Friday, September 28, 2007
If you're an R.E.M fan, you'll love this....
Matthew Perpetua (of Fluxblog fame) has a wonderful blog where he's reviewing ever single R.E.M song ever .The combination of a methodical approach to a band's work, coupled with Matthew's gentle, insightful prose, make it an absolutely wonderful read. Highly recommended.
It's been a long couple of weeks for me..
...and humour has been in pitifully short supply. So, when something really makes me laugh out load, it's very welcome indeed.
Glamourous Friday...
Means i'm sitting here waiting for my washing to dry in the Lauderette. The weather has changed from "short coat" to "long coat", and even yesterday, "scarf". Despite the heat from all the machines and driers that surround me, my face feels cold.
Today is a day for experimenting with viral invites for Shadowglobe, it's also a day recuperating from yesterday's long lunch (or symposium, if you will) with Johnny Kevin and Richard.
Tonight sees me DJing south of the river *slight shudder*, which i'm looking forward to, it's been a while since I played out.
Today is a day for experimenting with viral invites for Shadowglobe, it's also a day recuperating from yesterday's long lunch (or symposium, if you will) with Johnny Kevin and Richard.
Tonight sees me DJing south of the river *slight shudder*, which i'm looking forward to, it's been a while since I played out.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Wistful.....
I'm always somewhat wistful at this time of year, and I'm never exactly sure why. It's probably got something to do with my upcoming birthday, but more than that, it seems to be a reaction to the passing of the year. The end of summer and the resultant darkening of leaves; the swelling horse chestnuts teeming on the ends of ever-more drooping branches- the same ones I would spend all day lugging sticks at when I was a kid- all of these things seem to make me realise that the birth of another year means the death of its predecessor. Autumn is a time for reflection and introspection; and it's always been that way.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Multiplayer game fun.......
How about playing Asteroids with THOUSANDS of people?
While we're on the subject of games, but delving back into more analogue forms of entertainment, i've been delving back into my Pinball obsession recently.
This is the closest to my own Pinball machine that i've found online, it's even a Gottlieb! According to this, (Bowling Queen, July 1964) there were 2650 made, I wonder how many can have survived these four decades?
While we're on the subject of games, but delving back into more analogue forms of entertainment, i've been delving back into my Pinball obsession recently.
This is the closest to my own Pinball machine that i've found online, it's even a Gottlieb! According to this, (Bowling Queen, July 1964) there were 2650 made, I wonder how many can have survived these four decades?
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sorry for the hiatus....
I've been away for a while, been busy for an even longer while.....and i've been feeling like this:
I just love the way that Wim sits there looking miserable until the high piano line comes in half way through.....
Here's the song in the context of the film "Belly Of An Architect" (my favourite film of all time) this scene is almost heart-stoppingly poignant, as the central protaganist, Stourley Kracklite, comes up against the evidence of his mortality, how he's being cuckolded, his obsessions with his fear of being poisoned...and all of this pales as his knowledge of his impending doom is given a cruel twist as he's seduced by the photographer Flavia.....
Will post more tomorrow, now that i'm BACK on the planet blog :))
I just love the way that Wim sits there looking miserable until the high piano line comes in half way through.....
Here's the song in the context of the film "Belly Of An Architect" (my favourite film of all time) this scene is almost heart-stoppingly poignant, as the central protaganist, Stourley Kracklite, comes up against the evidence of his mortality, how he's being cuckolded, his obsessions with his fear of being poisoned...and all of this pales as his knowledge of his impending doom is given a cruel twist as he's seduced by the photographer Flavia.....
Will post more tomorrow, now that i'm BACK on the planet blog :))
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