I follow a lot of photographers on Instagram, but Corinne Shiavone’s work is something I’m always glad to see there.  She’s on Instagram as perpetualmobile.

At the store:

Jan Chipchase is in Dire Dawa, in Ethiopia, and got these shots of houses being cladded with hammered-down food-aid tins.

Jan notes:

On the move for the next couple of days on business. Let’s see if the post-scheduler thing works again.

Libby Bulloff

Reuters: “A Kashmiri protester throws a “kangri” or Kashmiri traditional firepot towards Indian police during a protest in Srinagar January 21, 2012.â€

Wikipedia: “Small earthen pots filled with combustibles were used as early thermal weapons during the classical and medieval periods. Containers made at first from clay, later from cast iron, known as ‘carcasses’, were launched by a siege engine, filled with pitch, Greek fire or other incendiary mixtures. These fire pots could cause great damage to besieged cities with largely wooden construction… By the mid-17th century, fire pots had largely been replaced by shells filled with explosives, which may be seen as the direct descendants of military fire pots.”

And also: “A kanger; also known as kangri or kangar or kangir) is an Indian pot filled with hot embers used by Kashmiris beneath their traditional clothing to keep the chill at bay, which is also regarded as a work of art.[3] It is normally kept inside the phiren (Overcoat type garment), the Kashmiri cloak, or inside a blanket. If a person is wearing a jacket, it may be used as a hand-warmer. It is about 6 inches (150 mm) in diameter and reaches a temperature of about 150 °F (66 °C)… Regular use of the kanger can cause skin cancer.”

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Nearly done. Utter chaos. Great fun.

Doing an Internet radio thing with a couple of friends in the smoke today. On the train, rolling in…

Closing up shop until January. Will be adding new content and things here in 2012. If you have suggestions for what you’d like to see, or changes to what’s done here going forward, you can email the dump at warrenellis@gmail.com. Have a good break. And a fine new year. G’night.

No, seriously, that’s what Red Dog Saloon in Hoxton calls this. Best burger I’ve had in ages, too. Lunch with Jones and Schulze of BERG. Also there was beer. Winterval begins.

(now having coffee in Carnaby Street. Bloody Xmas shopping.)

RIG sent me a FRSTEE. Something is wrong with its head. I have a hydrocephalic FRSTEE.

Working in the back garden for as long as my fingers will operate, on a hard cold afternoon.

Supposed big storm blew right over. Bloody Posterous has stopped working. Going out to buy wine in the vain hope of spending Xmas obliviously pissed.

Someone emailed me this a little while ago.  I have no idea what this is.  It may just be one of those weird bits of ephemera that I’ve somehow missed, but…

The YouTube page says, in part:

One would presume that Gesner, probably best known for a stage musical based on Peanuts but also having written comedy for NBC’S Experiment In Television, is in fact the originator of the work.  If anyone knows any more about this, I’m @warrenellis on the twitters.

1. #occupylsx, 2. Occupy Legoland!, 3. Deptford estate recycling bins, 4. genoa19, 5. Tentilla, 6. Untitled

Niki re-homes ex-battery hens. This one was thrown out of the factory this morning. If she makes it through the night, then, all other things being equal, she might last eighteen months. If she can regrow enough feathers to make it through the winter.

Things that are always guaranteed to make me smile: my friends getting together to make things. Molly Crabapple by Ellen Rogers:

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The daily Reuters news galleries – all these images are from Reuters photographers and all rights reside with them and Reuters – are always an unsettling window on the world.  Here’s a selection from today’s spreads, without attribution or explanation.

I find several Favourite New Things a week.  This is the joy of living in 2011: a new Leyland Kirby album lands in my email inbox, brilliant photographers make new images and post them in my social streams, dozens of people mock Jamie McKelvie on Twitter and there’s even a hashtag for it.

And then there is PLANET PULP, which does terrible things to all my most atavistic and shameful bits.  How I love this thing.

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