Mark Sanford

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It’s kind of cute how Fox has these little ‘oopses’ every now and again, especially when it’s suspiciously convenient (although laughably obvious) to their agenda. Many have pointed out the network’s recent ‘inadvertent’ party affiliation misidentification of South Carolina governor Mark Sanford after his return from extramartial affairs in Argentina and I don’t have much to add.

You see, I’m just using his prodigality as an excuse for a quick filler post and another fun, apropos song to share. Today’s multimedia tie-in is…


“Mi Confesión”

Gotan Project
from the 2006 album Lunático

Gotan Project is a Paris-based, Argentina-influenced, tango-electronica group which collaborates with many different musicians and singers. On this track they enlist the aid of Buenos Aires-based rappers Koxmoz. It’s fun.

Or, as the New Yorker editors would have it, reëngagement. I swear, that’s too stuck up even for me.

Da Vinci Monument phonograph

Anyway, just to liven up the rebooting of pannaceaeae, I thought I’d share some more music. This time around I’m featuring a couple of husky-voiced sirens.


I’ve waited long enough. It’s about time I enlightened you, Dear Reader(s), on the origin of my name. Assuming there’s more than one of you (or if, as I sometimes wonder, I only have one reader with multiple personality disorder and a bunch of fraudulent IP addresses, more than one of your identities) who’s speculated on or suspected about the subject, I will now illuminate.

The original Pannonica

The original Pannonica

Pannonica was the nickname of Baroness Nica de Koenigswarter, an expatriate of English and Hungarian descent who was a friend and patron of many New York jazz musicians from the 1950s to her death in 1988. Actually, consulting a biography I see now that Pannonica was part of her given name, which in full is Kathleen Annie Pannonica Rothschild. ‘Nica’ was the nickname, shortened from Pannonica.

Anyway, it seems her father, Charles Rothschild of the fabulously wealthy English banking dynasty, was an amateur entomologist who for whatever reason had an abiding interest in the flora and flora of the Pannonian Plain in central Europe. On this blog’s Képtár page can be found images of some of these plants and animals– their species or subspecies name, pannonica, means “of Pannonia.” The Pannonian Plain is the basin of the Pliocene Pannonian Sea, which was a separated section of the Paratethys Sea, which was in turn a subsystem of the Alps-Himalaya geomorphological system. Sciencey digression cribbed from Wikipedia. Without consulting some sort of arcane Hungarian dictionary, I can’t tell you where Pannonia comes from. So, anyway,  Chuck apparently thought it would be neat to acknowledge his passion in the naming of his daughter. His brother Victor became a baron, his nieces were granted daughter-of baron status and, just to seal the deal, Pannonica married a French diplomat named Baron Jules von Koenigswarter, making her I guess a double baroness.

Her suites, first at the Stanhope Hotel and later at the Bolivar Hotel, were the site of jam sessions and frequent visits from some of the most important jazz musicians of the era. She had particularly strong friendships with Charlie Parker (it was in her rooms that he died) and Thelonious Monk.


No, I’m not quite ready to descend into the lushy undergrowth. That’s just the first line of the song I’m presenting today.

I’m a little preoccupied lately, but I thought I’d post the newest incarnation of the “Multimedia” series by way of oblique explanation. Also on my list of things to get around to this evening is responding to Hayden Tompkins’ meme-tag. She is so good to me.

“Cardboard Boxes”
Loudon Wainwright III
(from the 1984 album I’m Alright)

Folk-rock singer/songwriter hero Loudon Wainwright III is still probably best known for two things he did in the early 1970’s: appearing in a few episodes of M*A*S*H as the guitar-playing Captain Calvin Spalding, and for the novelty song “Dead Skunk.” Wait, I take that back. He’s now most famous for being the father of Rufus and Martha Wainwright (singer Kate McGarrigle is their mother).

p.s. attn: Haydey-scone: although he grew up in New York’s Westchester County, LWIII was born in Chapel Hill, NC.

The story of Little Red Riding Hood is an especially rich source for retelling and reinterpretation, both in popular culture and academia. Freudian assessments, feminist criticisms, all sorts of things (the vast majority of them sexual; go figure). I was recently reminded of this by seeing an informatics type version by Swedish student Tomas Nilsson (see below). Thus inspired, I collected a few old favorites and new finds for your entertainment, Dear Reader(s).

A (very) recent comment by natalie (a.k.a. The Blogger Formerly and Still Sometimes Known as CurlyWurlyGurly) prompted me to traipse over to the rainbowed wall of shiny and circular media to grab a CD for the belated latest episode of Multimedia                     postings.

So here hopefully for your enjoyment is my new (or at least au courant) theme song:

Fay Lovsky & La Bande Dessinée

So, what does everyone think? An appropriate song for my inconsistent blogging ways? Does Natalie’s suggestion of The Clash’s “Should I Stay or Should I Go” fit better? There’s an open call for further selections.

The multimedia tinkering at P A N N A C E A E A E has gone all 21st Century!

headset2 / Robin Goodfellow


disgustingly cute, no?

I’m cheating a little bit on this post. It’s going to be a quickie to write and read, but it may take a while to digest the contents.

Much like Pannoween 2008 (available now only by special request), I’m providing an entire album’s worth of compiled holiday music. This time I’m going to reach back to 2006 (in my pre-blog days) and resurrect Christmas Droppings, which consists of Christmassy tracks culled from non-Christmas albums in my (and in a few instances, a friend’s) CD collection. That’s right. These babies all, amazingly enough, came from regular CDs.

I can pretty much guarantee that no one will like all of the tracks, and also that no one will dislike all of them. It was too big for me to upload them to the storage site as a single zipped archive or even as individual CD-quality .wav files, so they appear as high-quality mp3s, gathered in a single folder.

Unfortunately, I no longer have the artwork that I created for the original incarnation of the CD, but I should be able to work something up in the next couple of days.


courtesy Chisholm-Larsson Gallery

nb: Audio tracks will remain available for approximately 2 weeks after date of post; if you are interested in hearing something you have missed, please make a request in the comments.


Nothing too profound or obscure this time around. It’s time to share some more music and since I’ve been feeling confused and dysteleological lately, I’m going to try to keep it simple and straightforward.

No, that doesn’t mean I’m going to be as obvious as selecting Steely Dan’s “Black Friday” or “Tryptophan Blues” by The Tawdry Commissariat. As the title of the post indicates, I’m after a little inspiration, but not necessarily in the spiritual sense. Rather more in the intake of fresh air to get things underway way.


"The A was in an avalanche"

"The A was in an Avalanche."

Here we are again near the top of the week. Okay, the first half of the week. The first half of the week for normal people. Yes, for purposes of discussion I am including myself among the normal people. Stop laughing.

So. Here we are again near the top of the week and it’s time once again for multimediazation at Chez Pannaceaeae. I’ve decided to use this week’s selections to touch on a topic near and dear to my heart: TYPOGRAPHY, and the history of writing in general. I’m not going to go into a lot of detail because, well, because I could write a book about it. Other people already have. (Here are some on typography from the ITC website, and some from Typophile. I’m also partial to Anatomy of a Typeface, which doesn’t appear on either of the foregoing linked lists. And the authors sure would have had trouble writing those books without alphabets!*) Another reason I don’t intend to get carried away on some sort of psychotypological flight of fancy is that I’m using it primarily to set the stage for the music that I’ll be sharing with you, Dear Reader(s).


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