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Anyone interested in Exeter should look at Treacle_A's evocative b'n'w photos of the city in the mist a couple of mornings ago: Treacle-A - Tuesday, March 30th, 2004

I often put up stuff to show Exeter is more than its postcard picturesques and Law illustrates this in a different but true way. Any city is more than a simple photo can express. One of my siblings has spent the year so far sending me postcards of their particular part of Essex, in great detail (I have no idea what the postie makes of cards reading "another gravel pit" but many thanks to sibling, if reading, for a great idea). I like the idea that we could build a portrait of our city without ever recoursing to the postcard shot of the cathedral.

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Posted @ 2:01 am on Wednesday, March 31, 2004
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Spent this morning updating part of the website with a new photo collection:
On City Walls is going to be an open-ended archive of grafs and stencils spotted around the town. These will mostly have appeared in the grouch first, but I've put some ones I've not posted here on the page.

A quick google also threw up the site U-OBEY. This is often to be seen stencilled onto walls around town. My favourite, though I've yet to photograph it, is the "WE EAT YOU" ones above the Nat West cash points in the city centre.

I've also been debating switchng the "convert line breaks" setting in blogger to 'No' and actually coding the breaks on the blog. This ought to mean the foolish LJers get proper paras on the syndicated feed. It does, however, mean going through every single entry of the blog and coding it with 'p' and 'br' as appropriate. I love a good time-wasting idea as much as anyway - more than anyone possibly, as right now I should be either a) writing or b) sorting through bank paperwork but I did a new page of the website instead - but I don't think it's realistic right now. So you LJers will just have to click on the link to read the entries in their lovely formatted glory.

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Posted @ 2:38 pm on Saturday, March 27, 2004
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Matthew Sheahan on 'City Sidewalks, Cluttered Sidewalks' (via me, my life + infrastructure):

City residents who block sidewalks in this way must be shown no mercy. Say, "excuse me" of course, but if they don’t yield after two or three "excuse me" s, break through their ignorant ranks savagely.
Quite.

I was umming and ahhing about posting about it, but it is a pet grouch and since Heidi (mymei) and now Jon over at Rogue Semiotics have outed themselves as 'focussed' pedestrians (i.e. someone who knows exactly where they are walking to and mentally recites "will you bloody fools with backpacks get out of the way now" en route), I'm going to grouch about my pet peeve.

Actually, I have several. I would dearly love some signs that, as a pedestrian, I could hold up with great speed - rather like Wylie Coyote when he realises just what he has done to himself. My main one would be "use your indicators" for car-drivers who assume that us pedestrians can telepathically understand which way they are about to go at a Y-junction (especially ones where they can go either straight on or left from the same lane). Another would be "get a bell" for cyclists who ride on the pavement and then get huffy at pedestrians who don't hear them coming from behind.

However, the relevant grouch is about 'swerver pedestrians'. Any pavement rage type person will know this. If you are a fast walker, you tend to make routes through the slower moving morass: left past the OAP, then right pass the foreign students, then left again just before that gap between the students and the office worker closes. You're calculating speeds, trajectories, the lot. Forget catching a ball, this is serious mental maths at reflexively high speed. You pass the OAP, you're moving around the students. Already you are several yards ahead, planning the next bits, as you step into the gap between the---the office worker who has just swerved directly into the gap. Even more exasperating is the single swerver. You are going for a simple overtake manouvre on a fairly empty pavement. The overtakee is walking just a tiny bit slower than you. You go left, they swerve left. So you drop back and go right, except now they are going right. Walk in a straight line!!

That'll be my third Wylie Coyote sign, I think.

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Posted @ 1:59 pm on Friday, March 26, 2004
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I am breaking up with my bank. It's a 17 year relationship gone sour. Fun. So, instead, here are some quiz results! I'm planning to start saving them up for one big weekly splash of them on Fridays...

LSB! Nooo, not LSD, LS*B*!You are... Lock, Shock and Barrel! Your favorite pastime is causing mischief and mayhem, and you make sure no one tries to stop you. Other people keep their distance, but that's alright with you. All you need is your best friend/partner in crime (or two!) What you really want is to be feared and respected, but for some reason people find you oddly endearing... maybe it's because despite your bad-kid appearance, in a real crisis you'll do the right thing.

Which Nightmare Before Christmas character are you?
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Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You?
quiz.




