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October 4, 2005

Own Admiral Horatio Nelson's Undershirt — Complete with the fatal bullet hole


In England Horatio Nelson occupies a place in the collective psyche equivalent to that in America of George Washington, Elvis and John F. Kennedy — combined.

The beige woolen one–sleeved undershirt (above) Admiral Nelson was wearing when he was fatally wounded at the Battle of Trafalgar on October 21, 1805 — with an "N" embroidered inside the neck and a bullet hole in the left shoulder — goes on the auction block at 2 p.m. tomorrow afternoon at Sotheby's in London.

Consigned by the descendants of Kitty Matcham, Nelson's youngest sister, it is possibly the only piece of of the British war hero's clothing still in private hands and is expected to bring up to £500,000 ($875,000).

The sale of Nelson memorabilia, timed to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the epic battle which determined the course of future European and world history, also features the daybed from Nelson's cabin on HMS Victory, expected to fetch £150,000; the wicker cot used by his daughter Horatia, born out of wedlock (£50,000); and a combined knife and fork made for the one–handed admiral, expected to bring at least £35,000.

The pocket watch Nelson was carrying at Trafalgar, consigned for sale by descendants of Nelson's favorite niece, Charlotte, who had it mounted in a carriage clock case, could realize up to £350,000.

At Christie's, meanwhile, the secret battle plans for Trafalgar, signed by Nelson himself, may sell for as much as £90,000.

The Trafalgar/Nelson–themed auctions at Bonham's, Sotheby's and Christie's this month are expected to result in total sales of over £3.5 million.

October 4, 2005 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Flexible Clock


Salvador Dali, call your office: your order is in.

From designers Joel Hoag and Eric Ludlum of Elseware comes this most interesting timepiece, called the Big Bend.


"Give this clock a twist and a pull to make it any shape you want."

Einstein would twig.

"Hidden armature wire allows you to bend it around corners and poles or drape it over the edge of a table."


Measures approximately 10" across — precisely how big it is would seem to depend on you, wouldn't it? — "and has a moveable 12 o'clock marker so it will be accurate any way you hang it."

The website says it's "In Stock" but it would appear that you have to go to the Elseware store (97 Wyckoff Ave.#4, Brooklyn, N.Y.; 718-366-0888) to buy one.


[via AW]

October 4, 2005 at 03:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

bookofjoeTV not a pipe dream after all?


What's this?

Another fevered fantasy from wanna–be internetTV star bookofjoe?

Not this time.

The headline above is from yesterday's USA Today story by Jefferson Graham about just the thing I've been anticipating for some years now: the coming of true internetTV — anywhere, anytime, on any mobile device, with Google as your channel guide.

Oh, yeah — bring it 'cause I am so past ready....


Read the story via the link and you'll see that either something's up or else Graham somehow got into my Kool–Aid stash.

October 4, 2005 at 02:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

See the Rolling Stones in concert this Thursday night


That's the good news.

The bad news is you have to come to Charlottesville, the podunk town I live in, to catch the show, which starts at 7 p.m. "rain or shine" at the University of Virginia's Scott Stadium.

I'll be there: I got my tickets online earlier this year the day they went on sale.

But guess what?

You can do the very same thing today.

Yesterday's Charlottesville Daily Progress (we call it the Daily Regress but no matter) featured a front page story by Melanie Mayhew in which she noted, deep within the article, in its continuation on page A5 inside, that some seats were still available at all price levels at www.ticketmaster.com.


I just went and checked and sure enough, they've released more seats for sale at all levels, from $60 to $350.

You could look it up (in the graphic that leads this post).

So you see there are some advantages to living in Hicksville: bet you couldn't just waltz in and get Stones tickets in Dallas or Philadelphia two days before the show.

See you there.

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Worst Bag of the Year — Episode 3: Stephanie Johnson Strikes Back


Not content to let first Chanel and then Dior put forth their candidates, Stephanie Johnson advances with her "Wild About Beauty" makeup bag.

It's free with any cosmetics, fragrance or lingerie purchase of $85 or more at Saks Fifth Avenue's special beauty and lingerie event, which runs from today through next Sunday, October 9.

The bad news?

The fine print at the bottom of the full page ad in Sunday's New York Times Styles section: "One to a customer."

The good news?

"One to a customer."

"Hideous Kinky" is not


just the title of the 1992 debut novel by Esther Freud, the daughter of painter Lucian Freud (and great–granddaughter of Sigmund Freud).

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Japanese Weight Loss Ring


What's this?

From the website:

    The Japanese believe that applying pressure to a particular finger can help you lose weight in a specific area.

