Warm
RadioGuy
G’Morning
Up all night. Solving computer problems/creating new ones; much watching-of-progress-bars. Using excess brainjuice to ponder:
- The text adventure game as an ideal medium for abstract art
- What if the text were augmented with Lynchian video footage?
- Resurrect ‘interactive movies’ from the scrapheap of 1993; update for the twenty-first century; make it Not Suck
Also,
G’day.
Your Smile’s Not The Same / Anymore
From the 2004 album Likes.... This track builds ever so slowly — by the time the groove has revealed itself you've been surrounded by it; enveloped and mesmerized with its haunting vocal repetition.
I could live inside that groove all day.
From Unpromising Beginnings
If you walk around with the idea that there are some people who are so gifted – they have these wonderful things in their head but you're not one of them, you're just a normal sort of person, you could never do anything like that – then you live a different kind of life. You could have another kind of life, where you say, well, I know that things come from nothing very much and start from unpromising beginnings. And I'm an unpromising beginning, and I could start something.
Brian Eno
via Geeta Dayal, via Matt Jones, via Warren Ellis
Vector
Technology is a transmission vector through time. Humanity is carried upon it, from fire-building past to atomic-powered present to unforeseeable future. A spreading infection in the chronology of the universe.
Autumn
I'm a few seasons off the mark here, but I've been going through my archive of unprocessed digital negatives and found some nice shots of Stewart Park taken back in autumn 2008.
Hamlet For Coders
Original
Say What Now?!
Letters
I have been saving
all the silent letters
from the words I speak
like “aught”
and “pseudonym”
Someday
when my life’s work is done
I will go to the top shelf and
retrieve the box
in which they are stored
and open it
and pronounce them
all at once
Original
Archives
Older posts have been filed away in the archives, where they sit forlorn, collecting dust and generally withering away.
They are not at all happy about this state of affairs.