Oak
OAK

You are boisterous and affectionate. You are the kind of tree that takes nothing sitting down, and is always ready for an adventure. You like to see everything that goes on around you. You like the warm weather, but you flourish when the nights tend to grow slightly colder. You are someone who likes to extend your days into the night hours because you never want to leave anything unfinished. You love an audience when you do things and you like to show off sometimes, but others admire your attitude. You fear past mistakes coming back to haunt you, but try to live day by day. You admire the strength of others and try to find the same in yourself. When you leave this word, you want to make an impression so that you'll never be forgotten.

What's Your Inner Tree?

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At the start of February, I suggested the year seems to be resolving itself into ideas about memory and the web. luvly talks with Lion Kimbro on wiki, notebooks, and the public web:

"I started to understand sections of the Tao Te Ching, things like that. It's actually very mechanical. It reads as if it's some mystic woo-foo; But then when you see the patterns in it matching the patterns you are seeing now, it appears very mechanical, very straight-forward."
This interests me as the practise of tai-chi is, in some ways about creating a mechanical memory - what I call the muscle memory - of the form. Once your muscles know the form, you become free to think about the patterns instead of the physical actions. Like others in my class, I have moments when I will be jolted out of practise and find myself utterly unable to remember where I am in the form. It does look and sound like "mystic woo-foo" but the physical patterns allows the mind to seek out other patterns and in turn intergrate them.
I'm astonished by all the notekeeping programs that think you should categorize notes into one bin or another bin. "No!" Multiple-categorization. If you have a computer, you're not constrained to the physical filing system, where a paper can be in only one place at a time. You can store one piece of paper in 20 places, then.
This comes back to my half-formed idea that blogging is a form of memory map: a single point (one webpage) can be accessed via multiple paths (links) just as a single memory can be triggered by many different stimuli in the brain.

Maybe I'd better get back to my writing...

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Posted @ 12:26 am on Wednesday, March 24, 2004
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Oh sure, blogged gets Slyvia Plath, I get the bard.

William Shakespeare
You are William Shakespeare! The bard himself is known for his brilliant dramas and comedies, although his true identity remains a matter of contention. Shakespeare is a master of evoking timeless mysteries and is seen as the epitome of elizabethan style (at least by modern audiences).

Which famous poet are you? (pictures and many outcomes)
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What does this say about me? That I think the line "There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow." is very good, I suspect, and that no amount of kooky hat wearing will hide it. That'll teach me not to pick the angsty gloomy quotes.

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Posted @ 10:04 am on Tuesday, March 23, 2004
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Do not be alarmed by anything you may see around you.

I appear to be cruising at Probability Factor 3:1 and rising. This post is a test to see if the RSS feed I've set up really does auto-update or if I have to remember to click on some buttons...

Updated on 22nd March: the RSS feed is now behaving itself, thanks to the lovely piece of code created by Ben at the locust whose instant rss code does exactly what it says on the tin. LJ should redirect my syndication to the new feed in the next few days so LJers can stay safely within their walls.

Click here to view the LJ feed, then click on 'Add to Friends'.

Also, good news from Spain. No one in our Madrid office was hurt in the bomb explosions. Very relieved.

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Posted @ 10:20 am on Monday, March 22, 2004
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The problem with writing historical science fiction, apart from the desire to be both historically accurate and also throw in some monsters, is that history has a habit of laying traps for fiction writers.

Back when I was writing History 101, my research turned up a hiccup. I was asking my parents about it, they having been children in the 1930s. "Oh, yes," says my father, "your great-cousin fought in Madrid". Luckily, I was basing my story in Barcelona and Guernica so didn't have to wonder whether to sneak my great-cousin in.

One of the first things I encountered, when researching the Boxer Rebellion was...
Capt Lewis Stratford Tollemache Halliday, who received a Victoria Cross for his actions. I particularly like his order to his men, having been shot in the shoulder and lung, to "carry on and not mind me" before wallking back unaided to the makeshift hospital. It's rather like my favourite alleged stiff-upper-lipped exchange from the Napoleonic wars in which a commander was hit: "sir, your leg's been shot off", "by gad, so it has." Anyway, Captain Halliday is not one of 'our' Hallidays although I'm sure if we go back far enough there's a connection. Apart from the fact my grandfather used to get telephone calls for him. So I'm currently wondering how and if to put him in Warring States...

