So I've been experiencing several technical hardware issues at my end. Just tired old machines that need something of a rest.
This means that I'm in the market for some new stuff.
I'm thinking of the iMac/air 1/2 combo, but I'm several thousand short. What does everyone else think?
I have already begun work on the project for 2k8, and it promises to be more of a whimper than a bang... which is slightly depressing. Still onwards!
I've been doing a lot of surfing recently. This return to an old sport (or, at least, one I used to indulge in) has prompted some massive rethinking on my part on life, the universe and everything. Suddenly the weather outside has meaning; this has never happened before.
Actually you know what? Fuck this shit. Fuck this blog, and fuck you.
Happy things.
Look for redesigns and all that shite soon. Maybe even today.
I can't pretend to be anti-APEC. This little conference of world leaders has caused a descent in productivity normally only associated with Easter and Christmas. That holiday feeling is even in the air. Most of us are is casual clothes (apparently so we don't get beaten by the children who are skipping school to protest, a group of whom I just saw. They are very young and blank eyed. No school will do that to you).
It was, however, with some trepidation that I noticed the storm clouds gather last night. The sky turned dark, and it rained on me. An ill omen following the week of good weather that was. Bush arrived last night, and even the most creatively-crippled managed to draw the parallels together.
I'm going back to my coffee now.
So I was going to write about my cultural couple of weeks, but then I realised that this place is effecting me strangely, if I consider these things to be *ahem* culture. You can all insert some jokes about heat and yoghurt of something like that here. I'm going to just sigh and walk off into the sunset.
When we see the fucking sun.
Index of "culture" for the last two weeks.
Treasures
JB Play
HPV
Men at Arms
I have a very old friend that I have not seen for years. Dan, apparently, directs a lot of plays now, which is weird because I was sure he'd do something or other with computers, but there you go. You can't have everything.
He is part of, or has formed (we really have not seen each other for a while), the archancellors men. They put on the magnificent Men at Arms, and it was good.
Um. Men at Arms. That is the site.
Some of the actors are not quite as good as some of the others, but that's what you get. Some are amazing (Cuddy, the Patrician) and some costumes are great (Death). I wish I could have put in a suggestion or two. Geekery would have enabled me to put a Vader voice synth in that Death Mask, and I have the greatest idea for a troll costume EVER…
But yeah. It was great.
My brother is good. Really, he is. I'm his older brother, so it's my job to take the piss and all that, and so this is rather hard to say.
He is, however, almost always in the most terrible plays.
As this play was rather... "differently able", I'm not going to name it. Mostly I'm not naming it because I can see that it wanted to be a good play. Really I can... it's just that most of the other people are... shit.
I'm sorry but there it is.
Anyway, now I've seen this play I know more about the human condition, and blah blah blah.
My brother has a funny face.
We went to see The Arts of Islam this evening. For myself it was a great attempt to convince myself that there is still some sort of love of art galleries in me, deep down somewhere, and for Mil it was a genuine interest in the subject matter. I'm still marvelling at the vague suspicion/fear that the media has indoctrinated me with the knowledge that I'll be put on a register somewhere for using the word "Islam". This is what we've come to. *Sigh*.
However this exhibition was interesting for (what I feel) is all the wrong reasons; the subject matter evoked neither a like nor dislike aesthetically within me, but I found the intertwining of religions (there is a piece that shows budda gaining enlightenment in a grove, apparently considered the first landscape ever) interesting. It reminds me that I always intended to become vaguely informed about Islam as a whole, rather than just impressed upon.
One day.
Anyway, go see it. If only to see the gallery. Reminiscent of a tiny London Museum, for some reason… although it's supposed to be an art gallery, so I'm certainly yet to be convinced this is a good thing.
Playing around with server image thumbnail STUFF.
If you can see this, and a picture, then it WORKS!
So it turns out that being 26 is a lot like being 25, only not quiet as easy to divide by 5.
Who knew?
Well, asides from all of those people currently 26, or who have been 26 and waved that bitch goodbye a while ago. Then those people might have forgotten, and who know that? Certainly not them.
Shh.
I'm 26 tomorrow and still making terrible mistakes! Huzzah!
