Last night The Northern has welcomed yet another digital event. In spring the venue hosted a Digital Marketing event (the one organised by David Bird of FaceBookCreep), and now we all gathered there y...
When the “is blogging dead?” debate broke out, I thought: I am sure I read about this elsewhere, and it wasn’t on Wired. Ah, here it was: I read about it on Manchizzle blog, on 27 Au...
When I was little, on the 7th November my mother and I once went to see my gran’s sister. Back in 1980s, this day was celebrated as the day of the Great October Socialist Revolution. In the even...
Just to what extent can you take things seriously? There is certainly a limit to the amount of tears one can shed over a particular issue. In Moscow, to my knowledge, people aren’t being given c...
Francesco Petrarca (or Petrarch) is well-known to us as one of the major Italian poets, one of the “three fountains” of Italian Renaissance poetry as Dante, Petrarch and Boccaccio are some...
A Student Lamentation, originally uploaded by loscuadernosdejulia. I think one of the biggest differences that struck me upon coming to study in England in 2003 was an almost complete absense of graff...
I woke up at 5.40 this morning with a strange feeling of wanting to stay in bed but not wanting to sleep. As I gradually dragged myself out of bed and to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, it was 7am, ...
D. H. Lawrence, Scent of Irises (from Amores, New York: 1916). A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike of purple irises Rising above the ...
Following on from Max Ernst who peeked on Our Lady punishing the Child – here are two instances of attitude to corporal punishment. The poem Nieman kan mit gerten by the Middle High German lyric...
Parsonage Gardens, originally uploaded by loscuadernosdejulia. Just as we are bracing ourselves in preparation to winter and Christmas, a glowing flower is bravely withstanding the Mancunian wind in P...