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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who has the biggest hack?

DrSternlove insists that I’ve not quite got it right on the Assange-WikiLeaks brouhaha. She argues, with customary vigour, that the real backdown on the part of the old school hacker elite (that would be the wunderkinds of the late eighties … Continue reading

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shining the light

DrSternlove and I went to the Enmore Theatre on Saturday to see The National do their thing, and it was absolutely the best thing. They were everything I’d expected and much more. One day I will write a more thoughtful … Continue reading

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Naming Rights

LadyRusty objects to her nomenclature on Rustichello’s Folly but it is tricky to give someone a name. You can get it wrong in so many ways, suggesting entirely the wrong thing even when it kind of fits. She objects to … Continue reading

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