One & Other

I know what I like. It’s a phrase I use quite often when discussing art, mainly because it’s not an area I’m all that familiar with having never really studied it other than the odd wander round a gallery or two. I’m quite open to most forms of art, and I’ll happily wander round an installation and see if it has any impact on me and, digging into my opening phrase a little, if something manages to illicit an emotion from me then it falls into my definition of ‘art’. I don’t limit that statement to a specific set of emotions, there is much beauty to be found in disgust, as there is horror in the mundane. But sometimes I …

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On commenting

A couple of weeks ago I asked if everyone who visited my site would leave a comment, and quite a few of you did. Thanks to you all, even the cheeky ones who decided to buck the trend and email me. It was all quite overwhelming and lovely and.. well.. ta! I do appreciate you taking the time to both visit and comment. When I wrote that post I knew in the back of my mind that every blog goes through a lull, as does every blog reader, but I was genuinely curious to see who responded. It wasn’t JUST about stroking my ego, honest. As ever some of you posted some very insightful comments and with some consideration I’ll …

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Home, home on the range..

“And coming home it feels like I, designed these buildings I walked by” Having not been returned ‘home’ to Glasgow for a while I was quite surprised, as the train pulled into Glasgow Central this evening, to feel an overwhelming sense of comfortable familiarity. It must be the same as all the Londoners gazing at that lovely new Olympic logo (which was recently sent to me with a subject line of “Lisa Simpson, giving head”)… ohh I’m only kidding. It could be worse, right? Hmmm maybe not. Update: an animated version now exists. God bless the internets! I only saw the full colour version today, and have to wonder if, somewhere out there a design team are still shaking their …

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I is not racist

Deary me. Such a silly little TV programme causing such a stir. Let me just mount my “I haven’t been watching it this time” high horse, and we can get started. Firstly I’ll state that I’m not interested in who said what, as my firm belief is that any kind of racist statement is a deplorable outcome of ill-education. Secondly I’ll state that whilst I haven’t really been following this, it does seem to be very much a “reap what you sow” kind of situation, with the sickening implication that Channel 4 are probably, privately, pleased with the increased viewing figures and profile for the show. Thirdly, it would seem that the main conflict isn’t race but intellect*. After an …

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Backlogged

Louise hasn’t been too well the past couple of days, some sort of chest infection which has given her a fairly… hacking cough. Seems to be shifting though. It has caused an additional problem though, namely that she’s filling up the Sky+ box so she’s got stuff to watch during the day. Now, this wasn’t a problem in the past because we had a DVD writer downstairs, alas that is no longer the case and so the box is getting rather full. Unfortunately most of the stuff that is ‘needing watched’ is waiting on me to watch it. Which, normally, would be fine as I’d just hog the TV for a few hours and send Louise off to get the …

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Falling behind

I am being very tardy with this here blog, my sincerest of apologisingness. There is a perfectly good excuse, I’m sure, but it’s probably more fun if you pick one yourself. I’d probably go with “too busy” but the problem with that is that, whilst it’s kinda true, I’ve not been THAT busy. Anyhoo. I ventured out of the house today. Not that big a deal you’d think but I realised, as I trundled down the motorway at 90mph, that it was only the third time I’ve been out of the house since Christmas Eve. Ahh, THAT’S the excuse for not being here much, I’ve not been well! Man-flu. It’s a terrible thing, makes you sit around all day, moaning, …

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4 0 8

Three numbers. Two of them feature in Lost. I’ve not watched any of the new series. Yet. 4 is the smallest number of colours sufficient to colour all planar maps. It is also the smallest composite number. 0 is the additive identity. It also sparked philosophical debate amongst the Greeks a long time ago (the paradoxes of Zeno of Elea, apparently) but then they also found the time to wonder if 1 was a number so best pay them no attention. 8 is the largest cube in the Fibonacci sequence. 8 is the base of the octal number system, without which you wouldn’t be reading this (a byte is 8 bits ya know). Neither 4, 0 or 8 are Prime …

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New, old, sleeping

A couple of new blogs (links on the right in the ‘overflow’) to play with. The Big Brother one might be interesting, and Unreliable Witness already has shimmers of possibility. The update to WordPress and the activation of … er.. one of the spam plugins seems to have done the job. Well worth it. And in other startling news my headache has gone. It finally gave up around 6pm last night, although I still tried (and failed) to get to bed early. Sorry Zoe but thanks for the advice, although there is no way I could sleep with the window open. I just can’t do it, it’s the same if there is too much light in the room, I need …

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She sells…

“And now for something completely different”. Sex. Well sexual imagery at least, we were sitting chatting a few weekends ago, and ended up putting on some music channel for some background noise as we chatted – younger generation today, must have noise!! – a plug for the channel came on screen and each snippet was of a young scantily clad lady, writhing and generally shaking her booty. Hormones rushed off to parts of my body and attention was diverted. Think Britney, Christina and that lot, all marketed, packaged and waiting for drooling blokes to ogle. Then Big Brother hits our screens and we are “treated” to acres of cleavage (both ends) and once again sex is the focus. Sex most …

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Well Read

Today is World Book Day. In honour of this day, celebrating all that is good in the world of our paper based cousins (blogs and books, same family, different parents), I present to you my list of unread books and invite you to tell me which one I should read next. Should it be one of the ‘classics’? Or a more contemporary novel, should it be a novel at all? You decide (said in a Big Brother style). Of further interest will be the World Book Day Online Festival which will have interviews with authors, chat sessions and much more. Should be worth a gander at some point. So, my little bookworms, what should I read next, and what are …

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