    Just wear this ring on your index finger to target your hips, middle finger for your butt, ring finger for your stomach and pinky for your thighs.

If you're in a hurry buy four and wear them all at once.

Sure, people will know you're carrying but they won't know what.

Adjustable — one size fits all.

$4 here.

October 4, 2005 at 11:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (5) | TrackBack

S.S. Fair is 'Gaga for Dada'


S.S. Fair of the New York Times on September 25 wrote a paean to Zurich and its history as the city in which Dada — defined by Tristan Tzara as the "universal installation of the idiot" — was founded, at the Cabaret Voltaire on February 5, 1916.

Fair wrote that Dada is "often used incorrectly as a synonym for the bizarre or surreal."

She continued, "Dada is for people who need levity and frequent doses of silly."

No comment necessary here, is there?

The Times story follows.

    Gaga for Dada

    There are many reasons Zurich belongs on your to-do list.

    You can visit your money, and other people's too, since much of the world's gold reserves lies in vaults beneath Zurich's swank shopping street, the Bahnhofstrasse.

    You can check out the twin towers on the Grossmünster, founded by Charlemagne; set your watch to a clock with the largest face in Europe; buy dreary but ecologically smug Freitag bags; maybe run into Tina Turner rolling on the river.

    If not, there's sustenance in chocolate truffles, accompanied by the best hot chocolate in the civilized world, at Confiserie Sprüngli -- which is as much fun to say as it is to visit (pronounced sch-PROON-gli).

    But there is another reason to visit Zurich, and it has nothing to do with fondue (unless you do fondue) and everything to do with the state of the universe.

    Maybe, like me, you need a brief escape from the ''universal installation of the idiot,'' which is how Tristan Tzara defined Dada, the antiwar, anti-art movement that was founded in Zurich at the Cabaret Voltaire on Feb. 5, 1916.

    Often used incorrectly as a synonym for the bizarre or surreal, Dada and its guerrilla theatrics tweaked the snouts of Europe's sacred cows, generating so much provocation and intrigue that it instantly permeated every aspect of modern art.

    Dada was a call to arms against societies that financed war but whose art did not reflect war's brutality and horror.

    It both presaged and defined the modern sensibility -- ingesting and expelling an endless effluvium of ads for hernia belts and the like; making ready-mades out of mass marketing and pastiche and collage out of rubbish; turning machinery into marvelous mayhem that mirrored the savage chaos about.

    Or, it signified absolutely nothing. Dada is for people who need levity and frequent doses of silly.

    And that's what I needed: a tendentious tickle of truth.

    The Cabaret Voltaire, in an unremarkable building at Spiegelgasse 1, is easy to find.

    Like Florence, Zurich is an eminently manageable city, only with trams and an abundance of perfectly working clocks.

    Cabaret Voltaire was named by Hugo Ball, a German refugee, stage director and composer of sound poems.

    As Voltaire's owner, he thought he'd make a killing by allowing soirees in the club.

    And for five months Dada raged supreme.

    Audiences were treated to bicycle wheels attached to kitchen appliances, Hans Arp tableaus, African masks and assorted chants of vernacular nonsense.

    There were songs, poems, dances and atonal tom-toms.

    Dada furrowed every brow -- high, low and middle.

    The crowd might have thrown tomatoes at Ball, dressed in a bright blue cardboard suit and dunce hat, flapping his wings, reciting poetry in liturgical lunacy.

    But it was wartime: there were no tomatoes.

    A nearby resident complained mightily about the disruptions to his work.

    Lenin, in exile at Spiegelgasse 14, was perturbed by Dada insofar as it spoiled his concentration while preparing for armed insurrection in his native country.

    James Joyce, a true Dadaist navigating in the wake of Finnegan, lived in Zurich at the time, writing parts of ''Ulysses,'' which would soon be banned by the United States Postal Service for obscenity.


    By July 1916, Dada was a Zurich sensation, this while the Battle of the Somme accrued its grisly statistics: roughly 500,000 German casualties, 200,000 French and 420,000 British.

    The miliary incompetence and arrogance of those in power escalated to an unfathomable scale.

    Hans Arp wrote, ''We had a dim premonition that power-mad gangsters would one day use art itself as a way of deadening men's minds.''

    This reached a terrible apogee in the kitsch of Nazi Germany.

    It was Dada's job to keep art in its eternal infancy and the heart of the artist light.

    After Dada headquarters moved to a Bahnhofstrasse gallery -- and out into the rest of the world -- the Cabaret Voltaire went into free fall, until a few years ago, when its owner wanted to convert the space into offices and residences.

