I must get this in before the clock strikes midnight.
Below is a picture story of my day without details. If
you want details, here are details:
After Waterloo I went to the natural food store in Camden Town to buy
some natural food and on the way it started to drizzle so I opened my
umbrella and the sleeve, what do you call that condom thing which protects
the umbrella and which always gets lost? Anyway it fell and a kind man
picked it up and when I turned round to take it I slipped on the wet
pavement and went crashing down and had to be pulled upright and then
I went limping onwards to the natural store and took my time buying expensive
organic shampoo and some food as well but as I was leaving the shop the
drizzle became a serious downpour with thunder and I had to wait inside
for the sky to calm down but it didn't so I braved the storm cradling
my bag in which my beloved camera was cowering in fear and the rain was
pelting down mercilessly so I had to take shelter again in a noisy pub
where I spent a while studying the names of cocktails like sex on the
beach blow job Ferrari etcetera but the rain didn't let up so once again
I made a limp for it and got to my bus stop in front of Marks and Spencer
where wet people crowded the entrance and when finally my bus arrived
I had to cross a river of dirty water and rain was dripping off my jeans
but I kept the little camera safe and dry and when I got home the rain
stopped and pink blossoms carpeted the ground and I went in and put on
dry clothes and made a grog with Calvados and hot water and lumps of
sugar held in the mouth to drink thorough and then I sat down here to
write this blog for you all who have so sweetly wished me a happy blogday.
REALIZE TODAY IS MY BLOG'S FIRST BIRTHDAY?
you? And you? And you?
April 26, 2004
Decided to participate
in the growing net-wide display of what's on bloggers'
bookshelves, started (I think) at A
Life in Wales . But since I can't choose what's
really "me" because a lot of it is Natalie
and there's so much of it, I am including more than one
selection - just the tip of the iceberg. We have a
lot of books about a lotof things.
The eagle-eyed will note that one picture shows four
books by our very selves. The paper and wood construction
in this first photo is by my late-blossoming artist mother
Blanche, and the odd thing in front of it is a bone (probably
sheep) I found in the ground at the temple of Zeus on
the island of Aegina two years ago. A talisman.
April 25, 2004
Via Ming I've
just learned about a London meeting of bloggers on May
12 and I signed up at Joi
Ito's wiki to be included. The list of participants
is huge and growing so if any of you are or will be in
London, come along. The venue hasn't been decided yet
but various restaurants, pubs and park benches are being
Last night I
upgraded my IE browser to 5.1.7 (for Mac OS9.2) and now
I can't read my comments. When I click on them, the computer
crashes. I wonder if this is another case of if it ain't
broke don't fix it? Excuse me while I count to ten.
April 23, 2004
WHAT DO YOU
DO WHEN OTHER BLOGGERS STEAL FROM YOU?
In this case,
stealing means posting on their site something that you
have created, without mentioning that you are the author
and without giving a link to your post. This is theft,
especially when a copyright notice is shown at the site
they're ripping off. As my loyal readers know, I'm only
too happy when I see something of mine on your blogs
and so far, due credits and links have always been included.
But checking my recent stats I discovered two people
who, apparently, find such simple courtesy and honesty
beyond their grasp.
blog is in Italian: Vampyronika (I'm
deliberately not linking). The header shows a bare butt and, as she
hasn't replied to my letter, I must assume this is her usual response
to anyone she steals from. If you try and leave a comment at her
site you get a message saying you don't have permission. The cartoon
she took from me was the one I posted in Sept.2003 after visiting
Highgate Cemetery. She's used it alongside an old joke about Karl
Marx (13 April 2004).
other offender's blog is in Portuguese, apart from its title which
is Black Dock. His name is Miguel and
he put my "Rational" cartoon (also posted by me in Sept.2003)
at the head of his very long post about the stupidity of human beings
(March 28 2004).
All I ask of both these people is to include proper credits but neither
of them have replied to my e-mail. Some people have the view that stealing
a writer or an artist's work is not like 'normal' theft because such
work is not real work - like plumbing, for instance. They would never
go to a plumber and say "I'm not going to pay you for installing
my boiler and I'm going to tell everyone I did it because your work belongs
to the world and you should be happy that I allowed you to work in my
house". Yeah right. Well I'm a plumber, a drawing/thinking plumber,
and I'm not charging admission to this blog. But if you use me you'd
better not abuse me. And telling others what a good service I provide
is the least you can do. Capisce Vampyronika?
Voce comprende Black Dock?
" Just because blogs are a 'free medium'
doesn't mean that rules of playing fair need not apply."
April 22, 2004
and EARTH MOVING
Is it real or conspiracy theory? If it's true then the
hoax perpetrated is beyond belief. And if it's fiction
then the hoax perpetrated is somewhat less beyond belief.
What makes me doubtful is that this site has on its list
of two alternative presidential candidates the deeply
dubious Lyndon Larouche. What's the connection?
Short Word to the World from the Creators of LetsRoll911.org
It can be proven that missiles were used against the World Trade
Center. It can further be proven that the World Trade Center was
brought down by controlled demolitions, purposely, with 3000 innocent,
helpless souls inside. With this being the case, it changes everything
for the world, for Afghanistan, for Iraq, for George Bush, and lastly
but not least, insurance companies involved."
on the domestic front, they're digging up the street
in front of our house. It's not newsworthy but I thought
people interested in earth-moving might like to see it.