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Posted @ 2:14 pm on Sunday, March 21, 2004
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Woke up with a hangover to discover that, whilst I was sleeping, my phone was full of txts informing me that Christopher Eccleston is the new Doctor Who. Woo!

Now I need to go back under the duvet and sleep off the cosmopolitans.

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Posted @ 1:15 pm on Saturday, March 20, 2004
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Jonathan Carroll is one of those writers you find almost by accident, then proceed to evangelise about. I think the first of his novels I read was The Land of Laughs and I suspect someone recommended it to me, but I can't recall who. It's the usual what lies beneath an idyll sort of magic realist work and it delighted me in part because it's about how fiction works on the imagination, how it changes your own reality.

My current "carry about to read when having a break / on a train" book is Carroll's After Silence, which I found for sale at MicroCon. This is set in LA, and has a delightful whiff of Chandler to the prose. I suspect I shall be working through the rest of his work when I get the chance.

I also picked up two more Philip K Dick novels at MicroCon, another writer who likes undercutting his characters' realities and thus making the reader conscious of the level of construction going into our own concept of it. I am 90% positive I have read the majority of Dick's work. Last year I had that terrible moment when you realise you have read a book before (it was Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said - a title you'd think I would be able to remember having read) but I think these two are new.

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Posted @ 10:11 am on Thursday, March 18, 2004
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I suspect a lot of my friends, on hearing that a Lord of the Rings musical is being planned will think of Once More With Hobbits the online filk of the Buffy musical using events of the LotR. Any Buffy fan respects a filk that can produce:

GIMLI: Am I crazy?
LEGOLAS: Am I selfish?
GIMLI: Am I dating someone elvish?

No, my first thought was of another ridiculously long ring cycle, Der Ring des Nibelungen (is LotR a homage to Wagner?) and that immediately led me to the far shorter and funnier What's Opera, Doc?. One of Chuck Jones' finest shorts, and the first animation ever to be inducted into the American National Film Registry for being "among the most culturally, historically or aesthetically significant films of our time". So I have spent the entire afternoon quietly singing "Kill the hobbit! Kill the hobbit! kill the hobbit!" (wav of original here).

(news via the Big Smoker)

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Posted @ 7:16 pm on Tuesday, March 16, 2004
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How come you never get the earlier, funnier Woody Allen movies on TV anymore?

I just plucked out my tape of Jane Eyre* and rewound past the start of the film, instead catching the end of Play It Again Sam, Allen's homage to Casablanca. It's not my favourite Allen cineste films, that has to go to Purple Rose of Cairo, but it is one of those great films which assumes a cine-literate audience. You're expected to read Play It Again Sam as the farce to Casablanca's tragedy. So either I'm not reading listings properly any more, or these lesser films - these films that allow you to learn about cinema history - don't appear on terrestrial channels any more.

a love story every woman would die a thousand deaths to live, apparently. i'm just trying to work out if that is some kind of coy 1940s 'petit mort' reference or not.
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*1944 version, directed by Robert Stevenson and starring Orson Welles as the perfect Rochester. And a young Elizabeth Taylor as Helen, the orphan who dies early on. A film which provoked both my mother and I to mutter about how rubbish Joan Fountaine, who played Jane, was. She seemed to specialise in passive blonde girls who don't so much triumph over adversity as let it trample all over them and win the day simply by long suffering smiling (see also Rebecca). At least my mother thought all this in 1944 in a cinema whilst all I got to be was a 1980s superior quasi-feminist about it. I'm watching the film now - it opens with a shot of a leather bound book, which made me think of Law's post this morning. I really should stop before I go off into a long ramble about Jane Eyre...that Dr Rivers looks a bit sus nowadays doesn't he? Like he's grooming young Jane...

I've just discovered Joan Fontaine is still alive...

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Posted @ 12:39 am on Sunday, March 14, 2004
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I should have stayed under the duvet.

I'm still waiting to hear from people whose offices are very close to Atocha station in Madrid. I emailed them on Thursday afternoon but have yet to hear back. Since I am not back in the office until Tuesday, I shall have to hope the silence is not bad news. There's little point phoning since if they are too busy to answer an email they don't need unnecessary phone calls.

