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  • No mo mo

    No mo mo

    The first week of December and my upper lip is laid bare. Over the past month of (m)ovember I had cultivated half of my facial hair in the aid of helping to raise awareness of men’s health.
    As I regularly wear a full beard, I began the 1st of November clean shaven and let my Twitter and contact list know of my planned endeavour. I do envy those who have the discipline and determination to really put themselves out there for charity – running a marathon, climbing a mountain or pushing the limits of human endurance in other ways, so letting my tasty follicles free is admittedly an easy route, but it’s a bit of fun, I get to live the gentlemen’s dream and thanks to the people who sponsored me, it’s for a worthy cause.

    thankfully I’ve largely had quite positive reactions from people (including my three year old niece and family) on the moustache – a handlebar certainly seems to suit me better than the pure top lip affair I sported a few years ago: RAF-chav isn’t as appealing as it sounds.

    However, despite getting rather accustomed to my Freddie Mercury inspired chops, come advent, I felt it wouldn’t be in the spirit of the event to hold onto it, and as all good things must come to an end – my lip this week is smooth and fresh.

    movember.com

  • Summer Learning…

    Summer Learning…

    What I learnt this summer…

    The summer is never as long as you think it will be.

    Shorts are de rigur for hot days spent at a desk.

    Shorts should not be above the knee, unless you are a Scout or can pull it off (I’ve certainly tried but my pins / buns don’t quite cut it).

    Playing basketball throwing a ball at people and missing hooped targets during lunch with workmates is an excellent way to let loose and focus on the right stuff after a morning of screen burn.

    15 minutes of lunch spent training may well not be enough for team Burning Red to one day compete at inter-design agency basketball tournaments.

    Make sure you go camping / get to a festival at least once during the warmer months. I always find a few nights under the stars and being a bit closer to nature helps to reset the mind.

    Cardiff is an easily locked down town with little resistance from the resistance.

    Kittens are only kittens for a short amount of time. By the end of the Summer, they will be cats.

    Eggs poached in red wine is a thing!

    Oh yes, and Winter is coming…

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  • Some Frequently Asked Questions

    Some Frequently Asked Questions

    It occurred to me that there is a pile of (literally) Frequently Asked Questions of me and by me, some that are asked on a daily basis, or at least a handful of times a week.

    I’m sure I’m not alone in addressing some of these questions asked of us by our loved ones, house mates, work colleagues etc. So these may come as no surprise….

    What are you looking at? (on the internet)

    None of you business. It’s probably Instagram, Tumblr or Pinterest. Or I’m catching up on the Guardian, Medium, The Next Web or… no, not THAT.

    Well have you decided?

    Probably not, otherwise I would have come to a decision. I’m terrible at making decisions, it’s truly one of my Achilles heels. I’m getting better as I get older, and am more inclined to go with my gut instinct, but sometimes…. Damn!

    What do you want for dinner / breakfast ?

    It’s usually me asking this to my dear wife, after all I tend to do a lot (but not all) of the cooking in our house, and often need to pop to the shops on my way home to pick up supplies.

    Cup of Tea / Coffee?

    Good lord, if I got a penny every time I asked this or got asked (both at home and the studio) I’d be a rich man. Coffee gets the machine working, and tea sustains it. I cannot comprehend a world in which these words are not uttered. Unthinkable.

    Have you called…. (the doctors / vets / parents)

    AAAAARGH! damn my memory!

    Have You fed the Cat?

    It’s common sense that dictates that whoever is up first / home first will have fed the cat. So it’s at the weekends when time is a little more fluid that this gets asked. usually I have.

    What time will you be home?

    When I’m done and finished. To be honest I ask this too, it’s not a one way street – pretty much like the dinner FAQ.

     

     

  • Sxsw day 0 . Getting to Austin

    Sxsw day 0 . Getting to Austin

    I kiss my dressing-gowned wife a goodbye and my journey begins. The taxi driver to the bus station tells me how he went on a long haul flight for the first time last year on a holiday to Florida and he found it scary, but it was okay. We chatted about what I might find in Texas which reminded him of a rodeo show he saw in Orlando and how magnificent the cowboys outfit was ” so smart – all black but with the sparkles. I wanted a costume like that” I promised I’d buy a Stetson and some fancy boots and he bid me a good trip. The national express pushes its way out of a twilit drizzly bus station bang on time. I should get a bit of shut eye now on the way to Heathrow.

    At the airport I was greeted by a ‘mobile’ passport control team : staff approving queuing passenger’s passports with android devices and walked past a talented Yale student tinkling the ivories of a communal white mini-grand.

     

    Now, 32,984 feet in the sky and 5 and a quarter hours away from Atlanta (my first leg) , breakfast at Tiffany’s has been watched and washed down with episodes of adventure time, uncle grandpa and a glass of red. Desperately tired but it’s still bright outside.
    Almost ten hours later I’m in Atlanta airport. Never been to Georgia before. Its hella southern. For an airport anyway. My eyes feel sandy and my brain feels squashed. I hope I nap on the next flight for an hour or so.

    Sitting in the gate to Austin, you can effortlessly play ‘spot the musician’ . its surprising how stereotypical ‘artists’ tend to look. Especially those just visiting .

    Between the gate and the plane I met Dylan who I thought I recognised from Cardiff, turns out her makes films and is premiering his latest film made with gruff Rhys this week. We chewed the fat and will try and share a cab ride into town. I was sat in between a richmonder coming to see friends and check out some parties and an international student from Morocco via Boston visiting a cousin and to see some bands, films and party. After landing in torrential rain , I shared a cab with gruff Rhys, cat and Dylan to the Hilton and then onto my home for the week. There was a key waiting for me under the mat and there house is all mine it seems. Now I’m tucked up in bed and hope to get at least 8 hours shut eye….

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  • Alan Dix – Walking Wales

    Alan Dix is an author, professor, and it seems, a keen walker. His primary interest at large is how people interact with computers at large. Initially, his research has been around the physical input methods and user interfaces of the devices we use and the ways in which we engage and work with others through them. He is increasingly interested in how people might need to use technology in remote and isolated environments.

    He embarked on a three month long tour last Thursday (18th April) during which time he will be walking to walk the thousand mile perimeter of Wales. The reasons are both personal and practical, whilst exploring the computing needs of walkers, and local communities he will be hoping to actively develop solutions to the problems and questions he finds. He has also offered himself up as a walking guinea pig for developers of physical computing, carrying with him various sensors, mobile computers, biometric devices and walking equipment. He is also hoping to deliver talks and workshops at community groups, schools and universities whilst travelling.

    You can follow his journey and read his about his experiences at his blog and Twitter

  • 2012

    2012

    It’s January 2013 and today is my 35th birthday. There’s nothing inherently peculiar about that – a year has ended and another begun. It’s that mid-point through the first month of a new year and the Idea of a new date is settling as it does every year: cheques have been signed with an incremental change (yes I still write the occasional cheque) and future dates noted in calendars. The thing that makes it feel extra strange this year is that for the past 15 years or so, my sense of the future stopped at 2012. I had set up my mental vision of the world to end at the solstice to send this civilisation into disarray and uncharted territory.

    It became very trendy towards the end of 2012 to talk about the end of the world, so I suppose I was just another dead weight on the bandwagon. Maybe it was that 2012 as a date featured as a final target for so many things in the media and politics – various reports would be due, the end of analogue TV, the Olympics, not to mention a Hollywood movie. Non the less, the idea of an immense paradigm shift on the 21st of December had shaped my world view for so many years, I feel the need to write down my thoughts surrounding the non apocalypse and my current feelings on what it might have meant and how it has in fact shaped all of us to some degree.

    It began one summer in the late 1990’s (1997 I think) . I had spent much of my summer holiday sitting under trees in the local park, thinking about my spiritual practice and wrestling control of my mind. I was going through an awakening of sorts – working through my waning teenage years, gathering a sense of who I was and what I might want from the future and attempting to develop my creative language (something I’m still struggling with). Anyway, I found d myself reading Terrace McKenna’s True Hallucinations, a book about his psychedelic discoveries with his brother, a fellow ‘ethno botanist’ as they made their way through the Amazon basin and the various drug experiences they encountered along the way.

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    The one thing to take away from this book was the notion that ‘the end of history’ would take place in this lifetime, specifically mid morning of the winter solstice in 2012. This date was arrived at through a mixture of i-ching, the end of the Mayan calendar long count and a piece of computer software that mapped out ‘novelties’ during our idea of civilised history; you the resulting graph was ‘time wave zero’ and stopped at 11.30 am 21/12/12. I should point out that McKenna was also the ‘shamanic’ guide to the pop-rave band the Shaman, and features on a track which talks about a coming time of increased human consciousness.

    I was about 19 and 2012 seemed a lifetime away. By the time I’d be approaching my 35th birthday, I imagined I’d be well engaged in my artistic career, possibly with a wife / hareem of lovers and certainly living a sustainable lifestyle on a small holding or commune of like minded hippies. Whatever the outcome, I felt confident I’d have the skills to weather an apocalypse – carpentry, mechanics, plumbing and huntsman. I’m still yet to begin my apprenticeship in any of these skills unfortunately. Maybe I’ll be ready for the next one.

    The one thing that Terrace McKenna stated was that he felt it would herald the end of history, not the end of the world per say. I set about formulating various scenarios around this idea right up until the end of last year. A mixture of science fact, history, science fiction, paranoia, seemingly inevitable eventualities and my own and friends ruminations. The usual suspects were there :

    The sun’s due solar flip resulting in huge storms that would knock out our infrastructures including the Internet. Our current sense of place being so heavily dependant on which would leave us without any clear idea of who we are, coupled with having to go back to basics taking us out of the current trajectory of civilisation and starting fresh.

    The earth’s magnetic poles would flip (possible triggered by the sun) leaving us in a similar state to above but with more of a planetary shift; for one thing up would be down, compasses would be wrong, birds and animals would be confused, seasons may shift along with extreme weather patterns and widespread flooding and earthquakes wiping out and changing the continents as we know them. Again, a fresh start that would make our history redundant.

    From a western perspective, it could be a subtler shift. Consumption of the now would reach saturation, nothing could be new enough resulting in a break down of where we’ve come from or going to. This could in fact be a superficial satori – only the now is real. However, I feel if such a sense of enlightenment was enforced on a population, there could be casualties, madness and fear. Only those ready to be present would survive with their minds and sense of self intact. This ties in with McKenna’s view that it would be best to experience the solstice whilst under the influence of a strong psychedelic.

    The end of a current Christian understanding of history would come to an end. The solstice after all is the birth time of most myths and religions concerning children of gods. Would this be a new era of belief? Would our alien masters return to enslave us, or would a prophet figure be discovered to lead us into a new era beyond a Christian world view? Maybe the sun’s solar flares would change the earth’s atmospheric chemistry resulting in a world wide shift in consciousness resulting in a mixture of the above scenarios.

    Maybe post modernity’s journey would conclude at a point where nothing more from the past could be re appropriated. All sense of irony and juxtaposition would become meaningless.

    Again, if this the end of history was important, Would CERN uncover the secrets of time travel, leaving our view of linear time redundant, heralding the end of history as we understand it?

    So, the 21st of December 2012 arrived and the apocalypse was mainstream. Facebook was brimming with jokers, he evening news ran features on it and ‘preppers’ became the final word on how to survive apocalyptic fallout. Life plans got in the way of my preparations ; I had imagined the party to end all parties, but it clashed with too many of my friends Xmas parties, and truth be told my wife and I were worn out. We had to go to a wedding a car ride and overnight stay away on the 22nd, so the 21st itself was nothing like the fire fueled, psychedelic driven meditation on time that had been the end point in my minds eye. We cleaned the house, packed our bags and watched a DVD. Our pagan ancestors would have been so ashamed. We did light a fire and burn the yule log though.

    I have a friend who was also looking to the 21st with anticipation. For her it had little to do with any doomsday scenarios, and admittedly, I felt that some of the ideas I had offered an apocalypse in the true meaning of a shift or change in time. She never really said what it would mean to her, and more that it was a time of transformation, of change and higher awareness. She had had a very trans-formative year with her own sense of self, relationships and spiritual awareness. I was increasingly feeling a void of any sense of change. Feeling disconnected from any magic, I let the date arrive and go.

    Unexpectedly, I did feel something. I am fully aware that after waiting for something for so long something had to happen, psychosomatic or otherwise, and my ego would likely do all it could to give it all some meaning. That said, the day of the solstice and the days following it, I felt a change. It was as if this was in fact the end of a sense of where we’ve been and brought with it a renewed sense of purpose. Humanity could now look forward without the past biting at our heels. I felt optimistic and ready for what was to come. It was ever so subtle, but with a great power to be whatever we want to be and to shape the reality we desire.

    Of course, on the 22nd of December, everyone acted as though nothing had changed. We were all still here and Google was still online. The doomsday never happened, and in some way I wonder if we were all a bit disappointed.

    These prophecies come and go every once in a while and it will no doubt be the last. Nothing ever happens of course, but what they do seem to do is focus large groups of people towards one idea. It’s a pity that this idea isn’t a bit more productive and the focus not used to better our collective lot. What they may do in some small way is offer some reflection on humanities place on this blue marble and bring to light the responsibilities we all have to make the future better and more importantly appreciate what we do have and how we can make it work in harmony. After all, the only thing we can be certain of is ‘now’, in which case there’s nothing gained in worrying about the past or the future. Maybe I’m not the only person to have been made more aware of this in 2012; if so, the shaman may have been right after all.

  • Twitter in wordpress Woes

    Just a quick note to anyone experiencing twitter feed difficulties in WordPress – specifically ‘twitter for WordPress’ or old jquery.twitter plugins.