The most fascinating thing about it is that huge chunks
of smooth, malleable yellow ochre clay are being dug
out of the trenches and will be carted away by the truckload.
I'm wondering whether I should stuff some in plastic
bags and save it for eventual sculpting. Anyone short
April 20, 2004
OF THE PASSION
is beautiful at this time of year. Nature splashes
the drab greys and browns with its palette of inimitable
colours, transforming everything. The tree in front
of the house next door almost sings its loveliness.
Yet I'm feeling sad for all those who cannot glory
in the beauty of Spring because they are mourning
their dead and weeping for the injured or because
their hearts are filled with despair, hatred and
revenge. We know the names of the countries, we hear
the names of the leaders every day in the news, we
discuss the politics, the horrors and the terrors.
But the saddest realisation of all is that it goes
on and on, over and over again. Humankind crucifies
the innocent, always finding reasons to do so, always
justifying the unjustifiable. The Passion is played
and replayed on the world stage or in small, intimate
venues, non-stop. The longest running show on earth.
April 18, 2004
A TRAPPED GREEN
THING ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON
is an inflated green creature trapped high up in a tree
across the street. It is not a mere plastic bag. It has
bright orange feet, a yellow belt around its inflated
belly and a pointy hood on its shrunken head. This tree
is the only one on my street which is not in full glorious
pink, white or yellow bloom. Is there some connection
between these facts? The strange green creature reminds
me of the film "Don't Look Now" when
the green-hooded (*) raincoated
child Donald Sutherland is following in order to rescue
it suddenly turns round, revealing its ancient wizened
witch's face. Even if I could, I'm not going to rescue
that thing. Whoever let it out can come and get it themselves.
You can just about catch a glimpse of it in this photo.
That's me pointing to it.
for links about the film "Don't
Look Now" and
found a clip of the scary petite killer/witch:
she was wearing a red, not green, hooded coat.
And looked nothing like the thing in the tree.
So that's one suspect eliminated.
Why do I take so long to post these things? Because:
The words and pictures come very slowly. B) When I've
got them on paper I keep changing them, even after inking
and painting. C) I use a lot of whitener etc. and the
page looks a mess. D) Inking the drawing and words takes
a long time. E) When I've scanned the finished
work into Photoshop it looks a worse mess
and much of the writing is illegible. F)
I then clean it all up digitally, going over
all the words with the mouse and black line.
G) Then I collapse. And so goodnight.
April 13, 2004
technical problem is solved so there's no point going
into the boring details. But I've noticed that the computer
will misbehave when I'm tired and it thinks I will give
up, smash it to smithereens and never blog again. That,
of course, is its intention. But when it realizes I will
stay up all night, if necessary, to locate the spanner
it has hidden deep within its evil innards, then it goes
all meek and obedient and admits that I am and shall
remain its Master.
Part Six of the Interview will be posted later today tomorrow.
April 11, 2004
Will all my
regular visitors, whoever you are, kindly tell me in
the comments whether this page's dimensions appear as
they normally do, or are you suddenly seeing huge gaps
above the heading and/or above the text? I've had one
report that this is the case but everything looks the
same as usual in my (Internet Explorer) browser. So please,
just a quick report so I can try and solve this problem,
if it is a problem. And if you happen to be a wise techie,
any ideas on what may be wrong?
April 10, 2004
to do a bit of Spring blog-cleaning and the 26 photos,
which I was tired of, are gone. They are replaced by
a new section: Digital Art which
includes four images that jac is
making poetry for. A new episode of the God Interview
is brewing but meanwhile, to wish everyone a happy Easter,
Passover, or whatever reason you choose to celebrate
life and renascence, here is a quote I found under the
title Lightness of Being,
an article on April 4 by Barefoot
Doctor in his regular column for the Observer Magazine:
continuity of presence, sensitivity and rhythmic pacing
of energy is what the Taoists call 'four ounces', meaning
that whatever you do, you do as if trying to settle a
fractious infant down for the night - always with a light
touch, never heavy-handed. So that no matter whether
at work, rest or play, you meet all those who cross your
path during the course of a day with the same even tempo
(of intention, word, body- language and deed), focused
softness, patience, compassion, respect and sensitivity
as you would when dealing with a defenceless infant."
April 6, 2004
During Wartime - a gentle, unhurried stroll into
poetry, politics, religion, justice and such - recently
wrote asking if we (me and N) would like to collaborate
with him on an experiment: our images, his words. After
a fussy start which felt too much like hard work, we
decided to simply send him a few digital images to elicit
his poetic responses. We (N and me) had created in 2001
a set called Daily Images, entirely mouse-drawn
and coloured in Photoshop. They really were one-a-day
but, as usual with our resolutions, not daily enough.
We sent James four of them and he has now posted the first
one: "Apparition" next
to his poem-reply, as part of his engaging series of
postcard-poems. Check it out and don't miss the next
three. I'll be adding a new section here soon for digital
graphics and other improvisational/recreational stuff.
Can't be talking to God all the time, can I? Or
maybe everything is a dialogue.
only finished it now and I've been up all night. Do any
newspaper or TV reporters ever stay up this long with
their interviewees? If you have a slow connection I'm
afraid you'll just have to be patient while this special
bonus double installment loads. And if you're a new visitor,
all previous episodes are here.