    A group of artists began squatting there, determined not to let the spirit of Dada turn into nada.

    Nicholas Hayek Jr., the chief executive of Swatch, rescued Dada by investing millions to restore the Cabaret.

    Now there's a coffee bar, a romper room for renegade artists, a library of Dada-ana and ''provokations,'' or happenings: films, lectures, exhibitions, concerts. This month, in the basement ''krypt,'' there will be a tribute to New York Dada's red-hot mama, the Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, who wore tomato cans on her breasts and shellacked her hair.

    At the grand opening last September of the new, improved Cabaret, Cabaret Voltaire offered 10,000 Swiss francs to any couple who named their baby Dada.

    A Swiss woman and a Nigerian man collected: Dada means ''prince'' in a Nigerian dialect, so little Dada was no stretch.

    Young Gugus Dada now has a CD sold at the Cabaret, along with a line of pacifiers and baby clothes.

    Check out Dada's baby pictures at www.cabaretvoltaire.ch.

    The Cabaret also sells Dada watches to defray the costs of running the place, as well as posters, books and postcards (''Immortality is Not Everybody's Thing'' -- Kurt Schwitters).

    The city of Zurich kicks in the rent, allowing Cabaret patrons to carry on the tradition of communing with the Muses.

    That Cabaret Voltaire is subsidized by Swatch is an irony too egregious to digest.

    Farther along the banks of the Limmat River is the Limmatblick Hotel, which runs Bar Dada and is, in fact, a themed tribute to Zurich's own Merry Pranksters.

    Claude Dreifuss, the hotel's owner, had his creative friends fashion Rube Goldberg-type collages to display at the bar, not unlike Morton Schamberg and Baroness Elsa's plumbing trap set on a mitre called ''God.''

    Each hotel room is named after a Dadaist, and the hotel provides guests with a booklet briefly outlining Dada's history and offering useful phrases in Schweizerdeutsch, to make your stay more Dada.

    Hoi (hello; pronounced oy), for instance, sounds like something a borscht belt Tschumpel (idiot) might say, and Spinnwinde (psychiatric hospital) may come in handy around Zurich's red-light district.

    In any case, Bar Dada's coffee is great, the ambience better.

    More irony came to the fore at the Kunsthaus, Zurich's grand museum, where a Sigmar Polke show was in progress.

    What you can't see, without an appointment, is the museum's extensive Dada collection.

    In the trendy Kreis 5 quarter, I ran smack into Gasometer Street, another Dada signpost: Dada was ''a gasometer of jangled feelings,'' Tristan Tzara wrote.

    I had a jangle of coins instead and found ''Shopping in Zurich'' at the Kunstgriff, a well-stocked multimedia bookstore located in an old Löwenbräu factory.

    But my two favorite shops were my own discoveries: Fata Morgana, on the Limmatquai, with its intriguing mélange of papier-mâché masks, bold bone jewelry and more eye-popping etceteras than could be counted.

    I also loved the Chloé dresses and the pearlized skull necklaces by Sophie Does Pearl at Hott 46 (Hottingerstrasse 46).

    The Seefeldstrasse turned out to be the street where I wanted to live and die: secondhand clothing shops; the Paradiesli Bioladen, with its cheeses, olives and picnic fare; and Tibits, a vegetarian joint with curries and prosecco and happy people stuffing their faces.

    I started the trip hungry for Dada and ended up just plain hungry.

    The most remarkable meal I've had in Europe was nearby in Kusnacht.

    Thomas Mann and Carl Jung once lived here, but they didn't dine at Petermann's Kunststuben, a small shrine of culinary symphonies: seared foie gras, rosy lamb, a Kandinsky-like dessert of rhubarb and citron.

    This was eros, c'est la vie; somewhere in Dadaland, Marcel Duchamp, whose alter ego was Rrose Sélavy, was smiling.

    Or perhaps just playing chess.


    Zurich requires a bit of time and money to do properly, but if either commodity is lacking, you can get a quick dose of Dada in Paris at the Pompidou Center, which is sponsoring a Dada show from October to January; it then travels to the National Gallery of Art in Washington in February and the Museum of Modern Art in New York in June.

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Mousepad Clock Radio Calculator


World's most tricked–out mousepad.

You get:

• Mousepad

• Built–in FM radio with auto–scan and auto–shut–off

• Digital clock

• Calculator

• Built–in fabric–covered gel pad to reduce wrist fatigue

• Slot for notes, business cards, paper clips and pens

• Speaker

• Earphones for private listening

Requires 2 AAA batteries (included).

11.5" x 7.5".

$16.50 here.

October 4, 2005 at 09:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

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