Thursday, August 31, 2006

Rant: My internationality (we're back to Islam again, sorry)


Let me start by stating that I am very, very English. I drink tea. When I'm not drinking tea, I drink gin and tonic. I am strongly in favour of free trade. I believe that laws are there for the benefit of all and should be respected (except silly ones involving foxes). I think professionalism has ruined sport. In the face of angry confrontation, I may raise an eyebrow (just the one, mind). My response to a crisis is to put the kettle on. I have been known to fix my car using my shoelace.



But one thing I am not is patriotic. In fact, I would say I was a better European than I am a Britisher. The problems of my generation - global warming, the hole in the ozone layer, and now terrorism - are global problems, and it seems to me that nations and their interests get in the way as often as they help and protect (did I mention I'm strongly in favour of free trade?). So I find myself sympathizing with international bodies far more than with my own government.



So how can I be surprised by the attraction of the idea of international brotherhood, which Islam has so successfully promoted? Why should I be surprised if it is more attractive than the uncertain benefits of patriotism towards a poky little nation which even its most eloquent natives have difficulty in describing?



I also think there is something deeply English about living with uncertainty. We are, after all, one of the most agnostic nations in the world (not necessarily secular; just agnostic). We have a long history of scientific and technological advancement, and what is more fundamental to science than uncertainty? Even our parliamentary system enshrines enormous powers to a government which may have only won by the tiniest of margins (in other words, we may not trust them but we'll let them get on with it). And let's not get on to talking about the weather.



So how can I be surprised when young Muslims, seeking to make sense of their lives - seeking to create their own narratives, in the style of the narratives that they know, which are from Hollywood and Bollywood and are simple and black-and-white, turn away from being English?



And finally, if we're talking about narratives - who'd want to pin their colours to the mast of a country which seems to export villainy, in all its forms - movie baddies, imperialist history, or military equipment?

Monday, August 28, 2006

More medical stuff


Just realized how long it's been since I gave y'all a medical bulletin.
No doubt youj're on tenterhooks; Is he still on the Azathioprine? Has
he recovered from his ordeal? Will Bluebell win the 3.30 at Kempton?



Well, here are the answers: No; more or less; and, who cares - this is
the present, and it is up to us to make it as beauteous as possibl.
(one for you, there, Henry)



So I am no longer on the Az. Oh, no. Now I am on 6-mercaptopurine, or 6-MP as I
like to call it. I got a little freaked when I first started on it,
though, I must admit. I made the mistake of reading the little leaflet
which comes with the pills - you know the one, it's the one which lists
all the side-effects and normally reads like a complete A-Z of medical
history and is specifially designed to cause heart
palpitations, cold sweats, blurred vision, hairloss, etc... This one
was no exception, but best of all it started with the following
statements: "This medicine is a cytotoxin. It is used in chemotherapy,
and the treatment of cancer."

Hmmm.... is it used for anything else? Nope, nothing else was
mentioned. I got a little freaked at that point, I must admit.
Luckily, although colitis wasn't mentioned in the 6MP literature, the
Azathioprine leaflet mentions 6MP as an alternative, so I figured that
was okay. (Eventually, I checked with my consultant and it was fine. Of
course).



But anyway. I've now been on the 6-MP for about 3 weeks, and I've been
perfectly fine. Admittedly, I'm still just on the tail-end of the
steroid course which started way back when I was in hospital, so that's
gotta help. In fact, for the moment it's enough that the 6MP isn't
giving me any troublesome side-effects - I'm not actually expecting any
benefit from it for at least another six weeks. They say it takes up to
3 months to kick in, but my sister was on something similar for her
arthritis and it took longer than that for it to work for her, so I'm
expecting it to take a while.



In the meantime, it's not as if I've been taking it easy, what with
Festival stuff (and a little romance ;). So in generally, I'm a happy
bunny. I seem to be keeping up with everyone, which is pretty much the
only way I can find to judge my progress.






