Annemarie Cancienne
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Annemarie Cancienne
@cancienne.bsky.social
Art, nature, writing woes. Sometimes funny, often intentionally. New Yorker by birth, Londoner by practice. She/her.

Story ‘Nothing Compared to You’ out in the Book of Witty Women : https://bit.ly/3Q72ug0
14yo came home w a letter from school. ‘Can you sign it? It’s so I can go on the choir trip to France.’
But you’re not in…
‘I’m in the choir now’
Sweet, naive youth. She thinks she’s playing them, and has no idea there are regionals coming up.
November 21, 2025 at 8:50 AM
This sounds like a great idea that’s neither open to exploitation nor is morally bankrupt.
November 20, 2025 at 12:18 PM
Hate to do this but: the wing was built in 1902 & enlarged in ‘42 to cover a war bunker. Not old in UK terms but that age is half the existence of the White House itself. The ‘built in 1942’ line came from Trumpian PR.
(Pic from A Mighty Girl showing suffragettes outside the wing in 1917)
October 23, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Someone in Westminster gathered the most Pierce Hawthorne focus group they could find and now we're our immigration policy is becoming the equivalent of this.
October 22, 2025 at 7:13 AM
Full respect to this fasteners company who had a choice about their slogan and made it.
October 18, 2025 at 4:39 PM
I’ve stumbled on a sign vehicle. Signifiers of teenagers. Untouched, our signified is: the teens are asleep. The signs will transform, blamelessly, into discrete pieces and emptinesses left around the house. At this point the signified has changed: the teens are awake.
#semiotics
October 4, 2025 at 8:49 AM
TIL these two are real-life siblings. Off to write the fan fic that gets them meeting in the same caff.
September 24, 2025 at 1:36 PM
God it’s exhausting, living in the era when questions are treated like a knife attack. Parry the blade, shiv one of theirs, adjust the point total. Real ‘I know you are but what am I?’ energy.
September 1, 2025 at 7:33 AM
The AI summary (I presume) for the big-budget King and Conqueror damns it with blandness. Like a decaf tea bag dipped into not-quite boiling water; tinged with the thing while not being the thing.

‘William of Normandy and Harold of Wessex were two individuals…’
August 20, 2025 at 7:04 AM
The German woman’s football coach looks who a celebrity look-alike agency would send when their main Jose Murinho is already booked out.
July 23, 2025 at 8:59 PM
Spending my Sunday with 100 life-sized guitar photos (and the audio tour that goes with them) because it turns out I love my husband very much.
July 13, 2025 at 1:35 PM
Looking into getting one of these for myself.
July 9, 2025 at 9:17 AM
The world of hidden surveillance cameras is creepy AF.
July 3, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Enjoying how the French word for mackerel is the word an ignorant English person would invent when trying to speak to a French person about mackerel.
June 29, 2025 at 7:56 AM
I would happily andon myself o the madness of a comedy about pies.
June 24, 2025 at 6:53 AM
Already these two are forgotten. Haven’t they also suffered?
June 22, 2025 at 9:27 AM
Looking for pasta salad alternatives to my go-to recipe and stumbled on this reminder of how cursed 1980s food photography was. Those eggs are fighting for their lives.
June 22, 2025 at 8:51 AM
Book rec: anything by Philippe Sands, inc his new one, 38 Londres Street. He has an incredible lawyer’s talent for asking questions and diligently knitting together the answers, often over years. Genuine page turners that quietly vibrate with a sense of justice
June 16, 2025 at 7:32 AM
Picked this up in Rome last year because my Italian was rusty and my answer to all life’s probs is books. It was slow going. Painful. So I put it down and enrolled in a class. One year and several classes later, I opened it yesterday and am racing through in a fabulous rush of adrenaline. #langsky
June 12, 2025 at 12:58 PM
You dirty, dirty spatchcocked chicken.
June 9, 2025 at 5:13 PM
My physio-prescribed exercise band just snapped mid-use and it’s a good thing I’ve had enough physio to stay stable mid-snap otherwise I’d be needing a lot more physio from this.
June 8, 2025 at 9:42 AM
I don’t know how my husband snuck this article into The New Yorker - and with a fake byline, too - but his campaign for a new guitar continues at pace.
May 28, 2025 at 7:08 AM
In checking the phrasing of a Shakespeare quote I found this motivational poster. A perfect interplay of word and image that shows, visually and verbally, just how bad people are at getting jokes.
May 27, 2025 at 2:23 PM
Marks against this cat:
He sits in my garden, waiting to scrap with the other neighbourhood cats

Marks for this cat:
I mean
May 24, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Our train holiday last summer featured Innsbruck/Verona/Lake Como and we all loved Verona. Good food, walkable town, churches and culture. The opera was a highlight - both the spectacle and the unexpected sense of community from clapping and ‘bravo’ing along with everyone else.
May 19, 2025 at 7:04 AM