Ten museums - from Orkney to Exeter - have been longlisted for this year's £100,000 Art Fund prize for museums and galleries. See the contenders here.
-Maev Kennedy visits three of the contenders
I've been thinking for a while of moving to a new blog that combines the thought I put into my posts on Astrarium with the ease and bite-size chunks of Vox posting (but without the Vox advertising). In the middle of one of my fever dreams last week the name came to me:
...which has been a fave nickname for myself for a while. I'm still tinkering with it, but so far I'm pretty darn pleased. There's an RSS feed if you'd like to add me to your reader (and my Facebook profile automatically updates every time I post), because most of my meanderings are going to be over there now. I'm officially done with Astrarium, and I think I'll just be a reader (and commenter) here on Vox. Unless I have sordid dating tales to relate to my neighborhood!
Edited to add:
Thanks to Carolee for creating a syndicated account for Engineer's Daughter on LJ, for those who prefer reading their feeds there! I also recommend Google Reader.
Ten museums - from Orkney to Exeter - have been longlisted for this year's £100,000 Art Fund prize for museums and galleries. See the contenders here.
-Maev Kennedy visits three of the contenders
shy
half-assed
fuel
angry anymore
swim
red letter year
akimbo
manhole
modulation
parameters
grey
here for now
back back back
two little girls
the atom
alla this
joyful girl
gravel
little plastic castle
32 flavors
Ani does a bruised heart good.
An exhibition of photographs has opened at the Rivington Place gallery documenting the Bangladesh war of independence
]]>The telephone rang. The waiter wiped a glass dry and held it up to the light. Not until I felt I could stand the ringing no longer did he pick up the receiver. Then, jamming it between his shoulder and his chin, he paced to and fro behind the bar as far as the cable would let him. Only when he was speaking himself did he stop, and at these times he would lift his eyes to the ceiling. No, he said, Vittorio wasn't there. He was hunting. Yes, that was right, it was him, Carlo. Who else would it be? Who else would be in the restaurant? No, nobody. Not a soul all day. And now there was only one diner. Un inglese, he said, and looked across at me with what I took to be a touch of contempt. No wonder, he said, the days were getting shorter. The lean times were on the way.
Royal Mint reveals the first new coin designs for 40 years, dreamt up by a 26-year-old trainee graphic designer. See the designs here.
-Mint unveils new coin designs