    It seems as though a twitter api agreement has changed (probably set in motion a while back, but only the last few days has made the switch)

    For ‘Twitter for WordPress’
    change the line:

    $messages = fetch_rss(‘http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/’.$username.’.rss’);

    with

    $messages = fetch_rss(‘http://api.twitter.com/1/statuses/user_timeline/’.$username.’.rss’);

    For jquery.twitter.js

    replace all code with:
    (Thanks to Damien du Toit)

    (function($) {
        /*
            jquery.twitter.js v1.6
            Last updated: 16 October 2012

            Created by Damien du Toit
            http://coda.co.za/content/projects/jquery.twitter/

            Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial 3.0 Unported License
            http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/
        */

        $.fn.getTwitter = function(options) {

            $.fn.getTwitter.defaults = {
                userName: null,
                numTweets: 5,
                loaderText: “Loading tweets…”,
                slideIn: true,
                slideDuration: 750,
                showHeading: true,
                headingText: “Latest Tweets”,
                showProfileLink: true,
                showTimestamp: true,
                includeRetweets: false,
                excludeReplies: true
            };

            var o = $.extend({}, $.fn.getTwitter.defaults, options);

            return this.each(function() {
                var c = $(this);

                // hide container element, remove alternative content, and add class
                c.hide().empty().addClass(“twitted”);

                // add heading to container element
                if (o.showHeading) {
                    c.append(“

    “+o.headingText+”

    “);
                }

                // add twitter list to container element
                var twitterListHTML = “

      “;
                  c.append(twitterListHTML);

                  var tl = $(“#twitter_update_list”);

                  // hide twitter list
                  tl.hide();

                  // add preLoader to container element
                  var preLoaderHTML = $(“

      “+o.loaderText+”

      “);
                  c.append(preLoaderHTML);

                  // add Twitter profile link to container element
                  if (o.showProfileLink) {
                      var profileLinkHTML = “

      “;
                      c.append(profileLinkHTML);
                  }

                  // show container element
                  c.show();

                  // request (o.numTweets + 20) to avoid not having enough tweets if includeRetweets = false and/or excludeReplies = true
                  window.jsonTwitterFeed = “https://api.twitter.com/1/statuses/user_timeline.json?include_rts=”+o.includeRetweets+”&excludeReplies=”+o.excludeReplies+”&screen_name=”+o.userName+”&count=”+(o.numTweets + 20);

                  $.ajax({
                      url: jsonTwitterFeed,
                      data: {},
                      dataType: “jsonp”,
                      callbackParameter: “callback”,
                      timeout: 50000,
                      success: function(data) {
                          window.count = 0;

                          $.each(data, function(key, val) {
                              var tweetHTML = ”

    • ” + replaceURLWithHTMLLinks(val.text) + “”;

                              if (o.showTimestamp) tweetHTML += ” ” + relative_time(val.created_at) + ““;
                         
                              tweetHTML += “

      • “;

                              $(“#twitter_update_list”).append(tweetHTML);

                              count++;

                              if (count == o.numTweets) {
                                  // remove preLoader from container element
                                  $(preLoaderHTML).remove();

                                  // show twitter list
                                  if (o.slideIn) {
                                      // a fix for the jQuery slide effect
                                      // Hat-tip: http://blog.pengoworks.com/index.cfm/2009/4/21/Fixing-jQuerys-slideDown-effect-ie-Jumpy-Animation
                                      var tlHeight = tl.data(“originalHeight”);
                     
                                      // get the original height
                                      if (!tlHeight) {
                                          tlHeight = tl.show().height();
                                          tl.data(“originalHeight”, tlHeight);
                                          tl.hide().css({height: 0});
                                      }

                                      tl.show().animate({height: tlHeight}, o.slideDuration);
                                  }
                                  else {
                                      tl.show();
                                  }
                     
                                  // add unique class to first list item
                                  tl.find(“li:first”).addClass(“firstTweet”);
                     
                                  // add unique class to last list item
                                  tl.find(“li:last”).addClass(“lastTweet”);

                                  return false;
                              }
                          });
                      },
                      error: function(XHR, textStatus, errorThrown) {
                          //alert(“Error: ” + textStatus);
                          //alert(“Error: ” + errorThrown);
                      }
                  });
              });

              function replaceURLWithHTMLLinks(text) {
                  var exp = /(\b(https?|ftp|file):\/\/[-A-Z0-9+&@#\/%?=~_|!:,.;]*[-A-Z0-9+&@#\/%=~_|])/ig;
                  return text.replace(exp, “$1“);
              }

              // sourced from https://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js
              function relative_time(time_value) {
                  var values = time_value.split(” “);
                  time_value = values[1] + ” ” + values[2] + “, ” + values[5] + ” ” + values[3];
                  var parsed_date = Date.parse(time_value);
                  var relative_to = (arguments.length > 1) ? arguments[1] : new Date();
                  var delta = parseInt((relative_to.getTime() – parsed_date) / 1000);
                  delta = delta + (relative_to.getTimezoneOffset() * 60);
                 
                  if (delta < 60) {
                      return “less than a minute ago”;
                  }
                  else if (delta < 120) {
                      return “about a minute ago”;
                  }
                  else if (delta < (60*60)) {
                      return (parseInt(delta / 60)).toString() + ” minutes ago”;
                  }
                  else if (delta < (120*60)) {
                      return “about an hour ago”;
                  }
                  else if (delta < (24*60*60)) {
                      return “about ” + (parseInt(delta / 3600)).toString() + ” hours ago”;
                  }
                  else if (delta < (48*60*60)) {
                      return “1 day ago”;
                  }
                  else {
                      return (parseInt(delta / 86400)).toString() + ” days ago”;
                  }
              }
          };
      })(jQuery);

  • Thrifty times

    It was an early start to the day with a rude awakening from one of the other house guests, Maya the bengal cat. She and mariska are staying with my parents for a few weeks while a friend moves house from Porthcawl back to her home country. They are magnificent beasts, with very individual temperaments and very cute and chatty.

    After coming to and a spot of breakfast, the humans of the house removed a sprawling fig tree from the garden. The justification bring that it was taking over and that the racoons are eating the fruit as fast as it can produce it. Personally, I probably would have kept it as a great specimen, but my relaxed attitude to gardening is something of a departure from my mothers exacting horticulture management. A near fainting episode and sweaty half hour later, the finch family had felled the tree and space for another big plant was prepared.
    This afternoon I stopped by a goodwill thrift shop and picked up a few records before pipping to the pet store for a laser pointer for dual cat teasing and power point duties.

  • Richmond in heat

    After arriving in virginia late Saturday and a lazy Sunday, aside from a spot of gardening in the morning, today was labour day in the U S of A. Commemorating the signing of labour laws, but now a good excuse for a Monday off work and traditionally a big BBQ day.
    My parents aren’t really the outside grill sort unfortunately, but we did pay a visit to the virginia museum of fine art. I always enjoy dropping in – it’s housed in a fantastic building in the heart of what’s known as the historic district of town, full of colonial style houses, adorned with ornate iron work on each veranda.

    The permenant collection is a solid one, and today we spent some time in the Indian artifacts galleries. The statues of Shiva in various avatar guises and a Tibetan skull rattle were especially fun.



  • Back to Pisa

    After breakfast, we bid farewell to the mountains and made our way back to Milan by bus and train to get our long train back to Pisa. We originally thought our flight was tomorrow, but turns out it’s Wednesday, so another night in Pisa has been booked.
    I’m quite looking forward to Pisa, despite a general consensus that beyond a broken tower, there’s not much to see or do. If nothing else, a night’s hotel room below 30° and some air movement will be a welcome change! I hear the weather in the UK is less than summer like, so I will be appreciating the hot sun here as much as possible too for or final day and a bit.

    1.06 am update…
    Eeesh!  The train wasn’t too bad – long as expected, but once our arrival time came and went with three stops to go, something was up. Mi capisco (I don’t understand) what happened. The doors kept malfunctioning along the trip, with increasing occurrence the further along the journey until at one point the train seemed to give up as the doors took on a life of their own, triggering an automatic stop mechanism.
    Eventually we made it one stop out from Pisa and the engine turned off and there was a lot of passionate shouting and gesturing from the other passengers. Running over an hour late, we got off and boarded another train to the town as the sun was setting.

  • Giorno cinqo

    Lazy day.
    Walked down the hill to Argegno town, pizza by the lake.
    Walked back up the hill, nap in the hotel.
    Cola and reading on the lawn.
    Shower and walk back down the hill for dinner.
    Made cultural faux pas by confusing the locally tart, slightly fizzy red wine with something gone bad.
    Had three gelatos to make up for not having one the past two days (it was my pre-holiday goal to eat pizza and gelato at least once a day).
    Watched ussain bolt win the race. Bed.

  • Giorno tre

    Our last morning in Milan was a quick affair. Despite my best intentions, I failed to make an early morning wander / photo ramble on any of our days in the city and Friday was no exception.
    After breakfast we got to the train that would take us north to lake Como where the wedding is. The fast, modern euro train got us into the mountains within the hour, from Como, we took the ferry to Argegno where Fabio collected us for the quick drive up a hill to la Grigllia – our hotel for the weekend.

    The scenery around this area is truly awsome in the true sense of the word. So picture postcard perfect it doesn’t quite sink in that it’s so real and so amazing right here in front our eyes.
    At the hotel, we met our fellow wedding guests over the evening as we ate the most delicious fresh spaghetti and porcini mushrooms and ricotta olive ravioli washed down with local easy red wine. Welcome to the real Italy!

  • Giorno quatro

    Waking from a long hot sleep, we joined the other guests at the breakfast table for brioche and nescafe instant cappuccino (when oh when am I going to get a decent coffee in Italy?). Thankfully the rain seemed to have stayed away despite the forecast.

    Once all suited and booted (or jacket and sandled in my case) we got into minibuses and cars for a ten minute drive to a medieval monastery turned registry office on the bank of lake Como. A string quartet greeted guests as we huddled under the shade of olive trees and the local mayor took control of the ceremony and wedded the happy couple. All very fairytale perfection with a twist Italiano!

    The just married couple made their getaway in a vintage fiat to be met back at the ranch over looking the lake from high up in the valley. Drinks and nibbles were served on the lawn, nibbles being locally cured meats, salami and dried, smoked hams accompanied by at least six assorted Italian cheeses. Children played on lawn and the trans-euro-pan-asian guests drank strawberry juice with prosecco.

    Debbie and I are the only guests direct from the UK except for the bride’s mother and step dad. Most of her guests are friends and family that live and work in Hong Kong. On the groom’s side, from German and Italian heritage with a curve ball of Greek, this is possibly the most global and certainly multi lingual wedding I’ve been too.

    As the day drew on, speeches happened (in English and Italiano) and dinner was served; it seems Italian weddings are a gastronomic challenge. Absolutely delicious, but a challenge non-the-less. After the cold cut appetizers (in Italy, it seems it’s all about the cold cuts and cheese), we sat down to the first of the first courses… risotto and courgette flowers followed by ricotta ravioli and dried pancetta. Meals are a three course affair before dessert here: starters followed by a first plate, which is usually the pasta or risotto course, then the main course is a meat or fish and possibly a token vegetable. It’s hearty and honest food, but a celeriac-vegan-vegetarian nightmare. The main dish, which on the menu was also a two course affair was paired down to one, much to the relief of the diners, to a beef and pork fillet with potatoes.simple, but really well cooked.

    Staggering back onto the lawn where fruit and chocolate mouse or panacotta awaited us, the sky had clouded over as the sun had began to set. The greaser three piece band arrived and the lightning light show began. The air was eerily still as a storm made it’s way over the Swiss border and the dragons played a rockabilly cover of white wedding. The wine flowed and like a scene from a thriller, the wind picked up and began moving the garden furniture and leaves swirled around the building above our heads as the flashes from the sky lit up the clouds with greater frequency.

    Then the clouds dropped their load. Like a scene from a bourbon advert everyone ran into the veranda as the shutters came down and the band got more raucous – at least their was no excuse but to dance the rest of the night away.




  • Giorno duo

    My romantic vision of today was to wander through the brera part of town. The guide books promise a wealth of interesting little shops, galleries,  studios and cafes. We didn’t quite find the bohemian treasures I had imagined, but were did take a peek around the astronomy department of the university and stumbled upon ARMANI’s design studio (I wonder if he’d be impressed with my counterfeit sunglasses? ).

    After a limonate for Debbie and a crema café fredo (a short, strong, sweet, icy and creamy coffee) in my belly we headed to the modern art gallery back over in the palestro gardens for a forgettable one man show. Back to the hotel for a refreshing drop in the pool it was then 🙂
    This evening we met up with Laura and her fiancee Fabio along with their fellow teacher friends in Ingrid and Stuart from Hong Kong and turkey respectively. We all went for a pizza (capricciosa for me tonight) before parting before our meeting tomorrow at lake Como for the wedding (Laura and Fabio’s ).




  • Giorno Uno

    Luckily I awoke to the sound of the underground (literally – the metro is below our hotel) as the shutters on our window betray any sense of the time if day. I was worried that we almost ‘Did an Osaka’ (where we slept in until 3pm due to the effectiveness of the curtains), but we did make breakfast.
    We spent the morning down at the main area of the Duomo Catholic cathedral and galleria vittoro emanuelle (cathedral of shopping).
    The Duomo was breath taking in terms of scale and craftsmanship, you can only imagine how other-worldly this monument to god would seemed in it’s original splendour when the marble and stone would have been bright white and the copper and brass untainted. The gargoyles were as insane as ever with disapproving Nobel beings, peasants intestines spilling out, angry wild animals and mythical creatures in abundance.

    The galleria was also very impressive with its nineteenth century exuberance. A mecca of posh shops (and a maccy D’s). After making sure we span round on the magic bulls testicles for good luck, we stumbled through the glass ceilinged arcade a little bemused from the midday heat and in need of a decent cup of coffee (surprisingly, the standard of the black stuff has been a bit disappointing – I’m yet to find anything that matches a Waterloo tea house cappuccino!).
    After crossing town to the parco sempione we spent an hour in the aquatico civico, the city’s free aqurium. Debbie does enjoy a good aquarium, and despite being a bit modest was a well air conditioned way to see some fish.
    This evening we dined along a canal in the navigli district while the mosquitoes dined on us and had a delicious gelato shaped like flowers on our walk back uptown to the hotel.





  • Milano

    Debbie and I are taking our first (non-family) based holiday in a while. We’re heading to lake Como in the north of Italy, but first, we’ve decided to spend a few days exploring the sights, sounds, and smells that the country’s second largest city has to offer.

    We arrived in Pisa yesterday morning and Emory got on a 4 hour train ride north-bound for Milan. The oven blast of heat that greeted us when stepping outside was a sure fire sign that we weren’t in blighty anymore, with daily temperatures hitting the 30’s.
    The ride from Pisa to Milan was long and sleepy after our 3am start but wound through some breathtaking valleys and followed expansive coastline with sapphire seas.
    The train itself did the job, but did feel as though had seen better days. The station in Milan however was a grand statement of deco architecture and reminded me of Washington DC’s union station in style of design, in fact its easy to see where eastern America at any rate got much of it’s architectural and infrastructure inspiration. (I’ve just found out that Milano centrale was infact based on union station! )
    We retired fairly early in the evening, after an interesting quatro stagioni pizza in a restaurant with an aquarium floor!




  • channelling

    The day’s task was to get back to the hook of Holland in time for our 2pm ferry. In my mind that would be a genteel trip to Massluis (where we got Gareth’s bike fixed on the first day) where brunch would be taken before meandering back to the port. however, the weather finally caught up with us blowing a north easterly wind and unpleasant rain.

