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Just read that headline a few times. Go on. Now: that’s not science-fiction. It’s, y’know, a real thing. Tell me that’s not enough awesome for a week, right there. That’s cheered me right up, that has.
Links For Monday 14th July 2008
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I feel unclean linking to the Dail Heil, especially for a non-story like this “rebellious artist is middle class public schoolboy shocker”, but I remain a fan of Banksy’s work, and will be interested to see what impact this has on his future efforts.
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Counterbalance – here’s the sort of crappy sensationalist headline that the Express likes to run with, about the decaying state of out society “Buglars to be let off” type stuff, being shredded by someone who actually knows what they’re talking about.
To Don’t
The only thing the iPhone has been missing, as far as I’m concerned is a decent To Do list application. On my desktops and laptop, I use Things, which is just about the best To Do app I’ve found. I could sing it’s praises for quite some time.
So I have been eagerly awaiting the 2.0 upgrade, and the app store, because I have been waiting for Things to be available on my phone, making it truly The Promised Phone. So after a certain amount of impatient waiting, I upgraded my iPhone at lunch, and swiftly paid the six quid for Things on my phone.
The fucking thing does not appear to sync with my Mac. It’s a completely standalone app. Sure, I now have a decent To Do app on my phone. But if I can’t keep in sync with a master list on a desktop, it’s really only going to be of limited use. Bollocks.
Links For Tuesday 8th July 2008
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Good metaphor. I get my geek news through blogs instead of community-type sites for this sort of reason – the window where the site is gentrified enough that the a-geeks don’t annoy me but the masses and the attendant noise/churn haven’t arrived is small.
Monday
And I feel less rubbish than I did at the weekend, but still not yet human again. Apologies to the various social things I didn’t make it to, but staying in and shifting the damn cold was rather more important to me. I still have lungs full of mucus, but at least my head is more or less unfogged. Which is good, as I have a load of stuff to organise this week.
Links For Monday 7th July 2008
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This is an idea I want to revisit. I know a number of very creative people, and see no reason why a bunch of us should not get together and make something clever.
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Very very angry now.
Links For Friday 4th July 2008
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Well, now Viacom is going to know about it. This, right here is why Google is dangerous. They may try not to do evil, but they can be compelled to hand over vast amounts of their oh-so-nice-honest data to people who are much more evil.
Friday – Hesitate.
Hancock: bland. Funny in places, more-or-less the right side of sentimental in others and satisfyingly explodey. Will Smith is, well, Will Smith, but in the quite watchable way, rather than the in need of a slap way. It’s not a bad film. It’s just another bland Hollywood action film without much bite.
Weekend: I feel slightly like I’m coming down with a cold. Obviously, I’m not, because I have stuff to do, but I’ve been feeling a bit run down, and unusually wheezy for the last two days, to the point that I’m actually carrying my inhaler on me, which I generally forget to do. Still, I think a weekend of not-doing-very-much might be a good idea – nothing that involves leaving the house other than maybe a trip to the shops. I’ve got organising of stuff to do anyway.
What’re your plans for the weekend?
Links For Tuesday 1st July 2008
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Doing a bit of research. There may be a few links in this vein coming.
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I won’t bother to commenting on these, they’re just for me, not stuff I think it’s worth other people looking at, unless you’re facsinated by the nasty bits of Soviet Russia.
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Diamond Geezer explains some of the significance of the numbers 1-30 in the context of London
Dammit, It’s Still June
At around 5 am this morning, I semi-woke, looked at the clock, and then “realised” (in the way that one does when one is still mostly asleep, and actually still dreaming a bit) that it was Saturday, December 17th, (not even a real date this year) and that I had just begun a week off work, in the run up to Christmas. I fell back into my pillows and blissful unconsciousness with a grateful sigh.
So the alarm clock came as something of a nasty shock.