I chatted with Nate Crowley about Things with Holes that go Right Through Them. We also talked about crabs and octopuses. It’s a gentle seaside episode.
Category: Hedgehog Radio
Welcome to Radio Hedgehog.
Things to curl up with for a while.
Slow down, listen, read, make something and don’t worry about it.
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Things that Glow in the Dark, and Frogs
I (that’s me, Viv) chatted with John about things that glow in the dark, lasers, holograms and spies, and with Ricky about frogs, ants, stick insects and potatoes.
I’ve been VERY tired the last few weeks, so you get to see me draw very oddly, and laugh about it.
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My Bumper Book of Lies
John Peacock, who put the music the wonderful song that kicked off Hedgehog Radio, has just released a new album. I made the cover. Curl up and listen, rest and bristle.
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Kristin
Two trees that disappeared, and a rabbit.
Thirteen minutes and thirty-three seconds of doodling and chatting.
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Doodling and chatting
I don’t enjoy video calls much. Something about seeing my own face blinking with a tiny delay, perhaps. Something about seeing friends who are and are not there. I miss them. And I miss overhearing conversations about everyday things.
So I have started streaming videos where I chat with them and draw, and all you see is the drawing. No faces. It’s like a holiday.
Here are the first two, Ricky and Alex.
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The Naming of Cats
Two minutes of poety for you. Close your eyes and think of your ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name.(The painting is a portrait of Jane Porter’s cat Carl, by myself. I painted a hundred cats in ink last year, or maybe the year before, I’ll tell you about it another time perhaps.)
“The Naming Of Cats” by T.S. Eliot, read by Fede. -
Letters to a Young Poet
As promised, I am starting to post collected readings of things to curl up with for a little while. Here is Fede, reading from “Letters to a Young Poet” by Rainer Maria Rilke.
I think of you often, dear Herr Kappus, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way. Whether my letters can truly be a help, I often doubt. Do not say, “Yes, they are.” Accept them calmly and without many thanks, and let us wait to see what will come.
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Darwin and the earth worms
When Charles Darwin was old, he stayed at home and observed the earth worms in his garden scientifically. He observed them at night by candlelight, he played musical instruments at them: the piano. The tuba. He noted how they reacted to the light, to the sound, to different tiny meals he offered them.
Friends and colleagues from around the world also observed their local earthworms and sent him letters with collected data.
Darwin wrote a popular science book about his process and findings. It’s here, at Project Gutenberg, for free. It’s a wonderful read.
