iBlog: August 2009


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Friday, August 28, 2009

Which is better: number 1? or number 2?. ...................... That's number 1.... and number 2...................

There's a website that I can't be bothered to link to that sells glasses cheaper than the highstreet but to sample the frames they post you them out to try in the comfort of your own home.
And so my brain and me thought it would be a nice idea to buy some rimless (lol) glasses but I had enough room to sample some of my long adored geek glasses. Now I'm torn as to which I prefer.
Rimless (lol) glasses look grown up but Buddy Holly/Vic Reeves/Eric Morcambles/David Helfgott glasses look infinately cooler.
What does your personal brain think?


La's not as keen as me on the latter.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Minister in charge of Department for the Education of Farming Radioactive Antelopes (DEFRA)

Cow could you let this happen?

Dear Minister of DEFRA, Mrs Michelle Gildernew,

Let me set the scene, Mrs Michelle Gildernew. But first, good morning to you yourself. Now back to the scene scetting. It's a cold dark wintery night in November. The sheep on my two and a half acre farm are bleeting, the cocks are crowing, and the cows are mooing. Moooooo. Why do they mooo0oo? I hear you ask? Is it intrinsic to their nature to mo0o0o0o0oo? Are their moO0oos the result of peer pressure, or just inane cow speak for farting away the o-zone layer? I'll tell you the answer, Mrs Minister Michelle Gildernew. They mo000000000000o because they know that I know the secret behind milk!

Oh yes. I know it alright and I demand for something to be done about it!

My milk maid, David, pulls on the cow and milk falls out. Then he returns and it's yogert. 'Pon his next return it becomes cream, thence dubble cream.... Were this not bad enough, when he returns again it becomes butter, and finally to a selection of minature cheeses in a little mesh bag.

Demonstrably these are all the same thing. Identically the same thing. (apart from when the cow in question happens to be a calf whereupon David brings me babybel). I demand you either homogenise this milk or brand all of the above as the same banner. Might i suggest ``cow-seconds.``? Let me know immediately of your intentions or I shall contact the trades descriptions act a moment after immediately.


Yours sincerely

Mr Benjamin Foster
Minister for TRUTH!

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You can put an Irish accent on Bill Clinton but where there's smoke - there's a cigar based depravity...

Saturday, August 15, 2009

John Cage: Genius? Or Mongaloid-spack-a-tron?

John Cage was a 20th century experimental composer noted for pieces that were laden with a-harmonic dischords without meter and apparently, without sense. To all but the optimistic ears his piano pieces sounded like children bashing away haplessly.

I remember learning about John Cage in GCSE music class and dismissing him offhand with deep rooted annoyance thinking him to be the antithesis of music - the orchestra's version of slicing a cow in half and displaying it in formaldehyde.

But I've grown up a bit now and I think I can appreciate his work a lot more. It doesn't all make sense to me but maybe it's not meant to.

What is arguably his most famous piece is `4 minutes 33 seconds`. A full orchestra piece in three movements where all instruments play 4'33'''s worth of rest. The idea being that the ambience of the concert hall itself comprises the music.

It's a weird notion that the absense of music can become music, some people call it theatre at best and a piss taking publicity stunt at worse - I know I certainly did when I was first introduced, but my opinions have changed somewhat. I think music is what you make of it and the jenius of Cage was that he enabled the listener to make whatever they wanted from it, free from the boundries in which the more traditional composers flourished.

Here's more of Cage pushing the musical onvelope:


Monday, August 03, 2009

I'm in one of those annoying post-everything-I-find-on-the-internet type phases...