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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.
Links For Friday 27th June 2008
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It’s possible I have become confused about the metaphor here. Still, this is worth a look if you’d like to get an idea of the scale of Google’s operation. It’s slightly terrifying. And full of rice.
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Someone get me one of these, at once. Not to screw with other people’s photography, you understand. But screwing with my own photos sounds like fun to me.
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Useful set of plugins to add features to to Vanilla forums.
Comment Rake
Home for the evening, bored. Entertain me by answering the following, please.
Hopalong
I have been limping all bloody day. It is hassle I could well do without, as it is kind of connected to the fact I am supposed to refrain from doing anything that would cause my thigh muscles on my left leg to get too much use for the next while, walking is ok, but anything strenuous is out for at week to two weeks. This in annoying, as I’d just gone up a weight step on my leg presses (I’m aiming for twice my own weight, and closing on it quite nicely), and by the time I’m back to doing them, I’ll probably be back where I was.
Slightly more pressingly on the getting lard off front, can anyone suggest to me a good means of getting 1/2 an hour’s aerobic exercise without using my legs? No, hopping while on a treadmill is not practical, you bastards. Swimming also not an option.
Links For Wednesday 25th June 2008
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First they came for the omnibologists…
This simultaneously winds me up something rotten, and makes me laugh – the incongruity of the headline, and the word “omnibologist”. Say it with me now…
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Soviet animations of Winnie the Pooh. Love the aesthetic.
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Yes, apparently there’s a fairly dangerous OSX exploit in the wild. But look: a couple of paragraphs of instruction on how to make your Mac immune to it, until it’s patched. Ever seen something like that for a Windows exploit? No, me neither.
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Handy plugin to get FF3 to finally display PDFs inline on OSX. Hallelujah!
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C.S. LEWIS: Finally, a utopia ruled by children and populated by talking animals.
THE WITCH: Hi, I’m a sexually mature woman of power and confidence.
C.S. LEWIS: Ah! Kill it, lion Jesus!
Tree Of Ink
This is now indelibly drawn onto my left thigh. Which is nice. The endorphins rather wore off on the train home, which was less pleasant, as I had to stand the whole way back. It was only half an hour, but I could have done without it just then, you know?
Still, I think we can file today under “win”.
Links For Monday 23rd June 2008
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10/10, that man. Lovely way to start the week.
Have You Ever Had A Religious Experience?
As in: the absolute certainty that an external entity whose nature you cannot define has just reached inside you, and switched something around such that your comprehension of the world and your place in it can never, ever, be the same again?
I have, once, about five years back. It’s not something you’ll ever get me to talk about. I have my suspicions as to what it really was was, but nonetheless, the easiest definition of it is a religious experience. I firmly believe that no-one who hasn’t had that Damascene moment has any business claiming to have “faith” in a damn thing, because what they’re doing is believing in a Sky Daddy because someone told them to, not because they genuinely feel it. (Actually, I think that even people who have had a moment like that are believing in a Sky Daddy, but I digress – tonight’s topic is not the nature of faith.)
The reason I bring it up is that I am back from a My Bloody Valentine gig. It was not a religious experience. But it was as close to an artificially induced one as I have ever come.
I have been to an awful lot of gigs, by many different kinds of band. I have been to extreme metal nights. I have been to quiet folk nights. I have been chemically off my tits at dance nights. I have left gigs and clubs going “that was awesome!” and “wow!” and “fucking brilliant!” I have never, ever before left a gig shaking slightly, and needing to take a few minutes on autopilot while I got my brain back up to full cognition because the sound had obliterated all concious thought for the ten minutes before.
I know and love the vibration of heavy bass. This was not that. This was, sound as full body immersion, sound as a physical thing, as a taste. It has almost certainly changed my relationship with music in the same way that eating Heston Blumenthal’s cooking changed my relationship with food.
Yes, it’s all explicable as “sensory overload”. That’s exactly what it was. Sound, and sound alone having the same effect as drugs. Here, then, is my question: why have I not seen a band outside of MBV doing this? Why can I not go to a gig like that more than once in 15 years?
Links For Friday 20th June 2008
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I could really do with something like this that goes all the way out to the M25 (and would even be prepared to pay a modest sum for such a thing), but this will do for a start.
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Oh, look, I found one. Handy. This is why people really ought to spend a bit fo time doing SEO work on websites – this was buried on the third page of my search results, despite being about the most authoritative result for my search.