    I made it 15k before my knee thought it better to jump on a train the rest of the way; after all we still had a good 10k plus ride waiting for us in the dark back in blighty.
    The ferry journey was a slow six hours, but offered an opportunity to buy unimaginative last minute souvenirs and a chance for a snatched moment of shut eye here and there.
    Our last and possibly most dreaded leg of the journey still awaited, so we left the terminal only to find the rail replacement busses waiting and offering a direct trip to London. at first the drivers offered up a belligerent denial of service, but after some good old drunken bullying, they caved, and our big bike trip was over.
    It has been a great five days. getting to spend some quality time with such long time friends is something i find very precious these days, and that’s the reason i went. I may have caused a bit of frustration amongst the others along the way for slowing the ‘real bikers’ down, but it was an experience we may never get to repeat; although on the coach home, plans for the next cross-uk trip were being made. I’d better get into training.



  • Rotter. Damn.

    After the tourist saturation and relentlessness of Amsterdam,Rotterdam feels more spacious and laid back, albeit with an underlying seriousness. in many ways it reminds me of Osaka. having been demolished during WW2,it’s full of quite brutalist modernist architecture, and seems to have a decent amount of cultural things going on to give it an important buzz.

    Gareth and I checked into the hotel and found a great bar that appeared to serve the most magnificent sandwiches ever large, full and well presented. Before long the rest of the consortium arrived tired and victorious having competed the 70+km ride down. some food and beers later it was time for an early night.





  • Dam day

    I woke quite early and went to forage for breakfast with orjon. after a few rounds of coffee and toast,we made our way back up to the centre.

    I cant remember if there ever was a plan to ‘do’anything,but it was agreed that eight people feels like a critical mass when it comes to touring round a place as one group.
    Sure, every vintage camera shop, book shop and curios corner caused a pang in my heart,but it’s great to be hanging out with this group of people and besides, maybe i can visit again for a selfish shopping and photography weekend next year (maybe Debbie would be up for a genteel cycling trip too).
    Speaking of genteel, the ride here didn’t do an old knee problem any favours, so I’ve decided to get the train to Rotterdam with Gareth and Ad.

    so yes, we spent the day wandering from one bar to the next, never quite finding what we were looking for (but isn’t that every tourists experience of Amsterdam), punctuated by a delicious beer in a very Dutch brown cafe and  finishing with a hearty Mexican meal and a super fun night time cycle back to the flat.






  • On a boat.. .

    All meeting up at Liverpool street station, each of our trusty steeds in tow it was suddenly real.
    A night spent catching up over beers on a ferry and 5 hours sleep later and the rudest of tannoy in the face wake up calls,  we’ve hit the cycle paths of the Netherlands.
    Today was marathon trip of roughly 100km from the hook of Holland to Utrecht.

    An eventful day marked by a bike repair stop10k into the ride and two of us ducking out early and getting the train from Rotterdam way (with one other sacrificing the ride to chaparone what would have otherwise been a solo10km to the nearest train station. We all managed to redevous at Utrecht train stain at a similar time to each other. The hardcore are visibly tired from the trek. Pizza and beer later,it’s bed  o’clock.







  • Venezia!

    Aaah, venice with your open sewers and creepy carnival masks, you’re so romantic!
    We disembarked this morning and spent a few sunny leisurely hours wandering up and down canals around the piazza de roma before grabbing a pizza and beer for lunch and mozy-ed onto marco polo airport where I’ve just had the best coffee of the week and debbie is passed out in the departure lounge. about to board the flight home and long train journey back to the diff.


  • Cruise culture

    Yesterday was ‘easter saturday’ at sea. Perfect – a time to catch up with done reading, drawing and music listening. Although it did feel like a lot of finding a spot on deck for half an hour only for the wind to pick up and for a tea break to raise it’s head.
    It was decided we would partake of some ‘classes’. In the morning it was mask painting – painting a selected pallet of pink, green, yellow, brown and black onto a creepy plain face ‘ venetiaAn’ style mask. It was difficult not to make it hella drag, and I’m sure it’s a hit with the trans-gendered community on board. My mask was fierce if I may say so. Debbie did managed to get more glitter on her than her mask which was pretty impressive. We later decided to give the masks away as easter gifts. Lucky people.

    A lazy day in all, finished off with a raucous dinner which culminated in a restaurant-wide thanks to the hard working staff on board. The waiting and house keeping workers it seems have 8 month contracts and work 12 hour shifts with no days off. Theres a huge importance put on awarding individual staff recommendations of excellence from guests – only by getting a high rate of ‘bravissimo’ can the crew be awarded a day off. this macro culture of hierarchy can be hard to stomach, but it’s neither unique or cruise specific, I guess it’s just more noticeable in this situation. By being here though I’m unwillingly endorsing it. But hey, I’m here to eat shit loads and live leisurely, not feel guilty dammit.
    We arrived in dubrovnik this morning and had a few hours to rush around the once heavily shelled and picturesque walled city. Once away from the throngs of day trippers, there’s some nice spots to be found, and I’d be well up for re visiting the dalmation coast. Back on board now though sipping afternoon tea and looking forward to getting back to venice in the morning.


  • Rhodes

    “what’s Rhodes like?”
    “you drive cars down them”
    A heavily fortified port town that appears to have had it’s fair share of power struggles and handlers over the years. We had a good amble through the walled old town, ate some dolmade and greek salad in the sun. Had we more time, it would’ve been good to see more of the island, but as discovered yesterday, that’s not necessarily the point of cruising 😉
    So now I can see our tug readying to drag us out of harbor as we set sail towards the damnation coast and Dubrovnik. I’m looking forward to my day at sea, reading, drawing and maybe a game of bowls on deck!

  • Yissaou!

    I think it’s thursday. I’ve still not managed to upload my blogging, but still intend to write this bastard thing till the end for the heil of it. Yesterday we arrived in grecian waters and stopped at the port of katakolon, famous for being near olympia, the birth place of the games. Shunning any organized excursions, we decided to explore the untouched mediterranean backwater and while away the afternoon lounging on golden sands. It seems katakolon’s economy is driven by the cruise industry and the consumers it delivers every day. So after a cup of greek coffee and a walk along a disheveled sad beach we got back on board the fortuna and a sleepless night being tossed and bashed about by choppy european waters. This morning we did find ourselves awake for a golden champagne sunrise through the islands of santorini.

    Santorini although a beautiful island and settlements built high atop cliff tops, whose hot spot is a neighboring volcano island, our trip ashore felt overwhelmed by a town over run with nothing but tourist industry. Nothing wrong with that per say, after all if economies can thrive on the circumstantial spending power of richer nations, good for them. What does feel galling is that this floating populace simply stops by tourist spot after tourist spot for a matter of hours and then leaves with a false sense of having visited a place without really getting a feel of any culture what so ever. That said maybe if we were more bothered to engage with the organized excursions (if they weren’t such a rip off maybe we would) then that experience would be delivered. However as a casual observer of places, cultures and ever changing scenery, this cruising lark does deliver. Maybe I was hoping my first visit to greece would be a lazy week actually in greece rather than international waters. God I sound like such an ungrateful moaning sod. I am having an interesting time honest, maybe I should stop thinking about it so much and deliver myself to gay abandon as illustrated by the 1920’s murals that adorn this pleasure liner.

  • Toot toot, all aboard!

    Belated Monday 18th April
    Well, this is a report on the first full day at sea. I did write a rather long post yesterday on our first day of travel and my initial apprehensive thoughts on the  matter of spending the next week on a cruise ship. Technology failed my uploading and seemed to have erased my post, so I will consider it gone and attempt to carry on writing this blogiary over the coming days – both to satisfy my ego (which I failed to destroy during a lucid dream two nights ago) and empty my potentially cabin fever-addled mind.

    After arriving in venice yesterday morning, the three thousand or so passengers were herded into a large ferry terminal and set on quite a protracted embarkation procedure.
    Once on board I do think the fear began to set in. overtly shallow musak was playing out from the piano over a budget midi backing backing track and the glowing tack of italian inspired chintz felt a bit over whelming. Lunch was rushed at a seemingly plastic inspired canteen and the fare was also a bit sub par while looking out over venezia port through salt-stained windows. it all felt a bit like euro-butlins, which is what debbie kept jokingly saying it would be like, but neither of us seriously thought it would be. The evening was a bit non descriptn, supported by an okay meal from a heavily vibrating dining table.
    Tuesday 19th April
    Okay, so I sound like a hater, like I haven’t given it a chance, and you’d be right – that was my feeling before a good nights sleep. Upon waking from the deepest sleep in a while (there are no windows in our cabin, so when the lights are off, it’s hella dark) and made my way to the gym for an abdominal workout (it’s my mission to develop something of a fitness regime this holiday). In the light of a new day the trypta-ketamine-esque decor no longer seemed quite nasty and over loading. On one hand this made me feel a little calmer about the situation, but one does worry that my psyche is actually getting used to the merry prankster nightmare that is passing as interior design on this vessel.
    The day was mainly spent in port at Bari. We couldn’t find the pleasure island with log flume, but did marvel at the catholic opulence of Saint Nicholas’s cathedral and the towns ancient castle, washed down with an icy biera and creamy gelato.
    Wednesday 20th april.
    After a more restless sleep, we woke fairly early for morning stretches which appeared to target the same muscles that got pummeled during the ab workout the previously morning, and then discovered pancakes, bacon and maple syrup for breakfast.
    The food on board is an interesting affair. There are a few places to chow down on during the day and night, and although the sit down restaurants offer the illusion they are of a higher class than the buffet canteens, it’s pretty much the exact same fare. On the whole the munch is pretty fresh and fairly varied. There is also 24 pizza available by the slice and I’m making it my duty to consume at least some every day.
    Feeding times do tend to expose the dark under belly of our fellow passengers though as the scrummage that ensues at breakfast and lunch can be a tad disturbing. Admittedly it’s a bit confusing initially that the trays and plates are made of the same material and are of a similar size, but a size difference enough. The concept of self service surely implies that one can return to the buffet for seconds, but a large number of people pile up huge mounds of carbo-combos onto the trays as though it will be their last meal for days. In fact it feels as though you needn’t go longer than half an hour without consuming something on this floating behemoth. I’m quite enjoying this store of grazing, but the obtuse greed all around still disturbs me.


  • Toot toot, all aboard!

    Well, this is a report on the first full day at sea. I did write a rather long post yesterday on our first day of travel and my initial apprehensive thoughts on the matter of spending the next week on a cruise ship. Technology failed my uploading, so I will consider it gone and attempt to carry on writing this blogiary over the coming days – both to satisfy my ego (which I failed to destroy during a lucid dream two nights ago) and empty my cabin addled mind.

  • Android apps to get

    This list is a little outdated, but might be useful for folk who’ve just got themselves a new android…

    ASTRO – file manager. there’s a full feature free version (with ads)
    This is kind of like ‘finder’ on your droid – you can back up apps you’re not using and reinstall back up apps from your SD card. it also gives you easy access to your downloads etc.

    Aldiko – Book reader. There’s some great free books in it’s database already, and you can always convert PDF’s to ebooks using ‘Calibre’ on your mac. also there’s a user book list called drinkmalk – http://www.drinkmalk.com/stanza/ with some other books in.

    Astrid Tasks – to do list that syncs with remember the milk – http://www.rememberthemilk.com .
    Gtasks (google tasks) is also good, if you use Google calender / docs etc.
    ‘Note Me’ is a simpler one still. Daft there isn’t a list / notes app already in android.

    Evernote / Springpad – two note taking apps that provide more crazy online syncing stuff. more full featured than aldiko – I’m still trying to find uses for all of them tho.

    Barcode Scanner – you’ll need one of these to scan the QR codes you’ll find about the internet that link to the market to let you download apps.
    also handy for…

    Google Goggles – living in the future. nuff said.

    Handcent SMS – I’ve tried a few SMS apps over the default one, ChompSMS being a popular one, but Handcent is all round the best in my opinion, once you’ve got it all configured and defaulted to your liking.

    Beeb Player – i player fun on your phone.

    Google Sky Map – again it’s star trek

    Google Translate – does what it says

    Listen – a pretty cool ‘podcast’ downloader / manager and player. it’s bit kooky and buggy, but it’s from google labs, so still in development.

    London City – free tubemap and planner. not the best, but does the job when I’m in town.

    NewsRob – got the free version, but might upgrade soon – I find it better than the default RSS reader, but only because I’ve been using Googlereader for a while and this is the only news reader that syncs well with it. If you use a different RSS feed manager, then there may be better ones out there.

    The Guardian Anywhere – the guardian are apparently still working on their android app, so this unofficial one fits the bill for now. I don’t actually use this anymore as compared to the iphone/ipod app I found it frustrating, so I now just have a bookmark to the guardian mobile site instead.

    Guardian Lite – more user freidnly than the guardian anywhere, but not as full featured

    GDocs – handy if you use Google docs.

    Ringdroid – if you like making your own ringtones. but I think HTC sense has one already.

    Seesmic or Twitter – if you tweet professionaly seesmic is good. if you’re casual, the offical twitter app is ace and much better than Peep.

    TED – for watching some great TED talks.

    Wapedia – a good, well designed Wikipedia app

    Solaris – keep up to date with Sun activity and sunspots / storms etc. ready for the apocalypse

    Swype – I’ve nearly forgotten what a pain it is to type on a phone screen. try it.

    Uloops Music composer – had a fiddle with it, and will write my next dubstep hit on it.

    TV-Guide – free and does what it says.

    Dropbox – links with a free dropbox account and app on your mac to transfer / store files online.

    DoubleTwist – media player that syncs with the doubletwist mac app – kind of like an itunes for android, but still not as good. paid though.

    Ebay / Pky Auctions eBay – two ebay apps. one official, one has a hardcore fanbase.

    Earthquake – seismic activity delivered to your pocket!

    Spotify – unfortunately needs the 9.99 a month subscription. giving it a go and think it rocks.

    Foursquare – not sure why I want to broadcast to the world where I am, but hey – everyone else is doing it.

    Facebook – uh huh.

    Vignette – retro analogue photo thing. paid for though.

    Movies – watch trailers and find out cinema times

    mVideoPlayer – plays most codecs for your video pleasure

    PdaNet – lets you tether your computer to your phone so you can surf the net on your laptop where there is no wifi

    Shazam – you hear a tune, shazam tells you what it is.

    the Schwartz Unleased – no phone is complete without a lightsabre app
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    APPS I’ve tried and are worth a spin, but dues to slimming down on memory, I’m waiting for froyo to re-install them…

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    Weather channel – it’s raining.

    Alooqa – tips, food, things to do when in a new town.

    Qype – kind of as above, and a bit more slick.

    XE – currency convertor

    Digg – as in digg.com

    Dolphin / Opera / Skyfire – all alternative browsers with various enhancements, and tools that make them more super. however, I kind of like the stock browser and have gone back to basics recently.

    Doodledroid – drawing app. not as good as any iphone offerings, but okay like.

