Of course IWD notes its socialist roots. It emerged from a declaration at the 1910 at the International Socialist Women's Conference, held at the Folket Hus on Jagtvej, Copenhagen, about a kilometre from where I'm sitting.
A photograph of Anna Burns’ novel “Milkman.” The book rests on a wooden countertop.
Late to the party, but very grateful for the invitation.
To be fair, I guess his double first from Oxford is *better* than my solitary first from North Staffs Poly.
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"Go Long" alone is enough. Men should probably be required to listen and digest.
Me too!
Photo of painting “Early Spring, Melby” (1901), by L.A. Ring
Detail of the same painting.
Photo of painting “Stream in Early Summer” (1900), by L. A . Ring.
Photo of painting “Clear Winter’s Day in Late Afternoon “ (1904), by L.A. Ring.
I’m an absolute sucker for the work of L.A. Ring and finally got to see the incredible collection at Ordrupgaard Museum this afternoon.
Just tell 'em the facts. Any facts will do; they're all the same.
Fair point!
Now @georgemonbiot.bsky.social has liked this post I should clarify that his family connection is very much NOT slender, only mine.
I don't know, some of these twenty somethings seem absolutely hopeless!
No gods, no masters (but pragmatically).
I'm not sure, but it's been hanging around for a few days now. Will report back.
I haven't seen it!
Gotta love this stuff.
Ah!
But it's very nearly Friday. As good as Friday.
Yes, so much more power now that even two weeks ago.
God morgen Henrik! Frosty in the city this morning, but bright and now warming.
A good column. I didn't know about the role of Lyons in standing up to Rothermere and the Mail. Like Monbiot, I can feel a tiny bit of pride in a slender family connection: when my German great grandfather emigrated to Britain in the late C19th, he worked for Lyons, as did his son, my grandfather.
Sunrise over water from the swimming jetty at Svanemøllen, Copenhagen.
God morgen!
Wieland!
Beowulf, by Billy Wilder.
Bookmarking.
I feel sick.
Hegseth's gloating bloodlust is grotesque and degrading.
Nature always makes a difference.
That is a very disturbing reminder of times passage.
I oscillate between the two, at speed.
I was falling into the all too easy trap of reading this war as a stupid farce (after all, it *is* a stupid farce). Then yesterday morning I ran into the Iranian researcher my department is hosting and their face told me everything. This is not some comedy of errors.