Sunday, August 27, 2006

Bye bye Summer Girl


So I've had to return Summer Girl to her friends and her life, and it's
left me feeling a little like i've just had to put a fish back in the
water. We agreed this was going to be a Festival fling only, and now
she's off to study... something set-related... at RADA, down in London.
She has no idea how much I envy her that. To be able to go and do
something creative, as a student, in London... Well, I've been there,
and my jealousy is like a physical thing, twisting in my gut. All I can
do is watch, and wonder bitterly how I ended up where I am. And
wonder where the hell I go from here.



For some reason I've always been a little glamour-struck when it comes
to the theatre, in spite of knowing full well how haphazard, strung-out
and sordid it can be. Plus the fact that we got on so well, and she was
so sweet, makes it doubly hard. Creative, talented, funny -
that's the sort of combination that makes me go weak at the knees.



But hey ho. Go, little fishie!


Friday, August 25, 2006

Festival's nearly over...

Summer Girl goes home soon...and all of a sudden life seems more bleak than I care to admit.

Subfo bubble, heeheehee

..."Subfo" being a word I just made up, along the lines of 'subvertising' but not as good.


Taking pleasure in things

What should I blow my hard-earned cash on?

The Bike! That's 500 squid (many, many $)
 
 5

The Camera! That's 600 squid (more $)
 
 3

The Bag! A mere 200 squid (less $)
 
 0

All of 'em, and sod the credit card bill.
 
 3

Sheesh, what is it with you and toys? Try buying nothing for a change. Save your money for something worthwhile
 
 4

Give the lot to charity. (I won't, but feel free to express this opinion)
 
 1

Okay. I'm aware of the heavy heavy irony in following up my last post with this one, but I'm bored at work, and when the going gets dull, the dull go shopping... or something... so I'm shopping. Specifically, I'm shopping for toys, because it's nearly the end of the month and I still haven't spent my bonus.


(Actually that's not strictly true; a fair whack of it has gone on tickets to shows at the Edinburgh Festival, but there's still a chunk left and I just can't end the month with money in the bank, it's not natural).


So I've narrowed it down to three possible toys:



  1. Dahon folding bicycle. My flat is very small, and since it's perfectly possible for me to cycle into work, I'd like to be able to do this. At the moment I do have a bicycle, but the only place it'll fit indoors is in the far corner of my bedroom, where it's impossible to get in and out and it gets in the way. Admittedly, the season is starting to come to a close now, but it's still a nice thought. I'd like the Matrix, but I might settle for the Groove or the Jack, which is cheaper.

     

A dSLR camera. My brother is lusting after the Sony Alpha one and now he's brought it to my attention I'm kinda liking the look of it too. Since everything else I own is Sony, there's a certain logic to it. And since I sold my old 35mm SLR, I do very occasionally ache to be able to take decent photographs.


  • A solar powered bag. This is something I've looked at on and off for a long time. I have something of a fetish for mobility (although the actual amount of travelling I've done recently is very, very small).Also, I own an mp3 player, and a PDA, and a mobile phone, all of which have mains chargers which (to my shame) are permanently plugged in. Something like this, which would charge them up as I stride manfully across the heather, would be a very attractive and ecofriendly-ish toy. Whether to get the Voltaic one or something like the Juice Bag is another question, but we're establishing a principle here, so never mind that now.


    So, waddya think? Should I just get back to work and stop idly pissing away my time now?


  • Wednesday, August 23, 2006

    Happiness is people; pleasure is things

    This stems from a radio programme I listened to in the car last Monday, called Beyond Belief. (you'll have to use the scroll bar at the bottom to find the programme for 21st August). Surprisingly, it's about religion rather than crazy inventions, and this particular episode was concerned with the pursuit of happiness. I was particularly impressed with some of the views put forward, and it helped me to crystallize something I've long thought. Bear with me: I know all you religious types will want to jam God in there somewhere, but this is my basic happy-old-shit-humanist theory:


    Material things can bring you pleasure: Only other people can give you happiness.


    Now I guess I have to define how I'm using 'pleasure' and 'happiness', which is probably where I'm going to struggle.I know what I mean, though, so here goes: pleasure, I think, is a momentary state, a brief point where the cares of the world are forgotten. Happiness is where the cares of the world can be remembered and dealt with without bringing you down.


    Oh. Gosh. Um. I guess that sums it up, really. I thought that was going to take a couple of paragraphs, at least. Right. Well. Um. In the absence of any more wisdom from me, here's a picture of a kitten:



     


    So: things=pleasure; people=happiness. Once you've got that in your head, what else is there?

    Just not far enough ahead of the mob

    Aw heck. Do you ever get the feeling that you're just not quite far enough ahead of the herd? Seems like every so often, I'll find some gorgeous thing mere months before it turns up on the mass market. First example: a poster of two cherubs which I saw and had to have when on holiday in Santiago da Compostela (that's in Spain). A year later, Past Times (that's a twee little chain store in the UK) had it plastered on everything from mouse-mats to tea trays. Instantly, my poster goes from cool to kitsch. Curses.


    Second example - For Christmas, I bought my brother a print which I found in one of Edinburgh's coolest, clique-iest shops, a cunning Japanese woodblock-style print of some cherry blossom, with each blossom cunningly replaced by a little pink bunny!
     


    Look at that! Cool or what? Next to it was Hokusai's famous tsunami print with bunnies replacing all the tumbling foam. I didn't buy him that one because I lusted after it myself... and now I find some clown laser-etching it onto PowerBooks!


    Blast. Blast and damnation. The thrill is gone. Guess I'm just not that far ahead of the game.


    So anyway. This time I've gone to extreme measures. Admittedly, I found it on a pretty mainstream blog so it's not exactly a secret, (and they sell the stuff in the MOMA shop in New York, so it's only a matter of time before it turns up in B&Q) but I've ordered some wall vinyls from a small designer's collective in Paris.


    Bit of an impulse purchase, and I must admit if I'd known how awkward the whole thing was going to prove I'd never have embarked on it: I had to pay by bank transfer (I don't know why - because they're completely clueless possibly?), which involved many many delays and jumping through hoops and actually having to go into a bank... so I'm hoping that the sheer cussed awkwardness of getting anything out of these people should ensure that I have something cool that nobody else can get. At least for a bit...

    Tuesday, August 22, 2006

    Inhabitat » Blog Archive » LIGHT POLLUTION: The continuing spread


    http://inhabitat.com/blog/2006/08/19/light-pollution-the-continuing-spread/
    Well, I was going to talk about peace and love today, but then I read this article and got my knickers all in a twist. According to the author, the US wastes $5-10 BILLION on generating ENTIRELY wasted light. That's a staggering sum. And the problem's getting worse, not better. And what gets my goat is that it would all be so EASY to avoid, if only we were able to think our architecture through and implement it right. Upsetting.

    Monday, August 21, 2006

    Churn, churn, churn... kawaii


    Okay, so this article dates from 2002,
    but still: a fascinating insight into the Japanese relationship with
    kawaii (cuteness, basically). Not only can you buy tasers with cute
    little eyes and a mouth on them, you can just buy the eyes and stick
    them onto whatever you like! Anthropomorphize your life!



    Maybe I should get some for the robot.


    Sunday, August 20, 2006

    In defence of the knife



    Years ago, when I was a design student, we were given the task of
    finding an object that spoke most strongly to us - our favourite
    possession, really - and standing up and talking about it to the
    class.Most people chose gewgaws, emotionally important things which
    they'd carried with them for years.



    I chose my kitchen knife.



    As you might guess, brandishing a foot-long knife in front of a bunch
    of people you've only known for a few weeks and saying "This is my
    favourite possession" got something of an adverse reaction, and as a
    result I had to work quite hard over the next few weeks to reassure
    everyone that I wasn't some knife-wielding nutter. I wrote the
    following little piece to explain - mostly to myself - what it was
    about the knife that I admired and appreciated. The other day I came
    across it again, and thought I'd share it with you.



    The knife caused a lot of amusement
    when it appeared. It is scary to have someone you're not entirely sure
    of stand up with a knife and say 'this is my favourite posession'. The
    answer I gave at the time was partial and incompletely considered, and
    every time I see the knife now, I want to correct that.

    Hence this document.

    The reasons for my attachment to my kitchen knife begin with the Ocean Youth Club, where
    I learned so many important lessons - to cook, to sail, and to accept
    people. I learned there the benefits of having a sharp knife for
    cooking, and that a blunt knife is much more dangerous than a sharp
    one. I learned, too, that one sharp knife can be put to many uses - it
    can crush garlic, shave cheese, open packets, stir things....
    basically, only one tool is utterly, unquestionably vital in a kitchen,
    and that is the knife. Everything else is optional. A sharp edge and a
    fire - that's all you need to cook food.

    I learned, too, that a sharp edge is the last resort in a wide range of
    situations (not counting the diplomatic!). If a rope gets caught around
    something (or someone), then a knife is the final solution when all
    else has failed. A sharp edge can be used to wedge, to lever, to split,
    to unscrew, to hold flat. The sharp edge is Man the Toolmaker's first
    and final tool, the first mark of civilization and intelligence. It is
    the last thing a person in the wild will do without, and the first
    thing they will seek to reproduce. The knife, to the human race,
    represents survival. It is the bottom line, the ur-tool, the first word
    ever spoken in our lexicon of things. For that reason alone, it
    deserves a special place in our consideration.

    But there is more to the kitchen knife than simple age. Countless hands
    have used it over the millenia, and the knife, perhaps more than any
    other device in the object lexicon, shows evolution at work. Just as
    nature has devised combinations both weird and wonderful, and also
    elegant and simple, so the simple sharp edge lives with us now through
    a million avatars. But perhaps the greatest miracle of all is this:
    that each one, specialised as it might be for its own task,still
    retains some of the versatility of that basic sharp edge. That is a
    rare and wonderful thing, and is perhaps the best reason why any knife
    should retain a special place in the materialist's pantheon.



    So the knife is the ancestor, its sharp edge Eve to the Adam of the
    blunt object. Its children have evolved and developed so that they fit
    into many hands, performing wildly different tasks perfectly, yet still
    retaining the flexibility of the original. So why, of all the knives in
    Christendom, do I like my kitchen knife the best?

    There are many answers, but the most fundamental are these: because it
    is designed for cooking, and that is what I most often use knives for;
    because it is very simple, and the qualities the knife embodies - age
    and evolution - deserve simplicity; because its simplicity is made of
    curves, and I like the way it looks. Because it fits my hand, because
    it does its task well, and because of all my belongings, it has the
    greatest chance of living to be as old as me. My knife embodies a
    story, and that story is one of age and evolution, and ancestors in all
    walks of life, from the cleaver in a West End restaurant to the swords
    of the crusaders. It is the story of all human survival and all human
    civilization.

    That's why my knife is one of my possesions which speaks most strongly to me.





    In defence of the knife


    Years ago, when I was a design student, we were given the task of
    finding an object that spoke most strongly to us - our favourite
    possession, really - and standing up and talking about it to the
    class.Most people chose gewgaws, emotionally important things which
    they'd carried with them for years.



    I chose my kitchen knife.



    As you might guess, brandishing a foot-long knife in front of a bunch
    of people you've only known for a few weeks and saying "This is my
    favourite possession" got something of an adverse reaction, and as a
    result I had to work quite hard over the next few weeks to reassure
    everyone that I wasn't some knife-wielding nutter. I wrote the
    following little piece to explain - mostly to myself - what it was
    about the knife that I admired and appreciated. The other day I came
    across it again, and thought I'd share it with you.



    The knife caused a lot of amusement
    when it appeared. It is scary to have someone you're not entirely sure
    of stand up with a knife and say 'this is my favourite posession'. The
    answer I gave at the time was partial and incompletely considered, and
    every time I see the knife now, I want to correct that.

    Hence this document.

    The reasons for my attachment to my kitchen knife begin with the Ocean Youth Club, where
    I learned so many important lessons - to cook, to sail, and to accept
    people. I learned there the benefits of having a sharp knife for
    cooking, and that a blunt knife is much more dangerous than a sharp
    one. I learned, too, that one sharp knife can be put to many uses - it
    can crush garlic, shave cheese, open packets, stir things....
    basically, only one tool is utterly, unquestionably vital in a kitchen,
    and that is the knife. Everything else is optional. A sharp edge and a
    fire - that's all you need to cook food.

    I learned, too, that a sharp edge is the last resort in a wide range of
    situations (not counting the diplomatic!). If a rope gets caught around
    something (or someone), then a knife is the final solution when all
    else has failed. A sharp edge can be used to wedge, to lever, to split,
    to unscrew, to hold flat. The sharp edge is Man the Toolmaker's first
    and final tool, the first mark of civilization and intelligence. It is
    the last thing a person in the wild will do without, and the first
    thing they will seek to reproduce. The knife, to the human race,
    represents survival. It is the bottom line, the ur-tool, the first word
    ever spoken in our lexicon of things. For that reason alone, it
    deserves a special place in our consideration.

    But there is more to the kitchen knife than simple age. Countless hands
    have used it over the millenia, and the knife, perhaps more than any
    other device in the object lexicon, shows evolution at work. Just as
    nature has devised combinations both weird and wonderful, and also
    elegant and simple, so the simple sharp edge lives with us now through
    a million avatars. But perhaps the greatest miracle of all is this:
    that each one, specialised as it might be for its own task,still
    retains some of the versatility of that basic sharp edge. That is a
    rare and wonderful thing, and is perhaps the best reason why any knife
    should retain a special place in the materialist's pantheon.



    So the knife is the ancestor, its sharp edge Eve to the Adam of the
    blunt object. Its children have evolved and developed so that they fit
    into many hands, performing wildly different tasks perfectly, yet still
    retaining the flexibility of the original. So why, of all the knives in
    Christendom, do I like my kitchen knife the best?

    There are many answers, but the most fundamental are these: because it
    is designed for cooking, and that is what I most often use knives for;
    because it is very simple, and the qualities the knife embodies - age
    and evolution - deserve simplicity; because its simplicity is made of
    curves, and I like the way it looks. Because it fits my hand, because
    it does its task well, and because of all my belongings, it has the
    greatest chance of living to be as old as me. My knife embodies a
    story, and that story is one of age and evolution, and ancestors in all
    walks of life, from the cleaver in a West End restaurant to the swords
    of the crusaders. It is the story of all human survival and all human
    civilization.

    That's why my knife is one of my possesions which speaks most strongly to me.





    Friday, August 18, 2006

    IWOOT: Unto This Last

    This is a concept which has me really excited. Via Treehugger, this London-based store produces all its furniture onsite, using Scandinavian plywood and a big computer controlled milling machine. Named after John Ruskin's book 'Unto this Last', which was published at the height of the Industrial Revolution and advocated a return to individual craftsmanship, it seems kind of ironic that the very machines he railed against have finally enabled the business model he espoused to be revived. I love the idea, but my Inner Cynic can't help wondering how much flexibility there really is in the system - I mean, in principle you could get them to make a shorter table for you, but it's not as if you could go in with your own CAD file and get them to make it, is it? Is it?




    Got to admit, though, the furniture is lovely. I particularly covet the Greg Lamp - go have a look!





     



    P.S. Anyone else tried posting via email yet? I posted this via email and had to log in and clean it up - somewhere along the line it had made a fantastic mess of the picture/link combination. And added about a million line breaks.

    Thursday, August 17, 2006

    Wee-urhd



    A fluorescent rabbit?


    While footling around in the archives of we-make-money-not-art (a fantastic site I highly recommend) I came across this. It occurred to me that the current renaissance in traditional artistic
    techniques might have its roots in a backlash against precisely this
    sort of stuff, because, really, is Alba art? Or is she just a rabbit
    that glows in the dark? Bizarre and trangressive, or just a relic of
    what was state-of-the-art 6 years ago, but is now a pretty workaday
    hack? Should we liken it to displaying a computer with purple wallpaper?
    Or is it a desperate statement about our genetic heritage - our very
    selves - under siege from technology?