    Earth. google earth. amazing, but way to PHAT for now. (20+megs)

    fring – until recently allowed for Skype calling. they’re in trouble and doesn’t work anymore 🙁 keep an eye out though

    Gmote – control your itunes on your laptop from your phone

    IMDB – what trailers and get film info as in the IMDB website

    Layar – a cool experiment and a taste of a minority report-esque future.

    Meebo IM – if you instant message it’s great.

    My Tracks – go somewhere, and this will trace you and draw a map of where you’ve been.

    Open sodoku – seemed perfect, then I realised some of the boards were just ‘wrong’ still looking for a good free sodoku.

    Qik – live video streaming from your phone to the internets!

    Tricorder – like being spock

    TuneWiki – looks through your music and lets you sing along with the lyrics displayed.

    Urbanspoon – nice idea, but I didn’t like it.

    WaveSecure – If your phone gets nicked, you’ll need it. but it’s paid for on subscription i think.

    Wikitude – an augmented reality app like layar, but possibly more useful.

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    GAMES, and Sound toys – these are ones I like, but don’t have many installed any more due to space 🙁

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    WordUp! – like boggle / wordsearch

    Speedx 3D – rip roaring speedy racer from the future

    SNesoid (Lite) / Nesoid (lite) / Gensoid (lite) – emulators of namesake consoles – you’ll need to downlaod some ‘ROMS’ for the consoles fisrt from the interwebz.

    Robo Defense – tower defense with robots!

    Radiant (lite) shoot em up old skool flavours gone retro

    Jewels – bejeweled clone

    Bebbled – bejeweled but different

    Abduction – jumping accelerometor game with cows

    Blockx 3D – 3D tetris. pretty cool.

    Drop7 – addictive number / colums falling game. like crack.

  • Musings on androids and i-devices

    So, I’ve been using an android phone (HTC desire) for the best part of two months now after a fair bit of research and although I could have gone iPhone, I made a considered decision to sell my part of my soul to Google (Apple have had a good share of it up until now).

    I have owned and used veraciously an iPod touch for nearly a year and was very used to the apple app eco-system and by and large love the way the iPhone OS works. Well, it does just work doesn’t it? Had I not already owned an iPod touch I would’ve almost certainly snapped up the iPhone – if for nothing else than to se what the fuss is all about. That said, were I not so curious about the competition and feel a sense of duty to be informed about such things, then iPhone would also be an obvious and enjoyable choice.

    I’m going to try and not get too focused into the little differences between the platforms, but will point out the differences that seem to matter to me using both on a near daily basis, and while by no means exhaustive, I may cone back to this post and add things as I come across them further down the line.

    ‘Open’ vs ‘closed’

    There has been a fair bit of internet chatter lately about the closed nature of Apple’s i-world in terms of Flash, app rejection and lack of freedom for users. Yes, Apple are locked and tight,and while many are bemoaning the lack of Flash on i-things, Apple has it’s. Reasons and those largely come down to user-experience. The reason apple products appear to work so wonderfully and seamlessly compared to say the windows world is because Apple wants to make sure everyone using an iPhone has largely the same experience and to not get frustrated to notice that their phone has crashed. Of course, iPhones crash from time to time, but they do it fairly seamlessly and one can blame the app rather than the phone. If flash were struggling in the safari browser or videos were stuttering then people may associate this with the phones shortcomings and apple don’t want to risk that.

    Flash has a hard time Running smoothly on my old 1.5 ghz PowerBook, how can anyone expect results on a 500 mhz- 1 ghz phone? Sure, it might ‘work’, but it’s not going to be great. Flash (lite) works on my android device, and by and large it handles it well in small doses – I can’t imagine desperately wanting to play flash games on it, I’m blind to adverts and I play most video content either in the YouTube app or with the inbuilt media streamer.

    By and large, I don’t think it makes much bones, and I’m excited by the future potential for html5 and JavaScript to one day make Flash plugins less ubiquitous. In fact I can imagine adobe creating a timeline based html5 / CSS3 production tool much like Flash (the production software) is today.

    Controlling the app store also means that Apple guarentees to a certain degree that all users are getting a similar experience. I may not agree with the censorship that Apple has shown in the past in principle, but it makes sense in the Apple world.

    The android market in comparison though feels more like The wild west at times (although google still have the right to pull anything malicious or illegal), and will probably leave many users confused as to why they can’t find certain apps on their version of the market or why just browsing or searching the market uses up loads of internal memory. such things are not helpful to users – which brings me onto my next point:

    Memory not Memory

    When you buy an 8 gig iphone, you get just that. With android you have the option of installing an sd card of any size you wish -I picked up an 8 gig one with mine. However, that 8 gig is only used to store media and app-related data, NOT apps themselves. I’m rather complacent with the ipod, downloading any old app that comes my way. My android only has a couple hundred megs to spare in which to install apps meaning that all to soon you can be faced with a low memory warning and the phone gets funky. Its possible to back up any apps to the sd card for use further down the line and if you’root’ your device its possible to install apps into the sd card also, but the average consumer shouldn’t have to be concerned with such matters. The new frozen yoghurt flavor of android (2.2) addresses this issue somewhat with the ability for developers to allow apps to be installed to sd card, so hopefully any app updates from here on in will do that.

    There’s an app for that

    The mini applications, or ‘apps’ that arrived with the first iPhone have now become an incredibly commonplace reference point when discussing phones. These ‘apps’ have arguably always been on mobile phones – clicking an ‘SMS’ icon , or ‘address book’ on apretty much any mobile since 1997 is doing the same thing, but by opening out the possibilities of what an app may constitute so wildly, the iPhone did something quite special. The iPhone isn’t about having a phone – it’s a device that can pretty much do whatever a developer wants, and that opens up some amazing potential.
    The influx of games and entertainment apps has been massive and has turned the iphone/ipod into a gaming platform in it’s own right – something that started with the Symbian phones, but now has gone off in many different directions at once.

    I think the iPhone and Android have a different philosophy regarding apps, even if Android isn’t aware of it. The first hurdle being lack of space to download and store hundereds of the little buggers on a whim, which is very easy with the iPhone. This means when using an Android device on a daily basis, I imagine people with begin streamlining fairly quickly the most important and useful apps that they carry around with them. This might mean weeding out the best possible note taking client, or Twitter app and deleting that Bejeweled clone, simply because soduko gets the brain moving a bit more. Indeed my Android device has very much become a ‘work/organisational’ tool rather than an entertainment tool. Of course, I still have iplayer and a Megadrive emulator on it, but for me the ipod touch does a better job at catering for my casual game, experimental toy and other frivolous needs – the amount and quality of games far surpasses those on Android at the moment, and the biggest issue for me is space on my phone. I’m happy to see this seperation and it means I’m not carrying around the kitchen sink wherever I go. It also means there’s a fair amount of cross over between the two – for instance when I’m home – I can check my email on either Android or iPod, stream or update Spotify playlists, check facebook or Twitter and so on. but I know if I want to get into a game – the iPod touch is the go-to device. After all – I’m not going to get a phone call interrupting my play! The logical conclusion of this argument would mean this set up would lend itself very well to an ipad / Android phone combo.

    The funny thing is, the more I use Android, the more I feel it works better for me as a phone – it feels more serious and expandable. The iPod is a fantastic entertainment device. Yup – I don’t have an iPhone, so can’t really comment, but isn’t it just an ipod that makes calls?

    I must say, with the release of the iPhone4 – I’m a wee bit envious of it’s camera capabilities. The video looks absolutely superb and the ability to edit video on the device is a bonus. there isn’t a dedicated editing tool on Android YET (except Quik) but give it time. That said, the HTC Desire takes as good snaps as my old Sony Erricson, and much better video and is fine for quick youtube snips – just not quite the raw creative potential that the iPhone allows.

    It Just works

    The mantra of the Apple crew. You know you can just get into something on an Apple product without the Operating system getting in the way, and by and large the iPhone does that well. it’s faceless – no obtrusive buttons or branding – the experience is 100% from the apps. It just works too. It talks to iTunes without a hitch you can sync it effortlessly between your Windows or Mac machine – you don’t need to know how it works or why, it just will. It’s future computing – an appliance anyone can intuitively. perfect.

    Android is not these things. It does not sync with ease to a Macintosh, it’s drag and drop files, it’s downloading apps and installing them, it’s creating new folders on the SD card to allow it to do something, it’s a mini computer and it feels like it. Personally I wouldn’t trust a lot of people with an Android – it would confuse them, but that said, I think if you approach it ‘as a phone’ and consume what’s on the plate it would be fine. Although not a proper geek-hacker, I do like to push things, try stuff out, tinker and see how it works probably more than your average iphone buyer in the street. I get excitied rooting about in the file structure in a perverse way that reminds me of using a PC for the first time in the 90’s – Android does allow you to break it, and no two people will get the same Android experience due to what they want out of the phone and what hardware & what version of Android it’s running. Everyone gets the same iphone experience (unless it’s jailbroken of course) , and that’s just fine.

    Apple have done a great job making people who wouldn’t have ever wanted an apple computer, who until now have been windows to the bone suddenly lust after a product that carries the apple philosophy deep in it’s core, which is pretty damn impressive. The iPhone certainly did raise the bar in terms of how and why we interact with mobile devices and has set the standard by which all other ‘phones’ are now marked against. This often leads to the question which is better – iPhone or (in this case) Android. I don’t think either one is the best. They are, despite their similarities and competition actually quite different in the way they ‘think’.

  • Going Android

    I do indeed have an ‘Android’ phone – the HTC desire.
    I had initially wanted to get the Legend – it’s a looker, and seeing as my main computer is a macbook pro, I wanted a ‘mobile computer’ to match (that is after all what these smartphones are – computers, say goodbye to the simplicities of having a phone).

    However, a few reviewers mentioned that due to it’s sharp metal edges, it’s not too comfortable to use as a phone up against ones ear and that although it looks like it’s from the future and looks more apple than apple, it doesn’t have too much under the hood in terms of power compared to the Desire, but all the reviews say it’s snappy and a joy to use.

    This is where things can get a bit geeky and you begin talking in terms of computers rather than phones – processor speed.
    The Legend is clocked at about 600mhz (faster than my old old powerbook laptop admittedly, which now is a glorified stereo) The iphone is about the 550 mark, but I guarentee using my crystal ball that the next iphone, which should be released around June time will certainly have a 1ghz chip (like the ipad).

    The Desire (stupid names these) although doesn’t look that great – it reminds me of a mid 90’s PC in terms of design) is fast – it’s 1ghz in speed and compared to the iphone (I’ve got an ipod touch) feels more snappy and responsive when pushing it. However, speed isn’t everything, and you’ll need to decide if you want a phone that does everything, could take over the world and will likely hold it’s own Top-Trumps style further down the line, or a solidly built, good-looking phone that will do pretty much what an iphone can. If it’s the former, go for Desire, the latter, Legend.
    Deciding between the two, you’re best off going into a shop and trying them both out. I was certain on the Legend, but boy-geekery got the better of me and I went for power over style.

    I’d ask what it is about the iphone you feel to be a rip off – admittedly having used my ipod touch quite a bit before getting my ‘droid on, I got very much sucked into the ‘app’ eco culture of the ipod, and to be fair, it IS slick and very easy to use – instantly accessible. There really is an ‘app for everything’ and because it’s so tightly controlled, it feels very ‘safe’ and it syncs seamlessly with my macbook.

    My reasons for not going down the iphone route were down to the fact that I’m sick and tired of seeing every other person with one, mostly people who would never have dreamed of buying an apple computer a few years ago, are suddenly Steve Job’s lap dogs. I’m not saying it’s bad that more people are getting a better user experience, and finally realising why apple computers have always been a pleasure to use, but it now seems that to ‘Think Different’, there needs to be an alternative.

    At my other job at Newport University, a lot of students have iphones, and most of the staff do too – I genuinely wanted to see what the competition had to offer. If I didn’t have an ipod touch and felt I’d ‘lived the dream’ a little, I might well have got me an iphone instead.

    Android is an interesting operating system – it’s often billed as ‘open source’ but is ultimately managed and controlled by Google, in association with a long list of software and hardware producers. I did have some serious reservations about buying into Google so fully – Their privacy policy is a bit dubious and they are hell bent on practically owning all of our online life. But I in a moment of intellectual brain-fart, I threw caution into the wind and now I’m Google’s bitch. I already use most of my email though gmail and use google office at work and so going all the way didn’t feel too hideous.

    These new phones are about being online, so your Facebook contacts can be synced up to your phone contacts, you can have a ‘friend stream’ of your flickr,twitter and facebook aquaintances trickled to you constantly and it can feel a bit exposing at times, but these are the times we live in, and for me, I want to see what it’s all about with the future promising to be geo-tagged and location based, augmented reality on tap, it’s there for the taking, but there is an aspect to ‘taking the red pill’

    I enjoy using the Android, and particularly HTC – they have their own ‘skin’ called ‘sense’ over the top, which makes the phone feel more tactile and pretty than the standard android phones – I wouldn’t really touch an android from many other phone manufacturers yet, although Motorola might have a nice one soon, and SonyEricsson are on the way, albeit using old versions of Android.

    Compared to iphone, Android kind of allows for the possibility for things to go wrong a bit more – you do have control over files a bit more, and it’s through apple not allowing you any control that keeps it shiny and ‘m m magical’

    One really annoying thing is that there isn’t much space on the phone – which holds your contacts, emails, texts, and ‘apps’ Although you get a 4GB micro SD card with it and you can put one up to 32GB in , all your apps get stored in the phone, which means you have to be fairly selective of apps and a couple of big ones, such as Google Earth (at 22MB) will fill up your space quickly and the phone begins to spazz-out a bit until you trim it down. It is said that future versions of Android will let you save onto the SD card though.

    Apps – yes apple started it all and now all the phone makers want them. The Android Market place is quickly building up it’s numbers, but as there is no quality control (unlike Apple’s strict enforcement) there is a LOT of crap out there, but I have generally found apps that let me do the similar productive things as iphone on android, and more and more developers are creating android versions of iphone apps and vice versa, so as more people go Android, this should get stronger. If it’s games you want to play, iphone wins hands down. There are some okay ones on Android to pass the time, but again – not as polished as iphone.

    Syncing up my phone with my Computer isn’t as straight forward as it should be yet either. With iphone – it revolves arounf itunes – it syncs up music the apps, movies, contacts, everything.
    Android does have some special syncing software, but it’s PC only – There are paid software sync software’s out there – ‘missingsync’ is one, but so far I’m getting by using a hotchpotch of ‘doubletwist’ which supposedly manages music and media (although no where near as well as itunes) and ‘busycal’ which I have synced my google calendar to my mac calendar fairly seamlessly, although busycal does cost money. So it’s not as easy to let it link in to the mac, so if you want it no fuss, iphone would be the best choice if you must have that streamlied, but I do think there’ll be more solutions further down the line.

    Android feels quite experimental and on the fringe, and I like that. I like the fact I can geek out and tinker with it, but it can be confusing and does remind me of the complexity of using a windows or Linux machine compared to an imac for instance, (although I’m not sure how much that is down to me wanting to hack and push it, as opposed to ‘normal use’) but if you’re fed up of seeing an iphone everywhere you turn, then go Droid. Without paying extra (with a 24 month contract at about £30), you get a phone that has all the bells and whistles of the top-end iphone – compass, video recording and a slightly better camera than the iphone as well as all the apps you would reasonably want on a phone without it becoming a complete entertainment system.

    If you feel just the smallest pang of jealousy when someone whips out an iphone and you want something that will ‘just work’ , play nicely with your itunes and want the ability to get the latest app or high-end game every Sunday paper supplement is talking about then you’ll need an iphone – but if you do, wait until June when the new one will be out (at a premium) and the current models come down in price.

    Gizmodo Legend Review:
    http://gizmodo.com/5488019/htc-legend-review-frankly-it-feels-expensive

    TechRadar Desire Review:
    http://www.techradar.com/reviews/phones/mobile-phones/htc-desire-679515/review

  • in org your ay shun

    They say yesterday was the most depressing day of the year. Without realising it, I was indeed very down in the dumps for no real reason. it was raining on me during my cycle into work, I was REALLY tired and brain dead after a weekend away and I had far too much to think about in my jobs to really want to focus on any of them. Anyway, an early(ish) night to bed and 8 hours later I’m a bit more equipped to take on today.

    WTF? However, I have just heard on the radio that 90% of the tickets for Glastonbury have been sold. I keep telling myself I’ll go every year, but haven’t made it since 1998. It probably isn’t meant to be.

    What was I saying? Oh yes, shitty days, now is a good day I hope. I’ve personally got the fear for the day ahead, but only because I’ve got to give assessment feedback to some students, and it’s new territory for me and I don’t want to bring them any bad news. Maybe though the good news of today will wash it away somewhat. The good news being OBAMARAMALAMADINGDONG! Yup, all the attention is on Washington DC today as Mr. Obama becomes president in Amorica. It’s all quite exciting – more so if you’re American I imagine.

    Mr. Barak does have a real sense of celebrity razamataz about him. The first time I saw him stride into a press conference after being elected, I felt a buzz in the air (even though I was watching on TV about 3000 miles away) He’s got the super celebrity that someone like Frank Sinatra or Munroe might have had. Every word he utters is expected to be inspirational and will help usher in a time of peace and growth for all of humanity.

    It’s all a bit crazy isn’t it?
    The world have now put so much expectation on every move, every letter that falls from his mouth. From here on in the weight of the world will be jumping about on his shoulders. I hope the world doesn’t get too disappointed when this time next year there’ll still be wars in the world, The global economy will still be in tatters, and probably getting worse and there still won’t be a cure for Cancer, Aids or the common cold.

    I’m sure Obama will be the best president of the USA in living memory and I sincerely hope he keeps living the dream and gets America and the world back on it’s feet and talking to each other about how to make things better, but we do need to keep in mind he’s just a man, not a superhero.

    Unless of course he’s a reptile from Sirius, but that’s another story…

  • You shouldn’t be on the Pavement

    My bike is my main mode of transport. Closely followed by my legs, taxi’s, buses and as a passenger in my girlfriend’s car (I do have a license to drive, but I”m out of practice, scared of driving and feel eviro guilt).

    I cycle to work every day, and back again. I normally adhere to the rules of the road, and occasionally use the pavement as a means to get somewhere safer (than I would on the road) or if I’m particularly tired, or it’s dark and I have no lights.

    This morning on the way in I came to point in my journey where I slip onto a busier road – this morning was chocka, with a long bendy bus holding up proceedings, too many cars too close to the kerbside, so I decided to hop up onto the pavement until I got further down the road. The pavement was clear, aside from one or two commuters and the man who gives away the free tabloid newspaper by the traffic lights. I came to two women, probably younger than myself and slowed down and walked the bike with my feet on the ground, as I normally do to avoid seeming to impatient and a bike bully. In the heirachy of my transport world, I have utmost respect for pedestrians, as opposed to not much for drivers on the whole (of course if I’m in the car, that changes). I was shunting along behind these girls, and one said to the other “oop, watch out” – they sidestepped and I passed with a “Sorry” and “thankyou”. The ‘friend’ came out with
    “Well you shouldn’t be on the pavement anyway”.

    I wanted to retort “Well, you shouldn’t be allowed outside you ugly bitch”.
    I didn’t, and apologetically said “but look how busy it is, I don’t want to die”.
    She said something else inaudible, then in a rage of early morning-no coffee just started ramble swearing as I do with a multitudes of go fuck yourself you fucking stupid fuck. I don’t think she heard, but it really put a pisser on my morning. The sun was shining, I was getting some excercise on my bike – lovely! Then a pedestrain, one of my non-combustion brethren pees on my parade. Damn.

  • ripped jeans


    It’s a few years late, but I’ve finally got myself a pair of ripped-in-the-knee jeans. I’d had a day of not much direction and very little focus – going from errand to errand, which involved buying a new inner tube for my bike as my back wheel was so peppered with punctures it only seemed fitting to furnish it with a brand new inner tube (I even splashed out on the fancy self-repairing variety). After swiftly replacing it, I did a couple of hours procrastination (work) and then decided to go and pay a cheque into the bank.

    Riding my fully pumped bike into town on a day with some rare sunshine, music in my ears and on a mission, things were great. Great until the back wheel of my bike decided to come undone and throw me over the handlebars in the middle of rush hour. I felt foolish and luckily unharmed. Please with myself that I had decided to wear my helmet on this outing, I picked myself up and got my steed ready to carry on the journey.

    I thought nothing of my slightly grazed knee feeling until I locked down and saw the hole in my jeans’ knee and could feel a damp bit of blood. I didn’t want to look and felt it more prudent to just go home and forget about town.
    Anyway – a long story later, it now means I’ve got a ripped pair of jeans, which make me feel like I should be in McFly or even Busted circa 2006.

    On my way home I encountered a cyclist taking the route I just had, but he had no helmet and was beaming with cockish abandon with only one hand on the handlebar and his other hand resting on a jaunty 90 degree knee. He must have been a fairweather cyclist fuck face I decided with no regard for my tragedy, and merely rubbing my face further into the asphalt. Then to show me how cool I might now look I stood next to a man also clearly in his thirties while waiting to cross at a pelican crossing wearing a pair of purpose cut in the knee jeans. He seemed equally as smug as the fairweather cyclist fuck face, brandishing an empty Mc Donalds drinks cup, a topshop plastic bag (no doubt full of more cut-knee jeans) and ‘WE ARE THE SUPERLATIVE CONSPIRACY’ headphones (I don’t know why, but headphones made by a fashion label annoy me to buggery, but after reading WESC’s manifesto, I don’t care and think they are a way-cool brand that I might one day buy into. yeah. um what was I saying? Oh yes, and I wondered in a comedy fashion (high in the head from endorphins) – how do Topman or any other high street or high-fashion brand/label they get the hole in the knees? And why did someone think it be a good idea to pay a premium for? My favourite (only) pair of jeans were bust up and blood stained. Cool as hell.

  • Scrumpy

    I apologies for this post – it’s a geek-out-fest and up tight ramble that is probably far too long for any sane person to read fully, but I just needed to get it off my chest. not that really know what it is.

    Those of you who know my computing habits and preferences will know that these days I generally favour using Apple computers. I own a 2ghz 20” G5 imac and a 500mhz G4‘hotrodded’ Pismo laptop with as many bells and whistles as could possibly be squeezed in. I also have a beige box under the desk running windows and Ubuntu. All of my current computers are either hand me downs (the beige box) or second hand (pismo and imac). I’m just not in the financial position to afford brand new computers when I eventually need to upgrade, especially because my tastes happen to be on the pricey side of the computer market. To me, my G5 imac is one of the fastest computers I’ve had the pleasure to use on a daily basis, and my daily basis consists of a mixed bag – web and print design, a bit of flash, identity design, illustration and occasionally some motion graphics and video editing. The pismo has served me well and as a mobile computer it has felt perfectly usable for basic web work, photoshop, VJing and I recently had to complete a motion graphics project on it using After Effects 7 – it was painful, but it did the job. My old Windows desktop(RIP) that I used until the pismo turned up was pushing 5 and would still be in use if the celeron hadn’t burnt itself out. I’m sure however, if you regularly use a computer made within the past 2.0 years would be amazed at how I can survive on such ‘ancient’ technology, especially with the inclusion of speedy dual core intel processors in all apple computers since early 2006.

    Recently I’ve been getting the odd bit of work from a small design studio that requires me to take a computer with me to work. Due to the nature of the work – mostly motion or video, I’ve been taking my imac, but it’s just so unwieldily and impractical, and even been putting up with the pismo on occasion. If I was to keep getting such work and be able to do the job without getting laughed out of town, it was clear I needed to get a modern laptop. The Pismo will go to a good home in the form of my lovely girlfriend who will mostly use it for word processing and web surfing. It’ll be a huge speed boost , as she’s been used to using a hand-me down G3 Lombard (from her sister) and it means I can keep an eye on the geriatric workhorse (the laptop, not Debbie) and keep it ticking along (that’s one machine I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of – it’s a masterpiece).

    So I needed a cheap laptop. I don’t have any savings, I currently live out of my overdraft, and I didn’t want to have to get finance (although it was tempting). My first temptation was of course a new macbook pro, but at £1,500 just wasn’t an option. There’s phone bills, rent and the cat’s vet bills to be paid, So I hit ebay. A ‘new’ ‘book costs about a grand second hand, and the earlier pro models are anything between the 600 mark and £900. I’m a struggling freelancer without a bean to my name, and the plan was to buy this laptop on a credit card and py it off in two installments. I was going to have to take a more drastic cut. I considered a Windows laptop (unfortunately Ubuntu just still isn’t an option for my professional work) as I could probably get a dual core, with about 2 gigs of RAM for about the £400 price point. The studio I do some work for are all on Windows (so I’m the black sheep when I turn up) so that would work fine, but to be honest I don’t think I could bring myself to do it. I’m happy to use windows if I have to, and I don’t have anything against it, but I just prefer using OS X especially if it’s my own personal machine we’re talking about.

    A friend of mine was selling a G4 Aluminium powerbook. about a 1.3 speed I think and 1.5 gig’o’RAM. However, it’s a bit battered – has been around the world a number of times and I don’t think has ever had it’s permissions repaired. I thought I’d probably be able to get it for about £200, so it would make sense. When I enquired, he had already sold it to a colleague for £500. Blimey – the second hand apple market is more bouyant than I thought. Scouring ebay it seemd the colleague must have thought it to be a macbook pro. At a push, a dubious 1st revision model macbook pro will be about £550 and a mid range G4 powerbook, about £300-400. I put a bid on a final revision G4 – 1.67ghz, 2 gigs RAM and 80 gig HD. It also came pre installed with Leopard (I foolishly thought it would include the Leopard install disks, durr) . I won it and it arrived last week. It hasn’t got a scratch on it (it now does have a large scratch from god knows where). It’s as good as new and the battery lasts about 2 hours. I unpacked it from it’s original box, complete with every bit of original packaging. So, despite it’s age, at £350 I felt I’d snapped up a bargain. However, when I do this sort of thing I usually get racked with doubt – I’ll spend days trying to justify a move to myself. The internal debate rages –

    “I wanted a cheap laptop to replace my aging pismo and I got one”
    “Ahhh, but G4 powerbooks are such old technology, it’ll be unusable in a years time”
    “but it’s a final revision – this is 3 year old computing at it’s best, and I’m sure some good stuff must have been done on computers as long ago as 2005 – it’ll see me good for another couple of years at least”
    “Yes, but how’s it going to cope with CS3 and all modern software from here on in?”
    “But my G5 handles most things”
    “But it’s a G5”

    And so on AdNauseum. So I was going to sell it on for the price I bought it for and rinse my credit card another 3-4 hundered to get a second hand macbook pro, but what if it’s not in as good condition – this powerbook is a rare find. I don’t like doing lots of work on laptops, and I still really enjoy using my 20” screen imac. If I was using a dual core intel I’d leave my imac to rust, but then again I could always get a really big screen to run off my super fast laptop and maybe the next version of photoshop and osx won’t run on powerpc chips. I looked on forums and the opinion seemed to be universal – ‘You’d be silly to get a PowerPC computer these days, intel blows them away. G4 is old reduntant technology, why get outdated machines to do todays work?…..I’ve been driving myself insane for days with thoughts like these. Hours spent looking at online reviews and forums when I should’ve been working are taking it’s toll and I just need some conclusion. Then I saw a quote saying “I’ve got a rule of buying a new computer – it must be at least twice as fast as my current model”.
    This G4 is at least 4 times as fast as the 8 year old Pismo I’ve been using as my on the go / on the sofa computer and as a live performance machine. It will be a perfect companion to my G5 – they feel to actually seem run at about the same pace (imac on Tiger, powerbook on Leopard).

    I’m a luddit with new technology and I’ve never regulary used one of these new fangled mactel things so I don’t know what I’m missing.
    This laptop is absolutely beautiful and is so light and just runs amazingly compared to the pismo, and I’m becoming rather attached to it.
    I can now turn up to meetings and jobs without looking like I’ve just stepped out of 1999.
    I’m getting asked to do more live video performance, I used to use my pismo with ease – this is going to blow me away.

    So! Finally I have come to a happy conclusion. I really do enjoy using this laptop and after using it for my steady workflow the last few days, it handles everything I’ve thrown at it with style and panache. If I can use an 8 year old computer up untill two weeks ago, this metallic beast will surely see me good for at least a couple more years, by which time I’ll really be aching for a new desktop – and the cycle will be complete. I’m still computing it old skool and rocking PowerPC with pride. The pace at which technology seems to outdo itself is staggering, and I almost wish there would be a cut off point where we say “Right! that’s it. there’ll be no technological advancements for a while, so that everyone can get an optimal computing experience”. I don’t need or even want to be living in the uber fast lane.

    A computer is just a tool after all, and the current system seems to doom everything to obsolescence as soon as it’s on the market. I wonder if it’ll ever reach a tipping point.

  • back on the horse. (not that one)

    Maybe it’s my lack of getting up early over the winter months, a periodic dissatisfaction of always being ‘on’ , or forgetfulness but after not touching my blog for a while, I fancy getting back on the wild horse that is wasting time writing my blog. Most of my entries seem to start this way, as if I’m apologising to my imagined public – hordes of readers hanging on my every bloggy movement. Not sure why.

    So, TV turn off week came and went from April the 21st – 27th, although this year it was billed ‘Mental Detox’ week, as in this modern age, it’s not just TV that is vying for our head-space, but the internet, video games, mobile phones, toasters etc. I think the idea was to not waste time surfing the net when not working (at your computer) and instead of playing Ikaruga (on my Dreamcast), have a potato gun fight. Addicted to Scrabblicous? have some friends over and dust of the analogue board. I wholeheartedly agree with the concept, but although I kept the idea in my mind, life got in the way and I pilled up on the mental junk food as normal. I do plan on going camping at some point over the Summer though with my mobile turned off, So I’ll just postpone my detox. 
    Of course, Shut Down Day this weekend might be more successful as I’ve got into the dangerous habit of actually having weekends lately. Crazy but true. I’m also having fewer late night working sessions – I must either be getting lazy or deciding that slothfullness is greater than being a workaholic. Maybe it’s the consequence of living with my girlfriend. I’m not blaming her, but god knows if I was still al bachelor I’d be burning my candles 24-7.

  • Full Effect

    I was thinking just the other day that something was missing in my life. Not physical things – I have an amazing girlfriend, a house, a cat, a speedy bike and just about enough gadgets (although a DS would be nice). No I realised I was lacking a certain ephemeral something. I tried some yoga, meditated for a few mornings, had a chat with the Jesus, sat under a tree with Buddha, but nothing was filling me up. Then I remembered! I haven’t done my blog in a while – that must be it. Let’s see…
    Well January was a bit bonkers – I turned 30 for one.

    Normally getting older doesn’t bother me, and indeed the past decade or so getting older has seemed to equate with life getting better, more together and despite time speeding up, has generally been a good thing. Not 30. something hit me for a good week and I still don’t know what it was exactly – maybe it’s the realisation that I haven’t achieved quite what I was expecting as a boy dreaming of life in my 30’s – I’m not a millionaire for one thing and I’m constantly being reminded by all the hep young talented twentysomethings that this is their time – they’ve got the skills and drive to get them where they want, they’re telling me to step aside granddad or something. Debbie reckons I get moody every year around my birthday, and indeed I do use the time for reflection and gathering myself ready for a new year, but this year I felt blue.
    Anyway, that’s all passed now and I’ve begun teaching basic web stuff at two (count them) different Universities and despite me almost cacking it before each lesson, it’s all going along just fine so far. I’ve been drafted in on more than one occaission to another design studio to help out in a freelancing sort of way and the weather has been sunny for almost a week now. Things are groovy.
    However, since turning 30 one thing has truly made me a MAN. No, I haven’t wrestled an Alligator, and I haven’t killed another life with my bare hands (yet).
    A few weekends ago Debbie and I hired some industrial machinary and I sanded the bedroom floor. Don’t snigger, it was hardcore. we spent two days dressed up in protective clothing, ear defenders, safety goggles and dust masks and shaped those muthaluvin’ planks of wood with so many expensive sheets of sandpaper (starting with a coarse and ending on a smooth fine) and felt the onset on vibration damage through my arms with the glorious tone of tinitus ringing in my ears.
    I’m not much of a DIY person truth be told, but damn it was satisfying. going from warped, dirty and painty boards so a smooth pine finish with a beautiful grain shining through. The plan was to do my studio room too, but once we began, that was thrown out of the window. It’s a nasty job (I know a man who charges £400 a day to do it) and I wouldn’t do it again in a hurry, but now I have the knowledge, it’s one less thing for me to be afraid of once the apocalypse comes.

  • Twothousandandeight – Don’t be late

    aaaaaaah! the feeling of a freshly laundered year is here again just like clockwork.
    I’m back from America now – I had intended to be up early every morning and type away musing on the oddities of US living while sipping a mug ‘0’ Joe, but before I knew it xmas was done and I was on a plane back to Heathrow. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts.
    Christmas was a quiet affair – Me Debbie and my parents. We ate, drank a little, exchanged gifts (watched were popular this year) and went to the cinema. It seems to have become a tradition of my parents to go to the movies on Christmas day now – they claim it’s because there’s nothing but it’s a Wonderful Life on TV, which I don’t think is a bad thing at all, in fact the first year I visited them in 2001 we went to the glorious Byrd cinema in Cary street, Richmond and watched it’s a wonderful life on the big screen with pre-show carol accompaniment from ‘The Mighty Wurlitzer’! Amazing stuff. This year we watched Sweeny Todd at a muliplex – not quite the same ambience, but I thoughraly enjoyed it none the less. My Mum was convinced until she could see Johnny Depp’s pasty pallour on screen that we must be in the wrong screen because there were too many young people in there. “Don’t they know what it’s about? Do they realise it’s a musical?” I tried to explain that the yoof are loving musicals right now and it’s a Tim Burton / Johnny Depp extravaganza so anyone with a pule will wasnt to see this film on opening weekend over Christmas when there’s nothing on TV, but it fell on deaf ears. My mum did enjoy it too thankfully.

  • Back in the USSA

    After 21 not so long months I find myself back in the Not-so-United-States (which can’t even make their own laws anymore without the feds busting asses) of-Dissary. Oh I mean America.

    I don’t mean to sound so jaded, but it’s barely 7.30 in the morning and I can’t sleep due to jetlag. 

    Yesterday when I really could have just slept into the late morning, both Debbie and I were made to get up and help my parents do the annual leaf clearing mission. Yes they’re my parents and yes it was good to get some exercise and take in some crisp air, and yes we did all feel a great sense of achievement in a battle of man against nature – but for the love of god, I had been up for 24 hours the day before traveling AND this is meant to be a holiday. I don’t really mind though, and we did get to go out for Mexican dinner in the evening (even if I felt the ‘authentic’ enchilada panchita was not a patch on my own anglo version – far too greasy and not enough fresh Cilantro (see I’m in America now). Ok I’m tired grumpy and a snob. but at least I know it.

  • Folicles Nonicles

    Well it finally feels like the shock of the new is wearing off. No, I’m not talking about Contemporary art’s 20th Century rebellion against the bourgeois, I’m talking about my new haircut.
    For those of you that don’t know, I got a haircut last week. No great shakes I hear you cry, but all weekend, if I wasn’t getting blanked, I was making ladies cry and being shunned by hippies. In the middle of last week, I had got so fed up with my overly long unmanageable head of hair I decided I’d stop off at the first barbers I walked to. Normaly I’d go to my wunderbar hair-dresser Lisa (in fact she’s the only person I’d normally let near my locks), but she’s on a four month work placement in Turkey, so no can do.

    I felt I wanted a smart, but still Vagabond cut, in fact I’ve been trying to get a trim in the style of Robert Altman in the Long Goodbye and I’ve long dreamt about walking into a real man’s barber saying ‘like Bob Altman in the Long Goodbye please – the Barber knowing exactly what I mean because it’s one of his favourites and we both wax lyrical about being detectives, cats and good film endings.
    Last Thursday was not to be that day.
    I popped into said ‘first baber I come to’ and pointed at my unruly mess of hair. The young Turk looked afraid (I don’t actually know if he was from Turkey, but due to the reputation of Turkish Barbers he’ll be Turkish just to give the story a spin). I sat in the chair. Between my morning brain and his lack of English, we both agreed that just a trim, or ‘middle size’ was the order of the occasion. However, his tentativeness and confused look led me to say ‘it’s okay – you can make it shorter’….. He grabbed a handful and sliced like a butcher slicing the arse off a cow
    . I let go and resigned myself it’d be short. Ten minutes and a sweet black tea later I was done. my out of control mop was an inch thick and forced combed back all over with an extra long bit at the front. Officially the worst cut I’ve ever had, the saving grace being it only cost 7 pounds Sterling.
    Needless to say I went home and got the clippers out.
    (Thanks to Anna for the artistic representation)
    So Now I’m rocking a grade 4 all over and it feels good. I haven’t had it this short for about 10 years, which means most of my friends now have never seen me without curls, including Debbie my girlfriend. shaving one’s head feels like going incognito, in disguise – there’s no pretensions with a shaved head, people can’t make a snap judgment about character when there’s no style to pin point.     I also think Mord my cat like me more now too.

  • needles

    I had my first ever acupuncture session yesterday, quite by accident (and no this isn’t a euphemism for anything hypodermic). I’ve been having a problem with styes and odd lumps on my eyelids that have come and gone for well over a year now, and the last wonderfully disfiguring bunch have been with me for nearly three months now. My GP has put me on courses of antibiotics, eyesdrops and stuck me on a waiting list to see a ophthalmologist, an appointment that I will recieve notice about in the post. One day. Maybe.


    After a chance meeting with a friend who mentioned that chinese medicine is good with styes I stopped to pick up a leaflet outside of my local oriental herb establishment yesterday and was unwittingly invited in, handed over my details and within 10 minutes I was in a dark room, half naked and with a dozen long needles in my extremities. Apparently I have bad heat energy that is getting trapped in my eyes. Combined with bad circulation, slightly low blood pressure, staring at the computer all day every day and probably some general ju-ju as you get a setting perfect for lumpy eyelids.
    After falling asleep, waking up, removing needles and receiving a massage I was fleeced for lots of money in the aid of a complete course of remidies and walked away with a large plastic bag full of herbs which I am to boil down and knock back twice a day. They are brewing away now and have filled my house with a pungent bitter aroma that reminds me of experiments I performed with ‘Yuba Gold’ legal highs of my youth – thrying to steep an intoxicating tea which invariably tasted gaggingly foul.
    I think this might well taste much worse.

  • better than crack


    AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! It’s that first sip of ‘espress’ froth from the top of my milky-yet-atomic strength steaming mug of coffee in the morning. I don’t care if it’s an addiction, it’s damn fine.

    That is all.

  • offline

    So this is what life was like before the 90’s?
    This week I have been without the internet. okay, that’s bit of a lie – I’m writing this live and direct on the interweb it is true. What I mean to say is my home broadband has been offline all week, and it looks like it won’t be resolved until the weekend at least. At first I assumed I was to be left redundant in so far as getting any work done.

    How foolish – After the initial shock I realised I could quite easily just pop round the corner to one of my favourite coffeeshops, and do all my emailing there. I have been making a website this week too, which one would think would be nigh on impossible, but no – it just means I have to get as much ready as I can at home and ferry the files on my (t)rusty old powerbook for some wirelss-coffeeshop-ftp-action! I have found that I’m managing my time a little batter as I have no distraction to scan digg, flickr or check my email every 5 minutes as usually happens.
    I now get locked down, do what I have to do and pop to shot in the dark in the afternoon to get my intertubes fix. Saying that, I now find myself leaving and half way up the road remembering what it was I went to do and who I was meant to email!
    Now, if you’ll excuse me – I must get back to my studio and do some work 😀

  • hot meat

    This Summer has been very on and off – for a week or so in May (was it?) the UK enjoyed a week or so of glorious sunshine, and since then it’s been grey or rainy or cold or hailing or a mixture of these changes throughout the day. Yes, it’s been like this all over the world this year – all shook up, but hey that’s the unpredictable fun that is Global Warming™.

    Yesterday, Debbie and I finally got round to inviting folk round , cleaning up the rusty bucket-on-wheels on the garden and having the first BBQ in out new house. It was a small, intimate affair – mostly due to only deciding upon it at the last minute as I was meant to be playing with my man band in Camarthen, but had to pull out of the festival due to our times being changed about so we couldn’t realistically make it. We are however playing at the Buffalo bar in Cardiff on Monday evening and we will make the day of anyone that turns up with a glorious feast of sound to fill the emptiest of souls. yeah.

    I’m not sure what I was going to say about the BBQ other than it was fine. I ate a tasty burger and then fired up my new Shisha pipe with some fresh apple tobacco….mmmmmmm smooth. Everyone did leave quite early though due to hangovers from the previous day, so I still ended up getting an early night, which was something of a disappointment after my visions of inebriated philosophizing waxing lyrical well into the wee hours with close friends. aaaah well – another time maybe.

  • Done to your hair

    Well, I’m into my second week of full-time freelancing, and while it’s had it’s fair share of downs as well as ups, it has been great. Still trying to build up a portfolio of good habits, my ‘getting up at 6.30am’ only really lasted Monday and Tuesday of last week but were then scuppered by a vicious 24-hour period of work when I went to bed as my 6.30 alarm clock went off on Wednesday morning. It’s been 7.30-8 ever since.

    Resisting the temptation to do a bit of shopping or meet for a coffee is hard too, as I always underestimate the chunks of working time it actually takes out of the day. Saying that, a half an hour chat somewhere removed or a stroll to clear the mind can also do wonders for a bit of extra gusto or to dislodge a glob of stuck ideas.

    However, being able to be master of my time in the day is great, and having a full week in which projects (or a number ofdifferent jobs) can be planned out and tackled head on, without hoping to rely on evenings, weekends and time when I fell I’m meant to be taking time out, or at least reading up and researching ideas, not slaving away in front of the screen.

    Slaving in front of the computer screen has left me a little worse for wear of late – for about a year now, I have noticed that too many late nights clickety clicking away staring at pixels leaves me with sty’s in my eyelids. These have varied in severity and frequency, but do seem to be linked to my being run down. My week away in Egypt seemed to confirm this as while lazing by the poolside and snorkling with tropical fish were my only responsibilities for seven days, my eyes were better than new. As soon as I started back to work however, I earned two lumps on my left eyelid that have now become permanent fixtures. My all-nighter on Tuesday has also left me scarred. I thought I was developing the inevitable little sty on the Thursday, which has now got infected somehow and my lid is puffed up all red and sore. I’m on antibiotics.

    This on it’s own wouldn’t be so bad, but why on earth is it when I turn on radio6 I seem to catch the new Manic Street Preachers song? what deal have 6music done with the devil for chris’sakes? with the chorus so passionately asking “baby what have you done with your hair?” and a guitar solo that sounds like a pastiche of Mike Oldfield’s Tubular bells during the part when after going through the instruments being synthesised gets to ‘ELECTRIC GUITAR!”. If this was meant to be a big glam joke song, nodding to Queen and Tubular Bells I think it might have a place in my heart, but I fear it’s a piece of shit poo’d out by a sorry bunch of middle age ‘rockers’ after a late night out on three pints of S.A.Gold. They were a fun band to throw yourself about to fifteen years ago. Time Gentlemen!

    Aha! and back to computer screens – the new iMac . It’s nice and yes, of course I’d like one, but what I’ve been thinking is – I have a G5 imac which is my main workhorse now, and it does a good job, I do find some things lagging behind and when I can I will no doubt upgrade. I don’t want to throw the computer away, and yes I’ll probably hand it onto my girlfriend, or someone in the family, or just keep it as an interent/business machine, but what I’d really like would be to be able to link it to a new iMac and not only use it as a second moniter, but also use the hard drive space, RAM and maybe even kick in the processor to share the work load. Essentialy the iMac range of computers as a modular system fitting together as you wish. Buying a new iMac could be an upgrade to a system, not a whole new stand-alone machine.

    It is this lack of being able to re-use the monitor for instance which is what will probably lead me to buy a tower when I am next in the market for a desktop (which won’t be for a few years yet – I’m more likely to get a laptop). But damn! it’s true those new machines sure are purty. Now all I have to do is wait for new ipods (that I will be getting. The sucker that I am).

  • Clawing and Biting

    Egads! it’s been well over a month since my last posting here, and I guess a fair amount has been happening in my life and the world generally (the crazy flood weather, I went to Egypt for a holiday, my friends are all still getting married left right and centre, and Mord the cat still keeps puking up at 5 in the morning every few days). I still concede that there are still not enough hours in the days though – this factor plays quite a role in the reasons why I haven’t been bloggin’ my mind recently. Of course, poor time management probably plays a bigger role in this failure along with my inevitable oncoming psychosis.

    I must confess – the last month is now a blur of thoughts which frustrates me somewhat seeing as when I’ve been having the odd epiphany here and there , I’ve been aching to write it down here, but due to the afore-mentioned issues it falls to the wayside – I’m bound to have some time over the weekend I foolishly think, or on the sofa of an evening or indeed get into the routine I long for – getting up with the birds and preparing the day before it begins. This is where I am now I’m pleased to say.

    Today I begin my full-time freelance life working from home. I’ve just finished a 3 month placement at RoughCollie working on an exciting cartoon project and really getting a feel for the studio life and managing workflow (read dedication and putting the hours in). Unfortunately they don’t really have room for one more so I’ve taken this current juncture to do what I’ve wanted to do for a while – give freelancing a go on a full-time scale. I’ve been working freelance for about 5 years now, but always along aside a part-time job and doing my projects on two week days and evenings and weekends which always left me unsatisfied – it meant I couldn’t really knuckle down to a job in those few days around my day job and I had no time to progress any of my more personal projects.
    I’m hoping I’ll be able to treat this phase in a more business-like manner, working an essentially 9-6 job (not including the odd inevitable late night) and actually be able to get on top of those projects that while might not be well paid just need to be done, and Cleaning that slate will be so satisfying, and I know that if this doesn’t quite work out in a few months I’ll be back buried in job pages. This means I’m going to have to work to get the work coming in regularly and have my finances tip-top (shudder). This is where I long for the ability to bring another person on board to help – an ideal set-up would be like sweet or build where one of us does ‘the business’ and the other ‘does design’. I know that these particular examples are a million miles higher than my current league, but what’s the harm in dreaming? For now it’s me and the cat. As long as he doesn’t try and make the coffee It’ll be okay.

  • salad days

    I don’t know what it is with the Autumn, but there’s something in the air that means an astonishing number of Birthdays in May and June, I guess it’s the realisation of the cold winter months approaching that makes folk need to cuddle more? I’m not complaining, but so many people I know have birthdays this time of year, it’s hard to keep tabs on it all. Anyway – Happy Birthday if you’re a Summer Flower (or something).

    I traveled down to Devon a few days ago to see an old friend I hadn’t seen for well over five years (I had been invited to her Birthday), and it was great to get out of the city and into the country for an evening – some quality peaceful downtime. Anyway, since I last saw here, she’s had two children – lovely boys, full of beans and she’s doing very well with them. However, it seemed so many other parents of my age came out of the woodwork that weekend and there were children everywhere. Now, I’m well aware that I’m ‘of that age’, but there’s nothing like a field full of little ‘uns to bring it home. Talking of bringing it home, I visited some other friends down the road that brought home their new baby a couple of weeks ago. I had thought that the switch between reckless, wide-eyed person and responsible ‘grown up’ adult was having a baby. I still think it’s true, but I’m beginning to wonder if that’s all such a bad thing, after all we’ve all got to take total responsibility for ourselves at some point and nothing makes you do that quite like producing some offspring. Maybe the Summer is making me broody.

    If it’s not babies, loads of my friends have got engaged or have agreed on dates to tie the knot! I think it’s great, and indeed I get a bit misty eyed thinking of all the love in the world, wonder what it’d be like to have my own big celebration with a big cake, big drinks and big dresses (ahem), but that’s not the point – again it’s a wake up call that I’m not getting any younger and that it’s the norm now be going to friend’s weddings, having babies and finding oneself with a mortgage. Of course, it’s no great surprise, I just thought all these things would never happen to me, and now I’ve arrived, it’s not at all as horrific as imagined. It might actually be great fun.

  • don’t fade away

    It’s sad that in order for everyone to meet up in solidarity, warmth and a common bond, to catch up with long lost relatives, friends you haven’t seen for decades (or in fact an excuse for a good old chin wag with good friends that live round the corner, but you never normally manage to find the time), something tragic has to happen.

    It seems there’s nothing quite like a wake to bring people together. To drown sorrows like they’ve never been drowned before, to intoxicate beyond grief into a renewed optimism and gusto for life. Monday I attended a memorial service and wake for someone who I wouldn’t necessarily consider a close friend, but he was an acquaintance and a member of a wider circle of friends, and I know how much he meant to so many people I would call good friends. There was never any animosity between us, I just think we didn’t ever hit it off only because we never got past pleasantries when seeing each other out and about. Friendly hellos, and nothing more. I’d always think “Damn I’d really love to get an opportunity to sit down and chew the fat with that man” as everyone only had good things to say about him, but in this case I think our mutual level of weariness-cum-shyness got in the way of that ever happening.
    Having been aware of his artwork and skills since moving to Cardiff, I respected what he did and after all – we were in the same business, so often his graphics and ideas would spur me on and push me a little more.
    He had a magnificent send-off and the days proceedings were certainly a celebration of all the things he did by the people he touched, with some truly passionate speeches by his loved ones who have been so strong. I know it’s the cheesiest thing to say, but all this has really hit it home hard that you only know what you’ve got when it’s gone. I’m learning to appreciate my friends and every waking moment I’m blessed with more than ever. I’ll be watching myself from now on and fighting not to give into apathy when invited to go out, to grab new opportunities by the scruff of the neck when they arise and stop thinking ‘there’ll be other opportunities’, because there might not well be another day ahead. It’s this life that’s for living, in the now.

  • life and loss

    As I was leaving Allen’s Bakery this morning (Allen’s is a glorious place hidden in an alley way in darkest Roath, Cardiff with an old Victorian oven and fresh organic breads, ciabatta and pastries.yum) I was stopped by an elderly gentleman, in his 80’s. I’ve seen him getting a morning pastie from there before, but today he stopped me and asked me what I thought the nature of reality is. A bit dumbstruck, I answered in a nonchalant way that there is no reality, only our perception of it. Luckily, he seemed pleasantly surprised by this answer and launched into his views on how this life and that to love are the only reality. That the creator of the universe creates with only love and as humans we need to understand this concept or we will never progress to a new reality, but instead be stuck in a perpetual loop, not getting anywhere. I told him I agreed and his eyes lit up – He referred to governments as the controllers, and that it upsets him greatly that in his late years, nobody ever seems to learn from history, and if anyone questions – then they will be silenced. His Afro-Carribean accent and deep rumbling cadence assured me that he spoke from experience and held a refined wisdom. Then he thanked me for listening and got into his 1970’s Mercedes Benz, and I walked home.

    It’s moments like these that feel almost so unreal you know they must be real. It seemed timely to talk like this – only last night I was thinking about the terrible loss of Jon Clee, a popular face around Cardiff, and part of the foundation of the music and design scene here. His work has adorned album covers and club posters since I moved here over 8 years ago, and I know many people who were so close to him, and loved him dearly. The reality of how his passing has affected so many people dear to me, and the wake up call everybody seems to have had from it moved me to uncontrolled sobbing last night, the first release I’ve had all week, and been needing to have since I heard the news. Although I didn’t know him that well (he was someone I’d been introduced to, and we’d exchange pleasantries when out and about) his death seems to have really shuck me deep down. It’s made me look at my life and friends and my attitude to living and made clear that it’s so important to live each day like it’s your last and to love your friends and family so wholeheartedly because when all is said and done they are all you have in this world (and they will be the ones to shape your memory when you leave this reality).

  • werking and Conning

    Again I feel I need to begin this entry by aplogising for not updating my blog enough – crazy really because I doubt anybody reads it ever – but to just make sure they don’t I’ve added the google analytics thingy to it.

    the last few weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind really – started a work placement at rouchcollie a few weeks ago to hrelp out on projects in any way I can with my limited skills and with any luck get to tr my hand at After Effects and Cinema 4D on real projects and for it to give me enough momentum to carry it on! along aside that I had been finishing off a few freelance project – not least doing some marketing materials for the moviemogulfund which is begining to take off – and is in Cannes all next week. I’m not going unfortunately, maybe next year eh? I’ve also been working on graphics and brochure for the Hay fringe festival, a community run festival that runs along aside the main hay literary festival in Hay-on-Wye funnily enough. It’s been a last minute rush on both of these projects meaning 15 hour days and late late nights (it’s been a shock to my pussy-footin’ system ), despite me promising myself and my long suffering girlfriend that I wouldn’t leave it until the last minute. Pah! where would the fun be then?

    A couple of weeks ago I went to see Bobby Conn play in town! I love the chap – it’s the pompus-glam orchestration mixed with end-days paranoia that makes it for me. I took my good friend Jon along for the ride and he loved it to bits. It began a little awkwardly: the place was half empty (half full) and when the band came on, Bobby looked a bit ‘oh great – nobody here, what the hell’ and they raced through nearly the whole of the new album with no chit-chat as if in dire desperation to kill this gig asap. However, after the forced encore they cam back on with a hell of a lot more gusto about them, maybe the first half had made them sad because the front-mans wife was looking after their newborn, rathe than playing rock-violin in South Wales. whatever it was it was banished and the second half was blinding! And yes – I got my photo taken with the chap. he does look a tad terrified, and I do look rather gormless, but that’s rock and roll. Isn’t it?

  • Homey-oh! Path

    This time last week I was pretty much caffeine free and in the throes of a psychological and emotional purging. One may have enhanced the other, I’m not too sure, all I know is that I’m back with the drug I love (caffeine, although not to extent I was) and I’m still feeling the effects of my sea-change last week.

    What gave me a second wind came in the form of three tiny tiny pills based around compounds extracted from plants and had some truly mind-manifesting effects. What’s more it was 100% legal!
    I had tried homeopathy many moons ago when I was about 10 to try and cure my asthma. it seemed to me then to be relatively orthodox – I was tested for allergies, my diet was watched and I was given a huge course of pills to take over months. The experiment was stopped short however when my school doctor caught wind of this and threw my precious stash away saying this isn’t how we do things in this day and age’. since then my ‘remedies’ have consisted of the occasional dose of rescue remedy dropped onto the tongue when feeling peaky.

    A few weeks ago I went to see my homeopathy doctor and had an hour long chat about what ails me. There’s nothing properly wrong – I’ve jut finished an intensive course fuelled by late nights and Debbie felt I might need some direction and de-stressing, so she packed me off for a consultation. It felt more like a counseling session and I felt with a slight weight off my shoulders. A few weeks later my package arrived. three small sugar pills with instructions – one at night, the following morning and at night again – a short sharp dose.

    that night I had the deepest sleep I could remember, followed by me oversleeping to some very vivid dreams based where I grew up, meeting up with old friends. That day I was dazed and light headed, but suprisingly contemplative. I was also quite short tempered and not afraid to be argumentative from an unusually subjective stance. I was also breaking out in pimples.
    the next day I awoke from an equally deep sleep to the sound of the cats fighting, and went back to sleep to some vivid cat dreams, in an almost feverish state over and over again in my head. I eventually dragged myself out of bed feeling more calm and collected than I had in along time – then I began to cry uncontrollably – not happy or sad, just an outpouring of raw emotion. all very odd.

    Since this episode I have been feeling a lot more focused and able to see things from a wider perspective, I’m also a lot more opinionated, and know what I want, which can only be good considering how numb to my own opinions I had become.

    All very psychedelic, and not at all what I was expecting. People usually see homeopathy as a rather benign medicine, and I had always considered it to be more physical – meaning for ailments of the body. I had never thought it to be quite so mind altering.
    Either that or my homeopathy doctor is a which!

  • cafeeeeeeeeeeeeeine

    Well, maybe my last post was a tad reactionary and off the cuff, but I had given drinking coffee this week in a vain attempt to quit caffeine, but ended up drinking loads of tea for the first few days, but today all I’ve had so far is a couple of cups of DECAFFEINATED coffee.

    I never thought I’d stoop so low as to have to start drinking decaf, but desperation has got the better of me. It tastes good, and I think it might be fooling my brain into submission (you’d have though caffeine was crack the way I’ve been climbing the walls the past few days).

    So, it’s Easter weekend! hopefully I can celebrate the coming of Spring with some fertility rites (you don’t honestly believe Easter originated due to biblical stories do you)? it’s a big spring festival all about reproducing (the eggs) and Female fertility (Estre – Estrogen – Easter). so bring on the chocolate bunny – I needs feeding!

  • Sprung

    Well well well, I’ve finished my 6 month post-grad-dip at dimension 10, and now I’ve got a few freelance projects bubbling away for the next month which is rather exciting. I’m meeting someone tonight to hopefully get placed on a work attachment with their company and learn my mystical ways of the motion graphics ninja! So, Spring is springing and Debbie (my girlfriend) and I have a cat called Mord, we’ve bought a house (soon to be redecorated) and things are generally good. Things would no doubt be better if there was actually 36 hours in the day and not 24, but hey – whach’ya gonna do?

    A few things have been getting my goat this week. First off the marines who got lost and ended up getting caught by Iran. Yes, I’m sure Iran could have said ‘oh dear, looks like you drifted a few meters, go on your way now’ and we would have had done with it, but what would America or the UK have done? ‘It’s Guantanamo for you kids – hope you like sleep deprivation, torture and no right to trial!’Everyone keeps harping on about how terrible it is their being so poorly treated and humiliated. The TV clips show them having a smoke, eating dinner together and being allowed to tell the world they haven’t been locked in a concrete cell without toilet access or stripped naked and had the dogs unleashed on them. Poor souls. They joined the army for a bit of excitement, some focus in their lives and to see foreign lands – what’s the problem?

    Another thing is this. A few (well maybe ten) years ago the independent on Sunday ran a long long campaign to try and get Cannabis legalised, with many high profile celebrities and politicians pushing the cause. This was great news for pot-heads across the land, finally the debate had begun and was being delt with seriously and with some dignity. a few years later, I think it was 98, or 99 a huge rally in London show in numbers the smokers view on the matter and in 2003 Cannabis was downgradded from class B to C, making a barely recognisable offense. “Huzzah” shout the UK’s dope-fiends as the rest of the world also seems to be slowly shifting their Dope laws (surprisingly enough most rapidly in America it seems). Now a couple of weeks ago the Independent on Sunday issued an apology on their weed views and have decided to U-turn, claiming that the weed smoked today is up to 25 – 30 times stronger than it was only a decade ago! Who makes up this shit? I remember reading the original pro pot paper at a time when I was just discovering the demon weed after a stop over in Amsterdam and tried some original ‘Skunk #1’. It did indeed blow my mind every which way – yes it was strong, but later I discovered it’s possible to get hold of weaker stuff if you want it. for a long time, hash ,or what is meant to resemble it that is sold in the UK (soapbar) was my smoking staple, until I realised it was cut and bulked up with god knows what, causing me and friends to have to stop smoking it as it had got so bad in the late Ninties, it felt like we were being spiked with nasty, tranquilisers and psychosis inducing chemicals – it was dirty stuff. We started smoking weed – the purer and stronger the better. The ‘indy’ claims that kids have no choice but to smoke the super-strong skunk (and when will newspapers realise that skunk is only a particular hybrid, not a general class of drug?) They only don’t have a choice because the fact that it is illegal means there can be no choice, no quality control, no informed discussion or decisions!
    Anyway, were was I? oh yes – the paper on Sunday April 1st – I went to buy a paper – the Observer was sports monthly, so I didn’t bother, and the Independent had ‘Skunk turned my son into a Monster” on the front page. It strikes me that the Independent is turning more and more into the Daily Mail each day. How is anyone going to take that sort of reactionary headline seriously except people who don’t know better? Shameful!

  • Glaswegian kiss

    Och aye! I traveled up to Glasgow last week with my friends the Panacea Society for a gig at the National Review of Live art. It was great fun – I was doing the visuals for the band and got to hang out with some lovely people including my old college chum Richard.
    Glasgow seemed to be a lovely city with beautiful art Nouveau and Deco styling on the old buildings. In some ways it reminded me of some North American cities with it’s huge square shop fronts and deep red brick.
    I even brought back some vegetarian haggis which was delicious with potatoes and peas!

  • oh seven

    In this coming week I’ll be busy moving house and looking forward to the shiny new year that is 2007.
    Going against my grain of previous years, I’m attempting to make some resolutions for the coming 12 months…

    • I’m going to become vegetarian again. I’ve recently found myself getting greedy on the flesh front in a way that would make Buddha weep. However given my new found taste for dead animals I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to stick at it.

    • Get back to the analogue – emails are out and hand written letters are in as far as I’m concerned. Bin the DAB and get out the shortwave tuner, Quit Illustrator and crack open the Indian ink. Ok, so this is mostly hyperbole, but I worry about putting too much faith in bits rather than atoms.

    • Remember how to breathe properly. It’s all in the lower lung apparently

    I could go on but I won’t, my tea is getting cold…

  • Traaaaaaaas

    A week ago I shot, cut and sent off my entry to the Radar Festival. I doubt I’ve a Rat asses chance in hell of getting anywhere with it, but I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t at least try. Admittedly I had all Summer to make this, but the deadline got extended, I started college and forgot about it until a week before it had to be in and I got a reminder email from them. So I hired a sports-cam from the amazing boys at Widelode , and filmed me cycling about for a few hours until I almost crashed into a bewildered pedestrian and fell head over hells off my bike, riping the cable from the back of the camera -oops, my bad. So with limited footage, I spent two 7-hour nights cutting it up. I was hoping to treat the footage a bit and colour it – get it all shiny like, but just didn’t have time. In a way I’m glad – I like the lo-fi feel of it, it links in well with the ruffness of the tune, and if I had spent all Summer editing it, it may have been knitted to death as my high school Art teacher would say. I hope you like it!

  • Rock, Paper, Saddam


    Saddam Hussein: Sentenced to death for the 1982 killings of 148 Iraqi people in the town of Dujail.

    G.W. Bush: President of the most powerful nation on earth after presiding over an illegal war based on lies that has killed over 650,000 Iraqi civilians.

    He was a murderous, nasty and often down right crazy leader (shooting relatives over dinner because they didn’t agree with him kind of nuts), but lets face it – you need one hell of an insane mofo to keep Iraq in order without it falling into tribal and civil war – look what’s happening there right now I’m suprised the US didn’t ask him to get back into power after the mess they’ve made. Before Saddam was captured, I used to have a re-occuring dream in which all the world’s leaders were at a dinner party (I’ve no idea why I was invited), Tony, Bush and Hussain were always there, and Saddam was the life and soul of the party – well read and full of wisecracks. A lovable rogue. As the US government used to call him in the 80’s.

  • animal emotion

    I just read this article on whether or not pets and animals in general have emotions and consciousness. Is it just me or is that not absurd? not the fact that animals have awareness of themselves and others around them, but that some people find it so hard to imagine that humans might not such a separate entity after all. I think it’s just something that I’ve always taken for granted – that animals have just as acute understanding of pain, loss, confusion, love and communication, but it’s obviously not in a form that humans totally understand – it doesn’t make it any less valid, it’s just different. I don’t see why humans have such a monopoly on being any more complex than anything else on this planet.

    It kind Reminds me of an incident a few years back when a friend of mine got stopped and was asked why he was vegetarian – my friend didn’t really know what to say until a barrage of ‘You know animals don’t have spirits, they don’t understand or feel anything’ only humans have souls and Jesus and can yours…’.

    Humans eh? think they’re god’s special children with a right to selfishly command over all that we think we own. I can’t wait until the shit hits the fan and everyone no matter which version of god they believe in, no matter if they’re the good guys or the baddies – everything finally gets put into perspective and our insignificance in the grand scheme of things smacks humanity into a paradigm shift that turns all the blinkered minds into a delicious neuron smoothie.

    Please excuse me, I’ve been canning the beechams powders all week. I may have become a little unhinged.

  • Idiots

    I’ve been off school with a flu type thing all week, and so have rarely ventured out of the house. Yesterday, I popped to Abdul’s (the corner shop by our house) to pick up some washing up liquid only to walk into a crime scene… A Policeman, Abdul, his wife and one shopper who witnessed the event – Some twat stole the charity box you see. We all watched the CCTV footage and saw the criminal distracting Abdul’s wife so he could half-inch the tower of change. Idiot.

  • Fight

    Over the weekend I travelled down to Bracknell (between Reading and Slough) to take photos of a Kickboxing Tournament called “Armageddon”. I went down with the Widelode boys as they were making a DVD of the event and needed a photographer, So I donned my photographers pants and had a quick round of Streetfighter2 on my gameboy before leaving the house.
    It was an interesting and fascinating day out, and I was suprised how into it I got – not necissarily the fighting, but the aesthetics of the fighters and their moves. The children fights suprise me, as did the ‘Mai Tai’ no holds barred full contact with elbows and knees fights. the ringside seats were litterally blood splattered by the end of the night.
    I’ve put some pics up on my Flickr Account, and might add some more over the next few days.

  • me and the doctor!

    Well well. For some bizzaro reason I recieved an invite to the torchwoood premiere in Cardiff Bay last night. It was quite a funny scenario with a whole host of fellow reprobates I know huddled about drinking far too much free wine and eating mini food off trays – the mini fist-sized chipolata bangers and mash was crazy like.
    The actual showing of the first episode was interesting – the actors who play the ‘torchwood’ team were sat in the row behind me whooping and giggling like over-excited kerayzees and the GLC sat to my right (Egsy told me he had a jazz cigarette beforhand to get him in the best zone possible).

    Torchwood was much better than I thought it would be – I’d seen a trailer on TV and to be honest it looked a bit too try hard and overly overtly ‘set in Cardiff’. A fact which it has no shame in (and quite rightly) but the constant self refrencing and the line ‘so why are you in Cardiff’ and cardiff this and that all gets a bit embarressing at times, but in the excitment of watching it for the first time in the same room as David Tenant and Billie Piper I didn’t mind too much, siting at home on the sofa however I might start getting shouty. there’s blood, running, it’s funny, there’s a bit of swearing and it does look really good.

    So, right now I reckon Torchwood might be worth a watch, and besides I got to meet the doctor!

  • 10th dimension

    Well my internationally renowned and top rated blog has admittedly been on the back burner for a while, but I’ve been busy in the real world, only to spend more time in online funnily enough.
    I’ve just started an Interactive media post graduate course with CYFLE so I’m currently going bloggin’ crazy! – I’ve set this up for the man band I’ve joined – WastonBowersandFinch and now I’ve got a ‘working’ blog to write down notes and tit bits for ‘Dimension10’ or ‘D10’ – the course I’m doing. I’m not sure why it’s called Dimension10. There are 10 people doing the course – so that makes sense, and I guess it’s kind of futuristic making interactive multimedia things, but I still can’t see dead people or astral project – unless that’s next week.

  • Dead Animal Round up

    Well I’ve been in a whirlwind of change and busy-ness the last few weeks – and no bloggin action has taken place! I was going to write a blog about my worry over what forms my blog should take – should it be an emptying of my heart? A soapbox for my politcal thoughts? a day by day account of things I do? I couldn’t come to any rational decision on this, so decided to make it whatever I damn well feel like when I get round to adding to it OKAY? good.

    Ahem – where was I? oh yes – dead animal time!
    First up is a dead dog I saw on my way to work. I had forgotten my glasses so actually thought this to be a real dog untill I got closer (it’s the tongue hanging out of it’s mouth that gives away it’s deadness).

    However I have been finding dead birds in the garden. I don’t think Mr. Ruddock has caught them as if he catches something, he’ll usually display it for us as a gift. Debbie and I reckon it’s the newly errected mobile phone mast just beyond our garden – I’m sure I read somewhere that everytime a mobile phonecall makes a connection, that burst of electro-magnetic radiation can knock some bird’s radar out, sometimes killing them. remember – everytime you pick up a call, you kill a sparrow.

  • KIT no KAT


    Well there I was – fending off a mid-afternoon pang of choco need, so I popped down to the cornershop, and bought myself a KITKAT. I always feel a bit guilty buying them because Nestle apparently rape babies (RAPE BABIES I TELLS YA!) but they do taste good. Just that right balance between chocolate and wafer.
    NOT THIS TIME! I got all Kit (the chocolate) without any KAT (the wafer). I was shocked and amused – at first anyway, I mean it’s not everyday this sort of wonder happens is it? I ate the first finger, assuming all would be normal on the second, but AGAIN! it was solid chocolate. I then took a photo about half way through before finishing it off. I was going to save the last two fingers to send back to nestle, but I got hungry a bit later on and ate them too. I’ll probably still send them the wrapper and an angry letter of course.

  • weeky

    The weekend, it came and went – Ian and Heather had a birthday party on Friday night at Buffalo – it started swinging, but what with gatecrashers ahoy and muscling in DJ’s with shit records, it turned a tad dull – so much so the birthday boy and lady left before anyone else.
    Saturday I tried to do some work but technology got in my way. 6 hours wasted and I went to a HRH Queen Elizabeth styled tea party. Very tasty with scones, cucumber sandwiches and Pimms. Lots of Pimms.
    Sunday I felt a touch broken and lacklustre. Debbie was feeling the blues and we spent the day tidying the house and doing supermarket shopping.
    Meh.
    My toe hurts less now though – so it’s not broken, just a tad kaput.

  • Achy Breaky Toe

    Well it is my fault. I was attempting to play Rounders bare footed last night and during the furore of the game, I slipped and felt my big toe bend down. It hurt, but brushed it off as an awkward bruise, but it didn’t stop paining all last night and today I can barely walk – hobbling about all limpy.
    Darn it.

  • The Great Outdoors

    During my mid-week jaunt into town this afteroon I discovered that the open air market is closing down for three years while the city centre gets it’s millions of pounds worth of makeover. It’s a sad shame – it was one of those places you could get a bag of veg for few quid and made town feel that little bit more effortlessly cosmopolitan. ahh well.

    If you don’t know where I’m talking about it’s this bit in Doctor Who

  • Heatwave

    Yes it’s hot. But at least your house and town are not being bombed.
    (If they are, I apologise from the bottom of my heart)

    “if the option of peace fails as a result of Israeli arrogance, then the only option remaining will be war, and God alone knows what the region would witness in a conflict that would spare no one”.
    King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia, yesterday – Now put that in your pipe and smoke it.

    I awoke this morning as I have for the past two weeks to the dulcite tones of Radio4 telling me how many lebanese civilians have been killed during the night, how much more of Beruit has been obliterated, that an ambulance has been blown up, that Koffi Anan is ‘shocked'(read pissed off) that a UN post has been blown up. The one thing that comes across in all of this is that Israel just don’t give a fuck. We’re going to blow this place to shit and we don’t care what anyone says. Even if a ceasefire deal was announced now, it gives little comfort to the Lebanese who’s country has been destroyed once again by an invading Isaeli force. I find it unbeleivable that Israel and it’s few allies honestly beleive they can stamp out those darn ‘terrorists’ through such mindless force. It sickens me to the core, and what has been going on in Palestine the past few weeks – is the water and electricity still cut off? Are Israeli tanks still roaming gaza destroying more homes?

    I know I’m seeing this from a very polarised view point, but Israel have done themselves no favours this time, and I cannot see anyone except the good old US of A having any sympathy left for them after this.

  • Silver Jews

    I went to see the Silver Jews last Saturday – I had a great time.

    Debbie said it would be like this:
    A silver Jew

    But it was more like this:
    The Silver Jews
    It was still a great gig non-the-less.

  • Dead mouse

    First of all, welcome to my blog.

    After many years of thinking of writing a blog and not doing so, bar a few ‘news’ pages on some of my websites, I have decided to take the plunge. I don’t know if this will be a log of my daily deeds, my thoughts, doodles and photos I can’t put up on Flickr because my free account has run out for the month. It may just last a few days like so many fads. Or it could folllow my exploits for a lifetime. Only stolen time and procrastination will tell.

    This morning I found a dead mouse as stiff as a post in my backyard. It reminded me of a time about 6 months back when Mr. Ruddock – the cat who comes to visit left a similar gift outside the front of our house.

    He came in during the evening like usual by meowing at the door until somebody let him in, but wouldn’t calm down for ages – just prowling and meowing. Eventually after a good stroke and some catnip, he chilled out for the evening. When he decided to up and leave later on that evening he started freaking out again as we approached the door, and when I opened it I saw what the fuss was: a dead mouse. What struck me about the deceased rodent was how perfectly laid out it was, and positioned exactly centre between the door frame, as though it had been presented for me. I think Mr. Ruddock should be very proud of his taxidermy skills.

    I perhaps unthoughtfuly threw it into the hedge at the side of the house, where it got a bit stuck in the brambles. I later wished that I had somehow kept the mouse and preserved its’ skeleton, or at least the skull. I reckon Mr. Ruddock would look pretty bad ass with a rack of skulls illustrating his kill list around his little neck.