skiourophilia

• lesbian pulp fiction - how to be a retronaut
• you wouldn't want to be Andy Warhol's landlord - letters of note
• 22 manly ways to reuse an Altoids tin - art of manliness
• from velouté to casserole: a question of green beans amandine and Campbell's cream of mushroom soup - gherkins and tomatoes
• semper ubi sub ubi - urban dictionary
• John Betjeman's 'Invasion Exercise at the Poultry Farm' - ancient industries
• keyboard (ASCII) art and typewriter portraiture - boingboing and letterology
• a scarf with a secret hiding place for your valuables - better living through design
• on muscular women - brain-pickings (with some 1901 Edison footage of a trapeze striptease!) and how to be a retronaut
• some valuable thoughts on living in the present - liberty london girl
• how to cast out rats & mice, the old-fashioned way (Mäuseexorzismus!) - laudator temporis acti

• feeding James Dean's kitten Marcus - lists of note
• 'his eyes raked boldly over her' - the romance writers phrasebook - awful library books
• 'Those Various Scalpels' by Marianne Moore - lumpy pudding
• creamy peanut butter soup (urgh) - retro-food.com
• a brilliant auto-correct disaster - lazy self-indulgent book reviews
• Barbara Hanrahan on the sun - whispering gums
• 'slide to unlock' - a phrase used to describe a girl who is 'easy' - urban word of the day
• thoughts on dioramas (I love them) - the smart set
• can an astronaut imitate the falling movements of a cat? - how to be a retronaut
• on the use and abuse of condiments (in South Australia, 1858) - the old foodie
• different 'varieties' of lorem ipsum - how about orange

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font;

The firefly wakens, waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,

And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves

A shining furrow, as thy thoughts, in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

And slips into the bosom of the lake.

So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip

Into my bosom and be lost in me.

Titian's Danaë (1553: Prado, Madrid)

• Yum... Lemon Layer Cake with Campari Frosting (from serious eats).

• Sassoon at the Cambridge University Library (from war poetry)

• The Old Foodie explores a scrumptious menu for the Royal Family during Ascot Week 1938. I can't decide whether Consommé Jeanne Garnier would have been divine or foul: a chicken consommé with pigeon added when the consommé is clarified, then champagne is added; then a final garnish with rice and prawns.

• Dr Clelia Mosher, the Dr Kinsey of the late Victorian era: an early sex survey from the Stanford archives (via arts & letters daily)

• Eye candy: Diem Chau's (pleasure of tiny things) carved crayons for Nike for the World Cup.