I've been working on the Warring States prologue and the cover spec for it. Feeling good at sending the latter off a week early, I decided to check my bank balance. Nasty shock. The bank and my electricity supplier have conspired to make me a pauper until payday. Being unable to settle back into a WS groove after that (despite a swift raid on my saving to see me through), I resorted to the well known time wasting activity of writing something you're not going to be paid for. Therefore I present silt, my first attempt at an entry for the 300 words project. The restrictions placed around the work (<300 words, about somewhere specific, don't start with the weather) make it into a writing exercise perfect for resettling the mind, if not the bank balance. I'll only be listing any future entries in the fads, as they are exercises rather than heart breaking works of staggering genius.

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Posted @ 9:11 pm on Saturday, March 13, 2004
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The Low-Fidelity All-Star: he was born with the cool, and it's totally natural.  He runs the gamut from Hipster Supreme (only they can ingest as much coffee as he) to the geeky hipster
What Kind of Hipster Are You?
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I am not feeling like any kind of hipster. I finally reached overload last night and ran out of my tai-chi class at the mere suggestion of doing partner work. I don't normally object to it, but I've been feeling I've lost myself in all the recent socialising. I did some maths: out of the last 24 days, I've had precisely 1 where I've not had to interact with anything more than the woman who sells me the Guardian in the corner shop. I like having entire weekends where all I do is say "thank you" to her. I'm quirkyalone. I'm Emily the Lost. I'm a loner, baby, so why don't you all just leave me in peace?as Beck didn't sing. And the idea of doing chi work that involved connecting with others was just too horrific. I was definitely in need of my own space.

Phoned in sick this morning and spent the entire time under the duvet. Back in work now, but still longing for stillness. I was planning a long weekend on my own, then foolishly suggested going to Trash City at the Cavern on the Saturday. That's OK, I thought, the rest of the time is my own. Except now I have an appointment in London on Monday at 10am so have to travel up on Sunday and stay with Tina-friend. So no chance for alone time. Going to blow out the Cavern so at least I get all of Saturday in silence. The attic is all set up for work again, with tea, coffee, sweetners, the old kettle etc, and I'm working on the Prologue of Warring States, so hopefully I'll just grab the Guardian on Saturday morning and spent the rest of the day up there.

Oh! It's snowing again!

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Posted @ 4:22 pm on Thursday, March 11, 2004
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Back from the Microcon. No photos.

Saturday went well. I had offered to do a talk on fanfiction, since when I was deciding on a topic, Warring States had yet to be confirmed. In a fit of enthusiasm, I offered to take the 10am slot, the hope being that most people would be too hung over from the Friday night in the pub to show for the first talk (I was unable to resist the "Watt's on second" reply whenever someone asked me "Who's on first?" on the Friday). I was sadly mistaken and had a full room. I think I got through it OK, and will type up my notes into an essay some time this month.

I was followed by Paul Cornell, who raised some interesting ideas about the difference between cult and mainstream audiences. He can't talk about his work on the new Doctor Who yet, which is both frustrating and oddly enjoyable. It's slightly surreal that the tv series of DW, which as an 11 year old fan I could only know about via DWM, is now in control of people I'll have a pint with.

There followed a panel on civil war, which I think managed five minutes on the use of civil war in SF before veering off into political comments. I must turn the zombie king idea into a short story at some stage. Richard Freeman gave his annual talk on cryptozoology, with a wonderful narration of his trip to Sumatra where there are, indeed, giant rats. And some more interesting beasties. The report is also written up in the current Fortean Times, but getting to hear an imitation of the cry of the orang-pendek is mildly alarming.

Then a panel on magic and the supernatural in genre fiction. This turned out to be a recurring theme, with the question being raised why there's a shift towards fantasy/magic at the moment. Gwyneth Jones suggested that it might be the failure of the Enlightenment experiment which has led to a newfound belief in the paranormal. Science is no longer the trusted innocent thing we can put our belief into, so why not go for beasties and ghosties instead? There was also some discussion of how magic in fantasy novels has to come with rules, as a means of restricting the power of the protagonist.

Ben Jeapes then read extracts from his new novel, New World Order, which is an alt-reality set during the English Civil Wars. He can turn in stunningly evocative sentence and it's on my to buy list now. The day finished with a panel quiz, loosely based on I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue and about which I refuse to talk. Paul Cornell and I won, partially through our knowledge of Mornington Crescent, and I now think Paul Merton should be paid a lot for what he does so effortlessly on 'Just a Minute' etc. The evening was spent in pubs with the discussion veering all over the place, from my own interest in routes to knowledge to ideas about what, precisely, the Medusa myth is trying to suggest about the power of women.

