Turmeric on Radish”

I recently posed this question to the Twitterverse:

“Vegetable scrimshaw: deceptively sedate gateway whittling activity, valid art form, or both? Discuss, but be civil.”

Things got pretty profound pretty quickly. So profound that people hesitated to share their true feelings on the subject. They are still hesitating and I have received no responses, but I suspect this is what they’ll say when they get around to it:

“Sometimes, just for a moment, the scrape of blade on carrot drowns out the frozen thrum of infinity.”Anonymous / no longer sure of own name

“The first time a turnip yielded to my art, the cataracts of despair, to which I had grown so wearily accustomed, lifted from my subtle vision. From that day, I have been a devotee of the ‘greengrocer’s marble.’ “George, Maidenhead

“I am in debt and I steal from allotments.”Julie, Wolverhampton



A bus named Dave Gerrard

Apparently we are now naming buses here in the West Midlands. There may be many men named Dave Gerrard, but there is probably only one bus named Dave Gerrard, and it is this one:

Dave Gerrard bus

Look at him go


Quote of the Day 13 March 2011

“This appeased the god and enabled us to collect shrimp!”

PFK link


Quote of the day 12 Feb 2011

“Providentially [sic – comma] children seldom number piracy among their experiences even in Eastern waters.”

Samples from the Bookshelf: A Book of Prose and Verse Designed to make the Reader “Ask for More”, assembled by Richard Wilson

EDIT 3 March 2011: And then this happened: