Monthly Archives: January 2011

torn again

Ian Curtis has got a lot of press over recent years, movies and documentaries and books and the whole box and dice of art school martyr poses. It still seems a little strange that all that wallowing is now celebrated … Continue reading

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just a taste of seared righteousness

Some days I long for militancy. I build a little hope in my heart that somewhere, somehow there is a little band of true believers diligently preparing the footfalls of history. I see little glimpses here and there. Occasionally I … Continue reading

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Favourite Things II

And the thing is that once you start cruising the web looking for cartoons there are millions of them out there. My personal favourite is Perspicuity, I liked the cartoons so much my Christmas Cards all featured this wonderful bit … Continue reading

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I leaned on the wall, the wall leaned away

You will have noticed, kind reader, that ambivalence (and the need to manage ambivalence lest it be contrived as a lack of commitment), is on my mind a lot at the moment. Ambivalence, as a tone, has been in quiet attendance … Continue reading

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lives of unstated ambivalence

It was Thoreau who wrote that men lead lives of quiet desperation; this was after he hiked a dozen or so miles up river from Emerson’s home town of Concord, Massachusetts to build a little cabin in the woods and … Continue reading

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Favourite Things I

Some time ago I was sent a cartoon, lifted from a website, and ever since I have found myself going back and regular intervals to check them out. I must admit that I have never really fussed much about cartoons … Continue reading

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The Anti-Social Network

There is a general feeling about the place that if you aren’t on Facebook you aren’t really engaging with the world. You aren’t really there, you are just a corporeal shadow of your possible Facebook self, possibly just a single … Continue reading

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