Sunday began with the annual writer's group, run by Fay Sampson and Mark Leyland. I managed, yet again, to be late. I always seemed to get turned about on the University's campus, this year managing to get extra confused by the police hanging about the Great Hall. After some rather odd "vegetation sausages" and chips (in a basket) there was an afternoon of talks. Gwenyth Jones returned to the theme of story tellings and retellings, looking at why she is moving towards fantasy after writing SF.

She was followed by Nick Walters on the return of DW, then the Doctor Who panel. Walking home in the evening, I realised that at the DW panel in 2003, we had all spoken of if the show were to return in what amounted to a ritual way. This year we were talking about when as an absolute. Next year, it'll be on air. This is very very strange.

Mark Leyland did a fascinating talk on the origins of the modern fantasy novel, looking at William Morris' The Well at the World's End (etext | download) as the main influence on Tolkien, and wondering how different fantasy writing might be if Morris rather than JRR were the main influence on the genre. Hopefully this talk will see light as an essay at some point in the future (as I suspect will Gwyneth Jones').

Fay Sampson finished the main talks of the day off with a another piece looking at fantasy, and at the evolving depiction of the absolute Good in children's literature. This tied up with Mark's comments on Morris, since her first examples came from the contemporary Kingsley's The Water Babies, and ran through to Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials.

After the charity auction, and with the majority of guests having headed for trains, Richard Freeman (possibly the hardest working guest at the con) and John Hadlow ran through their top ten TV SF/F shows. Number one was rather obvious (and revealed John had been up in Liverpool the day before) but the best clip had to be from Children of the Stones, one of those odd 70s earth power stories involving chanting, bizarre music and stone circles.

As a final coda for the weekend, which ended up with a running theme about story-telling as oral tradition, I went to see Big Fish last night at the Picture House. A decent film spoilt by the need to spell things out at the end and by some oddly bland music by Danny Elfman.

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Posted @ 12:10 am on Wednesday, March 10, 2004
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I've got a long post in progress about the Microcon I attended at the weekend (hello Paul) but I've been too busy. Went to see Big Fish last night, which managed to tie quite well with stuff that emerged at Microcon but was so sleepy after missing my weekend lie-ins that I went straight to bed.

Yesterday lunchtime, I fully intended to kick off some prose work on Warring States but realised my brain was too flighty to manage it. So I read some crap freebie music mags instead. And discovered there is a guitar band called the boxer rebellion. And History 101 had the Durutti Column. I'm clearly doomed to always look like I'm refering to slightly obscure guitar bands when I'm not.

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Posted @ 9:37 am on Tuesday, March 09, 2004
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Went to the Cavern last night, for a Flying Post party (for photos of the Cavern at other times, try here or here). Met two great women and I've realised I'm going to have to get contact cards made up as, since my last re-socialisation phase, I seem to have moved into the age bracket in which cards are swapped.

Had a momentary panic this morning when I couldn't find my notebook. Given it contains, not only said contacts, but also my current work on Warring States I was unsurprisingly concerned. Back when I was about 17, I had most of a novel in a single notebook which was then lost and I was never able to recover it (the book or the work). In retrospect this was a good thing, as no-one should have had to suffer an early sub-McCaffrey attempt by me and it also ingrained a habit of double-checking my notebook's whereabouts before leaving anywhere. Turned out last night I'd stuffed the current one in my cardigan pocket instead of my jacket.

This week is the start of Exeter's Fairtrade fortnight. anyone who does live in Exeter and is a caffeine or chocolate addict, should buy their coffee from Expresso Mondo on Bedford Street rather than paying an extra 15p a cup for fairtrade at Costa. There's no end of reasons for using Expresso Mondo: it's a local independent shop; all coffee, tea and hot chocolate is fairtrade; it's cheaper than the high street franchises; you can get fairtrade coffee beans roasted and ground there; the guy who runs it knows how to make a good latte; it sells handmade local cakes, German gingerbread, Dutch licquorice, and imported American chocolate (mmmmmm...Hershey bars).

(I keep meaning to post a list of all the local shops I use in preference to supermarkets, as part of the whole buy local movement, so this is a start)

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Posted @ 1:12 pm on Tuesday, March 02, 2004
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