Nōmina Nūmina

M3FB.

My three favorite bands (or recording artists).

I can’t name them. I just can’t.

Okay, three names leap into my mind whenever I think about M3FB…

The Clash… Guns’n’Roses… Oasis…

But just because they leap doesn’t mean they really are M3FB. I mean, they are among my favorite bands, yes, obviously, or they wouldn’t leap in the first place.

But as soon as they’ve leapt, my brain starts clamoring: “What about Tupac? Sunn O)))? Iron Maiden? Bruce Springsteen? Prince? Huh? Not to mention [blah blah blah]”

So I just can’t do it.

I can’t name M3FB.

But.

M3FBN?

My three favorite band names?

Now you’re talking.

I can name M3FBN in an instant. And all my brain does is nod twice and say nowt.

So here they are, from simplest (and maybe cleverest) to poetickest:

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Photographed by Lightning
Rosa Voragine Submersa

Unfortunately, only one of the bands lives up to the cleverness and strangeness of its name. But in a way that’s good too. In some ways, it’s better to imagine what this album might sound like than hear music that in any way lived up to the words:

Renaissance D’Un Pétale Séché by Rosa Voragine Submersa

1. Renaissance D’Un Pétale Séché 06:46
2. Souviens-Toi Des Temps Anciens 04:03
3. Un Endroit Pour Eternel Repos 06:02
4. La Lune Esseulée 07:22
5. Les Meurtrissures D’Un Eté 03:42
6. Le Conte De La Muse Endormie 06:38
7. Par Delà Le Miroir, De L’Autre Côté Des Songes 08:52
8. La Valse Du Chloroforme 04:46
9. La Nébuleuse De L’Hiver – La Compagnie D’Un Prince Fantasmagorique 06:40
10. La Pantomime De L’Affliction 06:19
11. Un Endroit Pour Eternel Repos (version piano) 06:03
12. La Valse Du Chloroforme (version originale) 03:06
13. Renaissance D’Un Pétale Séché (version originale) 07:03

Renaissance D’Un Pétale Séché (free at Bandcamp)

She Terms Me On…

Racism and sexism have become normalised in Britain, the equalities minister has said, as she warned that young men were being sucked into violent misogyny by the “cesspit” of social media. Bridget Phillipson said she was increasingly worried about how commonplace misogyny and racism had become, fuelled by online interactions and statements by politicians she said would not have been acceptable a few years ago. […]

Speaking to the Guardian’s Politics Weekly podcast, she said: “I worry that we are at kind of a ground zero in terms of attitudes around violence against women and girls. Things that not very long ago felt totally unacceptable are becoming normal. I think we’re seeing that in terms of attitudes towards women, and I think we see that in terms of attitudes around racism.” […] The women and equalities minister also criticised the police for not taking violence against women and girls seriously enough. “We’ve seen some pretty shocking failings in terms of the police response over decades and sadly we’re not seeing the progress that we should in terms of how the police will often respond to this,” she said. — “Racism and sexism have become normalised in Britain, says equalities minister”, The Guardian, 20th in-terms-of August, 2026

Official portrait of Bridget Phillipson, 2026


Tony Blair by Steve Bell


John, I’m only dancing;
She turns me on, but I’m only dancing;
She turns me on, don’t get me wrong:
I’m only dancing — “John, I’m Only Dancing” (1972) by David in-terms-of-core Bowie

The Bird Dimension

M.C. Escher, Another World / Andere Wereld (1947)


This is almost my favorite image by Escher. But I’d like a frEscher perspective in it: I think the bird should be looking in the other direction, out into the impossibly overlapping universes, not into the cupola and at the viewer.

Night Blight

“Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night. Primitive folk, gathered at a cave mouth round a fire, do not fear night; they fear, rather, the energies and creatures to whom night gives power; we of the age of the machines, having delivered ourselves of nocturnal enemies, now have a dislike of night itself. With lights and ever more lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the cross-roads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?” — Henry Beston (1888-1968), The Outermost House, 1933

So Tsu Me

The Japanese word for unread books, particularly books that have been bought but not yet read, is tsundoku (積ん読). This term refers to the phenomenon of acquiring books and letting them pile up unread, rather than reading them. — AI Overview at Google


Elsewhere Other-Accessible…

Tsundoku at Wikipedia