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Monday 8 December 2008

Impressed!


I'm impressed. Managed to merge my two posterous accounts in about 30
seconds. I think. Nice.

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Tuesday 4 November 2008

Halloween Cookies...


Halloween Cookies...
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This Halloween I decided to make some delicious gruesome sugar cookies using the various cookie cutters from Angela & Joe and Karl & Lindsay. I had far too much fun with the piping bag and now want to make novel decorated biccies for all events... thankfully I have a silly number of cutters so probably just about have the equipment for any time of year cookies... nice.

Friday 24 October 2008

Train Tracking....

04:45 Awake (barely) to get myself to a 06:36 train to Liverpool for a Facebook Symposium...

06:30 En route: Girl on a foreign exchange to Germany has a small crisis phone call wih her best pal as her parents look nervous and her wee brother looks bored from the platform

07:12 Still dark. How can it still be *this* dark. Quite odd. Making progress on the assignment though and have mostly stopped receiving dirty looks from the exchange student girl.

07:14 Getting achy from my not quite perfect laptop angle (interesting seat design for a train with specific laptop power points (and no wifi - muh!). Shall I ask student girl to watch the mac for me?

07:35 Dawn is very slowly approaching. ooh the excitment. My smoked salmon bagels look like a good brekkie compared to fellow business travellers - one is starting her day with Cadbury Snack biscuits. Nice. And a metro of course. smug? Moi?!

07:44 Went to the bathroom (the exchange kid kept an eye for me and seems very nice) and 2 mins later I come out to find it almost light and the carriage suddenly toasty. Bizarre. Oh and these tilty trains they *really* do tilt!

07:48 Haiti/Arcade Fire is almost as perfect for train travel synchronisation as Star Guitar/Aphex Twin

07:54 Pulling into Carlisle I can't believe how huge the Cumbria indoor bowld park is. It's pretty big people. And just near the Eden Bridge Club for the less, er, athletically inclined. Why am i so not surprised that the spandex cyclist man and his son (wearing a lot less spandex) are getting off here? They had that borders smug glow! Wow. uniformeed school kids getting on and a whole heap of the young and the zitty are boarding. - or are they all together?! Could be... Wonder if they know that coach c is quiet carriage? Aw. One of the uniform kid was coiling in embarrassment as his dad waved him off!

08:03 First rubbish collection person does the rounds 90 minutes into journey. fairly impressive. Sheeo frolicking outside window are great distraction from policy papers.

08:08 Keep seeing frozen streams. It's definitely winter.

08:11 All the kids get off at Penrith. I remain baffled by the wacky blend of major stations and iny hops that long train journeys include. Also intriguing is the mother daughter pair at Penrith station - both look appaalled by th ehour but the mother staring at her kid judgementally is definitely more awake. Maybe she's staring cos the kids curly blond highlighted hair is suffiiciently scrubby to look like she's been dragged through a hedge backwards. Need I mention that she's wearing Uggs? Nah. DIdn't think I needed to.

08:21 Finding the dry stone walls, the bare hills and the sheep very romantic It's a shame the only non nature/farmimg objects in the landscape round her seem to be trucks, coaches and caravans. I forget how lucky I am to live somewhere so well served by public transport sometimes. And how efficient cities are at negating the need for a vehicle to get around every day. Can't imagine living alone or without a driving licence out here in th the beautiful remoteness

08:43 iTunes delivers blast from the past.. two steps back. i still like it damn it!

08:45 Wow. flooded fields

08:49 Thinking that Carnforth stations would not look out of place in Brief Encounter... oh dear. I seem to have a smut in my eye....

08:52 Stopped in a siding. never a good thing

08:57 Moving again. phew.

09:01 Finding that ham sarnies are the breakfast of choice for my co-passengers.

09:19 Putting macbook away ready for change bit. Must put track 2 of Manu Chao Clandestino into xmas cd... it's ace and pingy!

09:21 Amused at the girl oppositte. As well as topping up her make up a lot to hide one of those pesky chin zits she's now checking her face in her ipod. classy. I'm sure that's what mac had in mind for that reflective surface...



16:30 Liverpool Taxi drivers are the nicest I've met. Although mine was freaked out that a city visitor had a minicab company number until I explained that the nice man at the Anglican Cathedral (which is breathtaking and giant) gave it to me.

