#neologue

[thewodgeoglot]

ectonym

a name that exudes from the surface of it’s object

[thewodgeoglot]

hiex

a state of exception within any existing hierarchy; a problem that must be dealt with by the head or chief in a chain of command

[thewodgeoglot]

noustate, a state of mind, thought, or other form of higher intelligence; a state of contemplation

[corsicadayo]

⬆津田大介さんのメルマガ「メディアの現場」vol.290〜299の表紙を描かせて頂きました。（Client）neo-logue（Art Direction&Design）氏デザイン

[jewish-transylvania-bukovina]

Treasures in the Attic - Yerusha

“Is it open?” I asked my colleague as she tried the handle of the old wooden door. “No,” she answered, but as she gave it one last hefty shove, the door swung open to reveal the spacious, open, attic balcony of the Neologue synagogue in...

It’s been such a busy time here in Cluj, there is unfortunately little time to post on the blog - but read this post from the Yerusha site to learn of our recent discoveries

[jewish-transylvania-bukovina]

Morning sun lights up the twin spires of the Neologue synagogue of Cluj/Kolosvar. 

The past few months have been an intense period of work for the JBAT team but we’ll soon be returning to our weekly blog posts, now from Cluj/Kolosvar/Klausenburg, the site of research for the next 4 months. 

Stay tuned for website update announcements and more! 

[ritavonbees]

So I stopped updating for a day or so because my phone ran out of batteries, but here's what you missed:

I sold some zines and ate some dumplings and made daisy chains out of postit notes.

I was super awkward at a local cartoonist who had been shown my comic script by my workshop leader (she was staying in the same house as him) and who apparently liked it.

I entered a spelling bee by means of putting my name and an interesting word in a box on a bit of paper. they claimed that the interesting words would be incorporated into the competition but they lied. ;_; I wanted to see someone ask Lawrence Leung to use polysynthesis in a sentence.

the spelling bee also had a wild card in each round, chosen by means of asking the audience to put their hands on their heads or bums respectively depending on whether they thought the word on the screen was for example a cheese or a font, repeat until one person is left.

one wildcard round we played "cheese or game of thrones" instead, modified to have us put our hands on our boobs in the latter case, because everybody loves a good laugh at HBO's expense. I must have looked confident because a locally well-known Irish novelist (or at least, an Irish guy that everybody knows and who has been writing a novel for the last four years, it's often hard to tell with TINA) looked very much like he was copying my answers. I got Marillion wrong though. Later on, both of us were on stage (me by the luck of the draw, him as the wildcard who correctly identified "how to teach your cat origami" as Not A Real Book and "sTORI Telling by Tori Spelling" as A Real Book) and he admitted it! And that is the story of how a locally well-known Irish novelist stared at my boobs during a spelling bee, and also how I learned to spell the word "sacrilegious."

He ended up winning the spelling bee. His prize was sTORI Telling by Tori Spelling.

Then I went to a poetry slam with tumblr user wehaveallgotknives, who totally killed it and also kindly lent me her phone to find my poems in my gdocs. We made friends with some canberran poets who gave us wine! There was heaps of good stuff, but possibly my favourite is the guy who got up with a broomstick and a ratty elephant mask and did a routine as a depressed elephant comedian. It was extremely saddertaining.

Rounded out the night with the Late Night Readings, which was crammed full on account of being the last event of the festival. It was a pretty great bookend considering my first night at the festival also consisted of a poetry slam and a story reading event. And coincidentally, both first and last readings had humorous truestories involving an unfortunate incident with a bus - in the first case a minibus full of mutinying dementia patients, and in the second a school bus driven by Road Rage Santa. There was some good quality comedy this year. I basically napped out towards the end and had to sleepwalk back to the hostel, though.

In the morning, the Writers' Society crowd had breakfast at a French cafe and gossiped about the festival. After about five to ten minutes of talking about Ben Jenkins - "omg he was HILARIOUS" "Which one was he?" "You know, the short one with the pointy ginger hair. looks kind of like bart simpson?" "omg I had a huge crush on bart simpson as a kid I AM SUPER ATTRACTED TO BEN JENKINS RN" - somebody went "uh guys. guys. ben jenkins and his girlfriend are sitting at that table over there." at which point we all died and then went cross-eyed from trying to ROFL and act casual at the same time.

and then I went back to Al's and crashed out for the afternoon and now I am AWAKE