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Diarytime to turn off our christmas present to the street: white lights strung through the tree you can see from the moment you turn the corner. i love lights like this, clear white festoon lights at christmas are so elegant and beautiful.
time to turn off our christmas present to the street: white lights strung through the tree you can see from the moment you turn the corner. i love lights like this, clear white festoon lights at christmas are so elegant and beautiful.
while home for christmas, there was a minor clear out of ancient computer books. amused me to find the ‘using advanced graphics’ bookmarked. a little foreshadowing, perhaps?
my street is on a run of summer street parties, and against the form of 2013 the weather came out for it. a long table, lots of cake, locals doing a turn… lots to love.
having to drag myself away from the sun and fun to go back into the dark, sealed-off black box theatre i’m rigging for a phd experiment was far from what i wanted to do. gah!
after the summer-time street party, a mid-winter gathering at the edible bus stop. again, i’m rather wowed - and warmed and woozy with mulled wine and special soup from the bus stop’s last harvest.
my street barricaded itself off this morning and had a party. which is to say, some people got on the community tip, got something started, and something much bigger than that happened. i’m rather wowed.
first christmas in years to be enjoyed purely as such: no work, deadline, flight, something hanging over it. and doubly refreshing to be back in childhood christmas welsh valley covered in snow. ever an irony though: actually slightly less deep than in london, if better preserved. no toboggan, then.
note to self: nomatter how early you start a project to make january engagement to christmas time wedding time cards, it will still be hit or miss whether they’re ready before christmas. final score: wedding date unconfirmed itself largely rendering the whole thing moot. grrr.
diary | 22 dec 2010 | tagged: errata of life · cutter
which all adds up to being able to design and tweak in-situ, on-site. useful when curved surfaces are involved, and most welcome when on-site is in sardinia.
diary | 16 sep 2010 | tagged: errata of life · cutter
turned out, it wasn’t so far off the price of getting a vinyl sticker cut as buying the just-on-the-market hobbyist cutter machine itself. having the means of production: so much better. having the means of production so compact, you can fit it with the laptop as hand luggage? crazy times. especially when in the security queue at the airport you realise its basically a knife blade surrounded by electronics… not that they did, thankfully.
diary | 16 sep 2010 | tagged: errata of life · cutter
this is the view out the back of cardiff central station. in its own way, you couldn’t better it. the beer’s good too.
to cardiff for a day of meetings. intrigued by the architecture of the senedd when it opened and having an open return, ducked off from the station for an explore. the senedd is really quite a building - not so big or imposing, but amazing that you really can go in and watch the business of the assembly happen around you. and hearing a debate about broadband in rural areas unfold with members switching between welsh and english does drive the point home somewhat. although i suspect it would fall apart without the UN-style translators and earpieces.
the waterfront development as a whole doesn’t hang together so well, but this facade of the millenium centre is great, and i can imagine how impressive it must look lit from a bustling inside after dark. also good for funfair-mirror-esque self portraits.
after the out-and-out of glastonbury, balance through a quiet weekend of simple pleasures. making stuff, using your hands, thinking-through-doing; strawberries and cream. aaah.
as a child in bristol, the ss great britain was one of the things that defined the place. going back there with a young’un, a generation’s worth of restoration has transformed it. most spectacularly, it looks like it is floating in its dock but the steel hull is actually sealed in with a glass ceilling just a few inches below the waterline: gives a magic atmosphere down there.
somewhat randomly, i got to go up a london skyscraper and found myself in the 30th floor boardroom. still novel, being that high: london isn’t really built this way, and with ira bombs up went the chance enter them as the public long ago. even weirder: there was still two fifths of the building above.
off to butlins for a weekend of music, clubbing and being a punter. i was charmed by this mixing mp3 player (just writing ‘mp3 player’ feels weird) student-times housemate robin had. in an age of the everything-in-the-one-device-in-your-pocket iphone et al, this seemed a spot-on outlier, not to mention just right for our weekend.
oh the juxtaposition. thanks to ebay, i now have a typewriter that despite sharing the QWERTYIOUP really couldn’t be more different from the computer on my desk: while its not the 1895 of the listing, the heft and mechanics still boggle, with that victorian feeling of cast iron and oddly shaped gears still there in 1921.
as part of the opencity event, novak created the ‘uk game boy youth ensemble’ and out a workshop and got them to perform. in a library. with a PA. that more than broke the silence. this was a great moment, and the view i had from the balcony the photobank room was on made me happy for so many reasons:
