Month: August 2008


I see that knave, that scoundrel, that villain Isaac “Thruppence more an up goes the donkey” Freeman has stooped to the very lowest levels in his continued claims on the Head Spat.

If the desperate gibbering of my esteemed compatriot were made corporeal as actual Head Spats, they would be thought of as barely worthy of the name, having more the aspect of a crude sack-cloth with which one might wipe night soil from ones perriwig, and being conveniently located for this purpose.

Conversely, my own would be spats acclaimed as fit for the nobility, all craft’d from shimmering samite, bedecked with gems and most cunningly wrought.

The Head Spats of JSR, gentle readers, are spoken of in hushed, awed tones. The lower classes tell stories of them, and sob into their small beer and cider.

Surely Michael Drayton spoke of my Head Spats with these words:

About which lodgings, tow’rds the upper face,
Ran a fine bordure circularly led,
As equal ‘twixt the highest high’st point and the base,
That as a zone the waist ingirdled,
That lends the zone a breathing, or a space,
‘Twixt things near view and those those far over head

Mouse Deux

While visiting Annette’s family in Christchurch last weekend, we spent some time with Annette’s young nieces. During this visit, we helped a couple of the girls colour in some pictures of Mickey Mouse. I helped Maisie colour her picture, while Annette helped Stella colour hers.

Here’s Annette’s mouse:

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Boring Mickey, originally uploaded by jsr.spathi.

Here’s mine:

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Hawesome Mickey, originally uploaded by jsr.spathi.

Clearly, Boring Mickey does not immediately grab the viewer, and repeated viewings and analysis do not reveal any kind of depth hidden beneath the initial textural homegeny. Stylistically and thematically, Boring Mickey is derivative .. almost tiresome.

Hawesome Mickey in the other hand, is immediately visually interesting, and close analysis shows layer upon layer of meaning for the serious student. The subversion of the corporate form in colour while maintaining the integrity of shape belies a sophisticated understanding of technique, while at the same time Mickeys presentation as the Harlequin is clearly a reference to the parallels that can be drawn between Mickeys playful role in in the Disney character troupe, and the Harlquins’ role in the commedia del’arte.

Any serious student will, when viewing Hawesome Mickey, find themselves nodding slowly and saying things like “Yes .. yes I see.” and “Very much truth. Very much beauty. I cannot find words. They should have sent a poet.” whereas viewers of Boring Mickey may find themselves at best sneering and rolling their eyes, and and worst throwing up a little into their own mouths before turning their eyes aside in pity.

Headspat Mendicants

It has come to my attention that my esteemed colleague and dear friend Mr. Isaac “Gordon” Freeman is asserting that he is the creator, arbiter and herald of Head Spats.

I would like you to know, gentle readers, that it is I who am the source of the name Head Spats, and the Freeman is merely an aper of his betters, like unto a child who in an effort to attract the attention of his elders bleats “Excuse me” over and over without grasping the substance of what he is saying.

It cuts me deeply to have to call him out thus, for he is a friend close to my heart, but in the matter of Head Spats he is a vexatious mendicant, a popinjay, strutting in a suit of rags and tatters. Do not be fooled by his claims.