17:15 Met a nice couple also on the way to Edinburgh whilst we all met at Wigan NorthWestern - both seemed very nice. I feel very old telling people like this - who detect I am not a native Edinburger - that I've actually lived here a decade. It's a long time. I notice that whilst the good folks of Liverpool John Mooires mistook me for an academic the Edinburgh pair were sensible enough to know better. The husband, retired head of architecture at... I don't know... I think George Watson's College where the wife works, anyway he seemed obsessed with Pollock Halls - his son married there (I think he said) but he couldn't remember in which bit. Curious. Anyway they had been down for a Friday of culture. Apparently Anthony Gormley's permanent sculptures are quite amazing.

17:30 On the train to Edinburgh and it's bloming packed with enormous numbers of students it seems. Enormous numbers. And bags. In place of this morning's tiny children we have the 18-22 brigade and a lot of standing people. Rarely have I neen so happy about my reservation and my canny prepurchasing of nibbles at the station

17:36 The slightly dodgy looking chap next to me turns out to be charming and effete when I ask him to plug in my laptop. Virgin trains rule. All they need to do now is add free wifi and we're cooking with gas!

17:47 Preston station - a man in a boob tube and micro rara skirt and shredded fishnets is flashing his ass. Clearly a super tacky stag night of some sort. There are two of them. a lot of beer and a fair amount of regrettable photos being taken.

17:56 Just noticed the man in the standing only space next to me is about 75. I am not moving on principle - pensioners can and should book seats too. More alarmed that the non reserved folks two seats over (and indeed their not tiny but small children who are taking up a further pair of seats) haven't budged. Clearly a full train = a slightly evil inward only looking train. Hmm. Might change my mind about seats if he's still standing after the next stop. Slippery slope with the booked seats though... Why the hell are there so many folks with suitcases on this service anyway? I fear it may be a lot of students doing weekend trips home but I can't imagine doing that so it seems odd. That said the girls on the Liverpool Lime Street to Wigan North Western train who I was sat with were clearly very smart student nurses but just as clearly living at home and thinking their friends studying non vocational or debt accruing courses to be frankly a little insane. On a similar note a student I met in the audience today had come to Liverpool with 4 friends from school. I can't imagine picking university as a social adventure with a bunch of school friends. Seems like odd criteria but then I never was a typical wee student.

18:04 Lancaster - fuller train or emptier... place your bets please...

18:05 Pensionable man just about in my lap. Weird. He still seems to be without a seat but the train isn't filling too badly so who knows. He's off down the carriage - good luck mr pensioner! Does no-one book seats these days?

18:09 Wow. The studenty types just moved for a middle aged woman bearing shopping where they failed to move for Mr Frail. Eeevil. Probably it's more a fortuitous timing issue but still. Incidentally one of he scummy youth is working a a great wooden tooth through the ear and feathery super short blond haircut. It's a good look. Actually a theme of Liverpool - it all looked like a modelling test for Hair magazine. Peculiar. Explains why the hairdresser training mobile app was developed in St Helens maybe...

18:22 Has disgorged many of the passengers including a traumatised looking Mr Frail. The train is getting quieter (still rather full) but it's now freezing and there are a fair few kids running wild. Bring on the peppermint tray bake.

18:23 BTW Virgin would like you to know that it has teamed up with Orange for better mobile coverage. Why. No. Wifi.???

18:26 Would like a way to automatically tag documents in a wordle type way. maybe there is... must look when I next get on wifi

18:30 Make a bold attempt to catch the News Quiz using the on board radio. It's not working. At all. Any channels. Nothing. Helpfully though someoe has coloured in the control panel and drawn a pretty star over the C button which should flip through channels but instead navigate white noise. At least iTunes is pleasant. And there is a frisson from the screaming standing studensts who find the tilty train an entertainment in themselves.

18:35 Found a Radio4 fill in. In Our Time podcast is doing the trick - Marcus du Soutoy is explaining mathematical axioms and suddenly I feel all safe. Though a bit sickly. That mint stuff should be a controlled substance.

18:45 A man with a welsh accent is talking about going to work with a readibrek glow. Odd. I think I"m glad he's getting off right about... now. We are now at Penrith. Next up is Carlisle (very soon) and then peace until Edinburgh. This seems to be a faster route at night. But then I am half asleep and not reading policy documents right now.

18:57 The "charming" child in seat oppositte is leaping and making noise and waving a purple plastic spider around. The wman with the weird asymmetrical hair do is poking out a killer heeled ankle boot, a blonde student in front is flicking through New Scientist and I've rarely felt so tired, sickly (too much sugar) or claustrophic. 1 hour to go though and the train is really starting to clear at last. After Carlisle (just getting in to the station) they'll be no more stops till Haymarket in an hour. Carlisle looks vast and very vastly empty except on our platform.

19:22 Rang Heather and feel better and more wakeful already. Still cold though. And finding the 40 somethings making out whilst hyper on the same crisps soda and candy that their kids are consuming. It's super creepy AND their kids are being better behaved than them rather bizarrely. BTW these little creepy lust buckets are not the world's most attractive folks. I think that makes it extra creepy as unfair as that is. But if the guy must stroke his wife perpetually in my peripheral vision I'm going to get annoyed. Go small child with plastic spider! (btw this little 8 year old seems to have had a double seat the whole way through the Mr Frail episode).

19:30 Subverting the preteen and teen noise on the train by listening to Suspie Bright's podcast about Sex Addition. It's safer than any listening that might lead to stressful shouting out into the carriage. What a horribly disruptive contrast to the 6.30am train.

19:45 Wow. 2 hours into the journey kid 2 appears. that seat isn't empty. who knew. Meanwhile I am freezing. Am I just tired or are Virgin trying to sell coffees?!

19:52 Now too tired to edit todays notes and too tired to read. So listening and half asleepness for the last half hour or so. If the kid screaming dims.

20:14 That was so novel! I think someone just lit a match against the window (from outside). Shiny. Anyway pack up for me as we're about to hit waverly. I'll cut short the hugely upbeat Susie Bright Poly podcast.

22:27 Home watching QI with my wife after a lovely cauliflower curry and raspberry jelly and... adding people to the EDINA Facebook group... ah... the tasteful blue boxes are stalking me today!

22:33 Finally I get on the internet. Oh the irony of a cutting age technology day with no net. My not Tweets are posted... Bed for me!

Saturday 11 October 2008

Podcast!!

Yes! I am now a podcast!!!

Well I am now making a podcast and am actually on episode 3 now but wanted to get a few under my belt before showing off super loudly about it!

Search for me on iTunes (the show is suchprettyeyes on film) or click on the links below, or take a look at my PodBean site to stream the latest episodes.

add to iTunes add to zune add to podnova add to newsgator
add to netvibes add to pageflakes add to google add to yahoo

Now I would be lying if I said I had quite tweaked the format to perfection yet but I'm working on it and simultaneously looking out for good pod hosting facilities as podbean only remains free for about 10 episodes in total sadly...

Anyway have a listen (subscribe dammit!) and let me know what you think and where I should make any changes - all feedback enormously gratefully received!

puppy sitting...


puppy sitting...
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We've been having ludicrous fun lately puppy sitting Aisha, Niko & Jenny's new adorable Jack Russell puppy. Heather and I are in the honorable position of being "dog parents", effectively god parents to the wee pup, so we've been taking Aisha for nice walks and the adventure that is running round our flat like a maniac or getting to know the neighbours in the drying yard...

Also we're discovered that all the super hot people talk to you if you're walking an incredibly cute puppy... it's a useful thing to know and we can definitely recommend walkies for singletons!

Wednesday 17 September 2008

This way please sir...


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Yesterday I was touring interview candidates around and it really took up the whole day give or take a few odd breaks... it's a very weird and very interesting life experience seeing how different people present themselves and behave in that situation. It's certainly made me more aware of my own way of presenting myself to new people for a while...

Anyway it's tiring stuff hearing your own voice do the same spiel time and time again so today I plan to spend very little of my day talking and very much of my day quietly working away. For once that will be absolute bliss!

I am pygmy hippo: hear me roar!

Monday was a random Edinburgh holiday so Heather and I were both off work and able to hang out with her old friends who were in town for two days only. And their choice of thing to do? The Edinburgh Zoo.

It may not have been the most obvious tourist attraction and the entry fee seems fairly steep at around 11 quid but all six of us were completely entertained from when we arrived at lunchtime (in lots of time for the 2.15pm Penguin Parade) through to closing time. We all got a free souvenir too as one of the visitors had picked up a leaflet with a free penguin offer earlier in the weekend so even Heather and I now have a little 3inch high penguin now.

I don't think we'd actually been to the zoo since we first dated and Heather and I both really enjoyed the day but also felt a bit weird about some of the animals. The big cats, the polar bear and the rhinos all look a bit cramped and not that excited to be in the zoo and, if we're honest, we'd happily go to look at the penguins (who have a nice and reasonably fair sized space with weather much like their home in the Falklands), the various birds (plentiful space), the grazing animals (various cool looking deer-ish variants, mostly from Africa) and the smaller creatures. But we know that a lot of people set a lot of stock by the huge animals on show. It's a shame as I really don't think lions or rhinos want to spend their days in the UK being screamed at by small children. But maybe 95% of the animals look ok with their set up and 100% of them look healthy and well cared for so we're pretty sure the keepers would be broadly with us on the ideal living conditions front.

Which reminds me...

The zoo is full of animals and, on any average visit, tons of small children which makes two elements of any visit super mystifying:

1) The zoo is not a non smoking zone. It had never occured to me that they would let anyone chug away on cigarettes past wildlife as it never occured to me that anyone would want to. It was only when the crowd was gathering for the Penguin Parade that I got to see just how many of the crowd were puffing away. And that included those with very small children. It was pretty disgusting and I was annoyed that all the tannoy announcements about safety and behaviour (for humans) didn't include an "and if you insist of giving yourself and your loved ones cancer and respiratory diseases please do not do this in the Penguin Parade area". I think I may write the zoo a letter. The sight of a huge overflowing ashtray near the koala enclosure (which is indoors and therefore a smoke free zone) was really too too depressing.

2) All the animals live on fruits, vegetables and lean meats (depending on the critter involved) but if you're a human coming to visit the food is genuinely shocking. Fried food, trash, candy, crisps and little else are for sale all over the site and we were unable to find anything else. There aren't even little snack bags of carrots or grapes or similar - and even McDonalds sell those! The contrast with the animals really could not have been starker and we were in a fair state of shock since there is a strand of zoo marketing that aims itself firmly at middle class folks who they invite to lavish functions in the mansion house. On a normal visit though visitors are greeted by sweaty school dinner lady types serving crap in brightly painted echoey chambers of greasy doom. Or you could get the healthy choice: an ice cream. Why they don't have better food and drink I don't know since it's the perfect place to sell healthy stuff already with a little "eat like a chimp" type angle. The new Bonobo house actually has a smoothie bar (though closed when we went through) so that must be progresss but how they can justify all the junk food booths and dodgy cafes I do not know. Clearly another item for my "what are you thinking?!" letter to them...

Monday 15 September 2008

jelly belly!


jelly belly!
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Overzealous buying in the US landed us with 2kilos of Jelly Belly beans (Heathers parents live in a town tantalizingly close to the factory though I've not been taken there yet... ).

We put out the Jelly Bellies at our 4th July party but a lot of them were left over and it's only recently I've reminded myself to start slowly nibbling through the tasty backlog. Unfortunately it's a bit of a Russian Roulette situation as there are least 3 variants of cinnamon (which I don't like) all of which bear an uncanny resemblance to the very tasty chocolate flavour beans...

Can I cope with this much excitement?!

this classy breed...


this classy breed...
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Sometimes I really love the walk home from work.. I pass three sets of newspaper boards and it's rare that I don't see at least one that makes me titter. It is rare that I see such a well matched trio as this little set though!

Wednesday 20 August 2008

Weird presents...


Weird presents...
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OK so the lighting is shoddy and I really need to sort how I photograph my random scribbles but...

After we had a few comments from our house guest (my sister) Heather and I were alerted to just how many odd nic-nacs we have round the house. Many are from my mother's yearly foray into insanity for our Christmas stockings which are both a perpetual horror and an endless delight. In a way she is a gift innovator. In a way...

However, especially with a Birthday coming, I thought I'd chart some of the odder presents I've received in the last few years. I do have a correction though... that vibrating miffy is actually a vibrating Studio Ghibli critter. The Miffy does have a loop on her back for hanging up though and sits with the critter. I think both quality as odd...

I do like most of the gifties btw but it's just baffling to work out why or how they were picked for me. I *do* like shoes so in theory the shoe pressies make sense... in practice though a study pair of man size birkinstocks would be far more useful than a ceramic hollow yellow shoe. The former would also probably have a better designed contour than the latter. Worryingly....

The big question is less "why was I given this" than "who the hell makes this and why"?! That particularly applies to the ceramic shoe tealight holder. For all those times when you've really wanted to think about your shoes on fire. er...

Monday 18 August 2008

Cake Buffet


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This is my little interpretive piccie of the amazing cake array at Mimi and Tom's wedding this weekend in Konstanz, Germany. Not only were there immensely impressive puddings but also a really lovely blessing ceremony, some excellent speeches (I only wish I spoke German as the one getting all the belly laughs was pretty much impossible for me and Heather to fathom), a german ceilidh band and lots of catching up with Sarah & Dan and Janna.

On the way back I had my most surreal airport experience in Zurich airport. A giant shiny shopping centre with mammoth advertising hoardings and, er, the occasional plane, also has a little underground train connecting the gates. And it's an advert for Switzerland replete with barely audible tweetings and mountain wind noises that build as you flash past a psychadelic 20 screen alp-based experimental visual bombardment before hearing the squiffy cowbells and yodelling that only partly prepare you for a loud moo as you pull into your gate... Bonkers....

Sunday 3 August 2008

Fringe Phobic

Today I finally saw Anna's play "The Exquisite Corpse" and was really pleased that I really liked it and it prompted lots of discussion about what all of the four of us who saw it thought was going on - the concept is that 15 scenes, not necessarily at all related, are shown in a randomly selected order which changes their meaning, tone and connectivity. Not that I was expecting any less of course - the show's already received a 4 star review from Three Weeks and I think it's likely to do at least that well with other reviewers over the coming days.

Unfortunately, as happens every fringe at least once the combination of theatre and unusual levels of cabin fever (houseguests!) came to a (relatively benign) head in the sort of conversation that leaves me irate that anyone who does not live in Edinburgh thinks that a visit every August equates to a knowledge of what the city is like the rest of the year. I get into this vortex of frustration at least once a year whether with my houseguests or strangers around town who consider a regular visit to the festival to equal residencey.

I do reserve a special anger for the small subset of people who insist on over dramatic greetings in the streets as if the whole city is a little London-on-holiday theme park. If the red bellied fry up eaters on the Costa del Sol are a working class embaressment to Britain I would suggest that the Londoners air kissing and slumming it with baffling superiority in Edinburgh in August should be seen to exhibit just the same sort of tunnel visioned shame for anyone living in the South of London.

Obviously this frenzied sense that everyone owns a piece of my adopted home is one of the more predictable side effects of living in this city with a World famous festival. It can obviously be fabulous but there are lots of negative side effects ranging from virtually unusable buses (depending on the route), raided shelves at Tescos (leading to scenes resembling the bread lines in the old Soviet bloc), dubious tap water (several times in recent years the drinking water has been declared "safe" but closely resembled a sample from a grotty pond) to a perpetual and extreme sense of extreme claustrophobia (even outdoors - the meadows looks like a particularly unruly mass barbeque when the sun comes out). And that's before you even touch the weird appearence of poor quality but expensive food and drinks venues, the booking out of all your favourite (and usually drop in friendly) restaurants, 20 minute queues for bathrooms... And the excreble (and humourless) street artists.

I'm not saying I can't deal with my home's freaky flipside but every year it takes me most of the month to get used to it. At the same time I get, somewhat inconsistently, enraged that each year the festival seems to get less and less national coverage - which seems odd since there is no qualm about covering local music and arts events elsewhere especially when they are in or near London. Scotland rarely gets arts coverage at any time of year so it seems especially sad that the reporting seemingly peeked with the Perrier and stand up glory days of the mid nineties. At least online coverage is now starting to gain in respectibility - a pleasant change since my earliest EdinburghGuide days when internet journalists were only just starting to make a mark on the press offices. Although something about the festival must be appearing on BBC2 on Tuesday night's Culture Show as they were filming (and substantially delaying) last night's patchy but mostly funny and charming Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre show.

The problem really is just that I picked such a lovely and (normally) equisitely middle class and interesting but discreet place to call home. I'm very happy here all damn year so I think it's understandable that I get rather overprotective and hacked off by the fair weather friends that flock for the month of August and a few days at Hogmany. At least I get a super birthday pressie come September 1st... They all fuck off home and leave us to our happy all year round menu of culture, classiness, usable wifi and just the few handfuls of japanese tourists and hen nighters to deal with...

Monday 28 July 2008

Why haven't I been blogging?

Lately I keep logging into Blogger, half starting a post and giving up again. Not because I'm having technical troubles (strangely that always seems to drive me on - see the length of my MSc blog for evidence of that). It's not because I've also been doing work blogging on this account (for SUNCAT and UKSG) although that comes into it. I think mostly it's because I've become very blurry about all the lines marking out different areas of my life which means I have no idea what I should be blogging about.

Going back a good 5 years I was blogging about personal stuff with random little brain outpourings that very few people actually read and most of those were people I knew. The first blog I wrote wasn't even on a blogging service but was a sqonky little home HTMLed little pink webpage. And now? Now I'm on Blogger and if that's not the definition of search optimised for blogging I don't know what is. Not only that but when I update my blog it gets about a bit - it publishes to its own feeds, it's feeds into my webpage (also linked to Twitter, Flickr etc) it feeds into my Facebook profile, and by extension people read that I've made updates in their Facebook feeds, their feedreaders and some of them get an email. So I have readers. Not a massive fanbase of course but lots of people I know will know when I make an update and that's some social pressure.

Indeed I'd go further, it's not just that people I know well get updated about these posts since Facebook is super insidious (though generally wonderful) and so those people include all of my close family, most of my school friends, most of my uni friends, most of my work colleagues (past and present), lots of friends from belly dancing, family friends, people from my MSc course and the like. It's a big scattergun mix from young students and recent students through to older and senior post holders all round the place. And that makes me seriously wonder about posting anything super personal or super polictical or... well basically anything that I wouldn't shout in a crowded room of friends or employers. And that's a tad limiting psychologically.

It's a real conundrum and I'm still brewing on it in the same way I'm still getting used to having all my bookmarks on del.icio.us - do I really want friends and colleagues to know which bloggers I'm reading? Do they want to know? It may not be a problem when it's a library or tech thing I'm bookmarking but what about sex bloggers? Job ads? Political groups? On the one hand I've always felt very happy being open about everything but there is a big leap between taking the time to Google me vs having my every move thrust in your face when you log into Facebook or your email. And the option to disentangle everything would be to laugh in the face of Web 2.0 functionality... so...

What to do? And what to blog?

Friday 7 March 2008

Social Networking! It's the future

Thanks to Susan Mernit's excellent blog I found a good mini presentation on social networking, marketing and the future by Charlene Li. Enjoy! (ah, the magic of Slideshare)

Wednesday 20 February 2008

Fitness, Fury and Faghaggery

Fitter
So firstly I am feeling, despite drinking lemsip as I type, a whole heap better today after a day off work sleeping, sleeping, sleeping and calming myself with Diagnosis Murder and Shaun the Sheep... Therapeutic stuff indeed. Also today's episode of Torchwood thanks to the magic of iPlayer as my missus (who came home at lunchtime today to make tonight's dinner and put it in the fridge like a true star) is out tonight at a meeting. It was a good Torchwood though I feel I'm missing out now that I've head about their alternative reality game The Torchwood Mission that goes with it curtosy of the Guardian Tech Weekly Podcast. Darn. BTW I'm all about the Ianto & Jack lovin. Sorta liking Martha Jones from Doctor Who (is it turning into a kids only show these days btw?) turning up. And worried greatly for Owen. Although he has weird skin. But I digress.

So, health mostly recovered, I am finally feeling up to homework which is how I shall spend the rest of this evening and tomorrow evening as I badly need to catch up and since this fortnight's topic is web2.0 and hypertext I'm all geared up and interested now that my head doesn't feel like a high pressure hot air balloon!

Fury!
Can you believe the new xenophobic immigration proposals today? Heather and I are irate not only because we have a little invested in the whole immigration law thing but also because we're not foaming crazed xenophobes. And we know just how much net contribution most immigrants make into the tax system. Indeed far from the tabloid view that all immigrants are benefits malingerers almost all legal immigrants are not actually allowed "recourse to public funds" until they are citizens after at least 5 years of residency here. And that's assuming they want to become citizens otherwise they get less recourse despite continuing to pay into the public purse. Perhaps all native dwellers who only take and do not contribute to the tax and national insurance systems should also have to make special payments as a malingerers tax to match the immigrant's tax. Or maybe we are a civilised country with a welfare state that should not be thinking that way.

Anyway the whole thing leaves me wondering:

a) What the fuck constitutes Britishness? I'm sure I don't know. And I suspect I wouldn't qualify if you tested me.

b) If Labour just turned slightly right wing of the BNP.

c) Just how many bloody bankers the government think they want in the country: with medical staff from outside the EU now barred, income and testing barriers to immigrants; £700+ fees for applications for leave to remain and the most prohibitive work permit applications possible they pretty much restrict non EU incomers to being millionaires in form-evading industries (who will likely keep their money elsewhere - like the "non-doms" the government is leaving in charge of Northern Rock) or illegal immigrants. "Normal" folks need not apply. Unless they wish to mortgage their soul and trade in their personality for a "British" cliche, Terrifying.

Faghaggary
On a much much lighter note. Today's Savage Love Podcast ended on a pleading note with Dan Savage, following a particularly sad caller ringing about the trauma of being a faghag who's fag was no longer interested, begging fags everywhere to be nice to their faghags when they've outgrown them. I felt quite the pang of sympathy as, whilst never invested in one of those straight girl/gay guy faghag situations (which is a bit different as there's always that weird possibility that maybe, just maybe, there'll be a full long term relationship not that very loving, very intense, very non-sexual thing to take a relationship's place) but being a bi/gay gal faghag is not wholly different so I can speak from experience that the break up of said almost relationship is quite traumatic. Thankfully my fag has stayed my pal but for a while there things were weird. And hey, we still hold quite the tie to each other. Anyway if you need a serious dose of education on faghags see The Object of My Affection. Far far far better than the borderline homophobic and generally excreble "comedy" Will & Grace where, regardless of how they sold the show, the will they/won't they plot was core to the entire horrible thing. Although Karen and Jack were far more a faghaggy pair they were just a bit too open to anything to properly get the vibe across. Wow. I'd forgotten how pleased I was when that show got cancelled. Phew...

Anyway I should go away and do my homework thang. And my Oscar ballot thang. Oh and to be impressed at the amazing age that Edna Everedge's eternal bridesmaid Madge reached - she just died aged 100 which is not bad at all especially as she only retired aged 98!

Oh and finally... I was listening to Radio 4's new Museum of Curiosity but I can't say I'm totally taken with it. Bill Bailey doesn't seem to be used to his best though Brian Blessed was entertaining and did a fabulous Tarzan call. Sean Lock's revolutionary scarf knot also gave me pause for thought. Problem is it seems to be Genius. Minus the geniuses... hmm...

Saturday 16 February 2008

Back from London, loving iPlayer, struggling to think...

Last weekend was an awesome assault on London culture with visits to the V&A, Tate Modern, The British Museum - including the terracotta warriors, War Horse at the National Theatre (including a genuinely thrilling backstage tour and use of the brilliant £5 standing tickets) and less cultural meals at Abano Okanami-Yaki, Taz, Breads etc., meetings with Anna, Scott and Mimi, and shopping at Sh! and Borough market. It was fab.

But at the start of the weekend I had a bit of a cold and by monday (after a thursday on a sleeper, early mornings and busy days friday, saturday and sunday) I was fully coldified but not ill enough to not be at work. Subsequently this week has included much less MSc homework than it should have, some really weird eating (chocolate features highly for convenience and comfort), and lots of viewing of weird stuff on BBC iPlayer. I would recommend, for instance, Saville Row (about tailors on the eponimous street) and a nameless BBC Wales documentary series which last week covered Mike Young (of SuperTed fame, he's a bit unconvincing and creepy but I have the dubious honour of having been his neighbour and having swum in his bubble-covered pool when little) and this week covered a couple setting up a Christian sex shop. They meant well but having recently been in Sh! it was immediately obvious where they were making all their mistakes... Oh and I want to know why anal sex is un Christian but cock rings are fine, why porn is bad but kinky underwear is ok, and why S&M is no go but implausibly aweful "sexy" boardgames are groovy. Surely if there is a god/s s/he/they have a high kink factor or a really weird sense of humour...

I did go to a great BBC Mobile thing at work this week which gave me hope that the downsides of the lovely new iPlayer - slow streams for some shows, bad suggestions, horrible navigation - will get there eventually. Exciting stuff. I'd love to work to the BBC - if their geek arms ever relocated north I'll be applying endlessly!

Anyway I have overdosed on sugar and melancholy today so I need to go back to homework to try and achieve something useful this week...

Monday 14 January 2008

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