Stoned.
That is all.
Vitalic - Poney Part 1
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Monday, 26 January 2009
Happiness
My new job is amazing, I have almost zero supervision, I'm getting paid more than I thought I would be and right now I'm wearing a zombie t-shirt.
Things are pretty good just now.
Also, I'm getting so ridiculously excited about someone's birthday that I already have preliminary sketches of the cake I'm going to make them.
His birthday is in August.
Things are pretty good just now.
Also, I'm getting so ridiculously excited about someone's birthday that I already have preliminary sketches of the cake I'm going to make them.
His birthday is in August.
Monday, 19 January 2009
Responsibility I should not have
So I'm sure that my professors (Former? Future? Who knows what I'll end up doing) will be totally thrilled when they hear that I, who have dropped out of Gaelic at uni and had my application to single honours rejected because my grades weren't up to scratch, am now almost solely responsible for building a hugely hyped and important Gaelic education database that the education minister is going on about constantly and has just promised will be ready for 2010. I am also sure that the head of department will be thrilled to know that I am working with the folk responsible for the Gaelic Orthographic Convention, those bastards who robbed him of the acute accent.*
I've spent my whole day thinking that I am definitely going to make a tiny little spelling error that will fuck the Gaelic education of a whole generation of Scottish children. My wee copy of the Gaelic Orthographic Convention has become my best friend.
"Did I copy and paste that right? How are my accents? Oh my god, is that a broad vowel next to a slender vowel?!"
Time for tunage.
Put a Curse On You by Quasimoto
*I do see his point and agree that there are sound phonetic reasons for having the acute, but he gets unbelievably angry about it, and from talking to the new Gaelic students every year I've ascertained that his GOC rant has changed from something he breaks out for his second year phonetics students to being something the absolute beginners hear the first time he takes them for a class, before they even know how to count to twenty. I love my professor.
I've spent my whole day thinking that I am definitely going to make a tiny little spelling error that will fuck the Gaelic education of a whole generation of Scottish children. My wee copy of the Gaelic Orthographic Convention has become my best friend.
"Did I copy and paste that right? How are my accents? Oh my god, is that a broad vowel next to a slender vowel?!"
Time for tunage.
Put a Curse On You by Quasimoto
*I do see his point and agree that there are sound phonetic reasons for having the acute, but he gets unbelievably angry about it, and from talking to the new Gaelic students every year I've ascertained that his GOC rant has changed from something he breaks out for his second year phonetics students to being something the absolute beginners hear the first time he takes them for a class, before they even know how to count to twenty. I love my professor.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Everything's coming up Squeak!
Turns out I wont have to lie to my flatmates at all now! Just got myself a nice wee temporary full time job, which will end about the time when I'll (hopefully) be returning to the obviously cushy life of the public sector call centre.
*does a jig*
This calls for a tune that I heard in my dream the other night, where I was a Space Rollercoaster test pilot. They strapped me in to something that looked like a highly polished mining cart, and sent me at high speeds through what looked like shiny metallic and yet dark and starry ventilation shafts. The shafts had rooms branching off from them, and the scientists wanted me to spit in each room, so that they could analyse my spit and extract ideas for art, books, graffiti and tunes from it. And all the while, this tune was playing away...
Underwater by Harry Thumann
*does a jig*
This calls for a tune that I heard in my dream the other night, where I was a Space Rollercoaster test pilot. They strapped me in to something that looked like a highly polished mining cart, and sent me at high speeds through what looked like shiny metallic and yet dark and starry ventilation shafts. The shafts had rooms branching off from them, and the scientists wanted me to spit in each room, so that they could analyse my spit and extract ideas for art, books, graffiti and tunes from it. And all the while, this tune was playing away...
Underwater by Harry Thumann
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
What this has to do with Bigfoot, I'm not sure
However, what I do know is that this is a genius tune. Drugs make the video make a weird amount of sense.
Booky book
This book is absolutely genius, and I'm endorsing it without the usual patronising qualifiers that you can see in that Amazon review. "Come on lads, give them a chance!" indeed. In my opinion, you can always judge the quality of an art book by how inferior it makes you feel, and this book makes me feel like my attempts at graffiti might as well have been done by a parrot fish on dry land with an oil dipped stick shoved in its mouth.More importantly, if you're wanting to get into graffiti, the short wee interviews with the writers (and some street artists as well) at least helped put me at ease and realise that everybody has a starting point. The book touches on feminism every now and again, and in the interviews you get a really wide range of experiences of what it's like to be a woman writing. The array of styles is dizzying, and there's some absolutely beautiful four page foldouts in the book that had me salivating.
There's so much good shit in this book it's ridiculous, but a few of my favourites are Blue, Chez, Casie, Mad C, Dune, EMA, Poise, Queen Andrea, Reminisce, Toofly and Tribe.
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