    At the same time, I've been reading an article about
    neuromarketing
    , by a guy called Clive Thompson. Neuromarketing is
    basically putting people in MRI scanners to determine their responses to
    various brands. It seems a little post hoc to me; although I can see
    that it may have some use in directing adverts, brands take a while to
    develop and instant fixes like this don't seem to me to be offering
    much. And as Chris points out in his article, we don't really know that
    much about the brain; it's a bit of a stretch to infer that men who have
    the same area of the brain stimulated by pictures of faces and of sexy
    sports cars are therefore thinking that the front of the car looks like
    a face. But anyway; this is all about our sense of self, too. The
    techniques he describes are all about finding products we identify with,
    and which stimulate the same areas of the brain which light up when we
    think about ourselves, and what we want - in other words, when we
    consult our own internal model of 'me'. Personally, I can't help
    thinking that the staggering revelation they'll come up with is: sex
    sells. But that aside, it's fascinating that our internal models of
    ourselves can be identified so closely with products, isn't it? Just
    goes to show how elastic they are; and how materialistic we've been
    trained to be.




    Wednesday, August 16, 2006

    Bling Tartan


    Which Tartan would suit me for my brother's wedding? And help me with the girls, obviously.

    Bling! Bling! Go for the red and yellow, be not ashamed!
     
     11

    Ancient Hunting - restrained but different?
     
     12

    It's a proper occasion, don't mess about - Modern Hunting.
     
     17

    My brother is getting married next year, and because I now live in Scotland (which obviously makes me Scotchish) I've threatened to wear a kilt to the wedding. Apparently we have some distant family tie to the clan MacMillan, so I looked up their clan tartans. There are several, most of which seem fairly inoffensive, but the one which would seem to be most correct is the red and yellow number above. A little on the bling side, I fear. Reckon I could get away with that? Or should I go with the more sensible hunting tartan? Of which there are two:



    The Macmillan Hunting (ancient)



    The Macmillan Hunting (modern)


    All of these look slightly different (or completely different, in fact) depending on where on the t'interweb you look. At some point I'll get my arse in gear and go down to the shop and have a look through the Big Book of Tartans. But in the meantime, waddya think?

    Friday, August 11, 2006

    Odd




    Just plain silly.



    Incidentally, why does Multiply's spell checker think I'm Spanish?






    Thursday, August 10, 2006

    Terrorism, IMHO

    I'd like to contribute to the vast outpouring of text which will
    accompany the rather scary events of today... if you've managed to avoid
    the news (how?) then the government is claiming to have foiled a major
    terrorist threat to blow up aeroplanes between the UK and the USA. All
    the airports on this side of the Atlantic are completely log jammed, as
    draconian security measures are implemented - shoes are X-rayed, and not
    even spectacle cases are allowed as hand luggage.

    I've been meaning to write something about terrorism anyway, so let's
    see if I can't get some sort of coherent policy together here.

    I want to make a couple of almost-unrelated points. The first is to do
    with the role of terrorism in terms of war, and the practice of killing
    people. the second is to do with terrorism and its relationship with
    technology.

    To start with, the idea of a 'war on terror' is, I believe, an empty
    slogan, and one I disapprove of. Before 9/11, it was not unusual to hear
    the phrase "One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter".
    Curiously, though I haven't heard it that much recently. I suspect it's
    because we've become targets, and all of a sudden the situation has
    polarized; indulging in seeing both sides of the argument doesn't seem
    quite so attractive now, as opposed to when these guys were trying to
    blow people up in foreign countries (where they do things differently).

    Let me also say this: I believe terrorism is valid as the last weapon of
    the dispossessed. Or more correctly, those who believe they have no
    other option. If some authoritarian state invaded Britain, and I was
    left with no other means to resist them, then causing disruption through
    fear might be my final tactic, before I was hunted down and killed. If I
    can't rule it out for myself, then how can I rule it out for others? The
    problems come when we look at that pithy definition I just put forward.
    The young men who (for example) attacked London in July were members of
    British society, with a vote each. They were no more politically
    dispossessed than I; and yet they felt driven to this. I've tried to ask
    myself why - I pride myself on empathy, I think it's very important -
    but I can't understand. For all our current government's shortcomings
    (and I really won't go into that), they're still subject to the workings
    of democracy, and eventually - eventually - they must come to heel,
    because they can be voted out. I am not disenfranchised. Nor were they.
    If other methods are open to you, then terrorism cannot be acceptable.

    (let's throw in an interesting fact here - apparently 40% of British
    Muslims aged 18-35 (ish) believe Princess Diana was killed by the
    British establishment because she was about to marry Dodi al Fayed - a
    Muslim. That was on a Jon Snow program on More4 the other night, called
    "What Muslims want")

    This brings us to the second point I wanted to raise, which is to do
    with the relationship between terrorism, democracy, and technology.
    First off, it's fairly obvious that it's a lot easier to get hold of
    deadly stuff now than it was twenty years ago. This is a trend which can
    only go one way - material goods are becoming cheaper, information is
    spreading more widely, it's inevitable that bad people are going to get
    their hands on nasty stuff and that this will happen more often.
    Secondly, and more importantly, the fact that extreme views can now be
    spread more widely thanks to technology (I'm think mostly of the
    internet, but that trickles through to other media too) has two results:
    one, those with a predilection to believe this stuff are more likely to
    be exposed to it; and second, they will come to understand how isolated
    their views are from the mainstream. In previous eras, politics was much
    more the preserve of those who cared enough to take it up, and they were
    more often the ones with extreme views - so the silent majority stayed
    silent, and the extremists got a disproportionately large amount of
    influence, which suited them just fine. But it also made them more
    likely to use conventional politics to achieve their ends. Now, however,
    when the mood of the population can be much more accurately judged,
    politics has become more and more about the centre ground, and the
    extremists are being sidelined. It's ironic, but I think the very
    mechanisms that are allowing us to get closer to the ideals of democracy
    (for better or worse) are encouraging those with extreme views into
    extreme actions.

    40% of British Muslims aged 18-35(ish) believe Princess Diana was killed
    by the British establishment because she was about to marry Dodi al
    Fayed - a Muslim.

    Forty per cent!

    The penny/pound Engineer Competence Index

    There's a saying: an engineer can make for a penny what any fool can
    make for a pound.

    I'd put myself at about 47p.

    So, all you engineers: How 'bout you?

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    Movement in Design


    My brother has berated me for having a lack of twaddle on my blog. You'll be soorreeee.... but why should I write my own when there's so much fascinating twaddle being written by other people? Ben Hopson, for example, sets down some interesting thoughts on movement in design, which I have to agree is a long-neglected area. It's not enough that something should be well-designed from a static point of view; interaction is almost always dynamic, and the dynamics of an object are often neglected. How do we describe them? More importantly, how do we research them and develop them into a feature? Well, using video, Ben. Obviously. Duh. But it's still a neglected field, so good on you for thinking about it.


    Haven't had time to check out the videos, but if they're as novel as his writing then I'm sure they're fascinating.




    Movement in Design

    My brother has berated me for having a lack of twaddle on my blog. You'll be soorreeee.... but why should I write my own when there's so much fascinating twaddle being written by other people? Ben Hopson, for example, sets down some interesting thoughts on movement in design, which I have to agree is a long-neglected area. It's not enough that something should be well-designed from a static point of view; interaction is almost always dynamic, and the dynamics of an object are often neglected. How do we describe them? More importantly, how do we research them and develop them into a feature? Well, using video, Ben. Obviously. Duh. But it's still a neglected field, so good on you for thinking about it.

    Haven't had time to check out the videos, but if they're as novel as his writing then I'm sure they're fascinating.


    Tuesday, August 08, 2006

    My name is Matt and I'm a neophiliac

    ...and it's not my fault.


    No, apparently, it's genetic. Wonderful.


    (personally I suspect it's more to do with access, and the ease of, but if someone's willing to give me a medical cop-out, then hey, who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth? Especially when it's all new and shiny).


     

    Monday, August 07, 2006

    Edinburgh Fringe Shows I have seen

    Rating:★★★
    Category:Other
    I know there are one or two locals who occasionally read this, so I guess it might be useful information for somebody.

    So far:

    Ermm...
    (sorry, just collecting my thoughts. It wouldn't surprise me to learn there is a show with that name; I haven't seen it, though)

    Working backwards:

    NewsRevue 2006: *** Satire in song - okay, I thought. One neat trick with some beards, and some decent stuff (John Prescott as the Churchill insurance dog). Not as good as last year, though, apparently.

    Puppetry of the Penis:** interesting trick, dire script - probably works very well with a drunken Friday night audience, but not so good with a sleepy Sunday night one. Recommend buying the book rather than seeing the show. And yes, this is exactly what you think it is. When they told me it was projected on a big screen, I thought they meant in silhouette. They didn't.

    Free & Easy Comedy at The Stand: *** A free show with two pretty good comedians busily saving their good stuff for the paying punters later on. Still pretty good, though; I've paid to see worse.

    Geraldine Quinn: ***** I really enjoyed this. Fantastic voice, great songs. And the most amazing gurning I've ever seen, by a girl.

    Andrew Maxwell: **** Excellent stuff. Drunken, tokin' wisdom.

    A British Guide to Religion: ** Bleh. Too much like being lectured to by a couple of (overly rehearsed) students to really engage me.


    ...not bad for two days. Thanks to Jen for staying with me for the weekend and introducing me to random people, who introduced me to other random people, etc., etc.

    Some more:

    Tim Minchin: **** another Aussie comic. Similar sort of sense of humour to Geraldine Quinn, I thought, but with TOO FEW SONGS. Came away feeling slightly cheated.

    Act Without Words I & II *** A nice little cultural break to hours of unremitting, relentless observational comedy. The set is fantastic. There are no words. Literally.

    One set to Love*** My god. A tsunami of a script which the actors surf with aplomb. Humour on so many levels that none of them quite penetrate, and your sense of disbelief comes away feeling like a puppy who's just spent the day being yanked around by a hyperactive three year old. Enjoyed it, but needed a drink afterwards.

    Sunday, August 06, 2006

    Meedja

    It occurred to me the other day that the what the media does is to scoop up the edges of society and fold them back into the middle.

    Saturday, August 05, 2006

    Seen while shopping:

    A young lady wearing the hajib stocks shelves with women's summer
    clothes in John Lewis (big department store). What is she thinking as
    she lays out those skimpy outfits that she can never wear? Does she
    think about it at all? Or is it just as if she was stocking shelves
    with any other product she wouldn't use, like books in Japanese or
    men's shaving products?

    Friday, August 04, 2006

    Woolly crash hat using supercustard stuff


    This I found ages ago while trawling for stuff for skiing.  It's a hat! 


    I love skiing, but I'm reluctant to wear a crash helmet despite hearing numerous horror stories (and knowing people who've been injured). The ribcap is kind of a halfway house - way cooler than a crash hat, it uses some weird stuff called d3o which takes the whole harden-on-impact thing to new levels. I want one, and it'd be brilliant for persuading kids who are too cool to wear something which might afford them some protection.


    All the shops appear to be in Switzerland, which is a long way to go for a hat, but never mind that now.

    Wednesday, August 02, 2006

    Auto cross posting test

    This posted to blogger, 1.05pm (local time) Wednesday 2nd August.

    Don't seem to be able to limit distribution, so I hope this doesn't get posted to all and sundry. Still, that's all part of the testing process I guess.

    Tuesday, August 01, 2006

    Spam Architecture


    This has been floating round a few blogs recently, but it is very cool so I'm foisting it on you lot too.



    Spam Architecture,
    from Alex Dragulescu, is a computer program which takes junk email as
    input and converts it into some rather wonderful 3D models. How it does
    this, I dunno. There's probably a lot of Alex going into the mix, too.
    Anyway, they look just fine.