June 10, 2004

Staggering ...

.... literally and with a GPS in hand results in these amazing GPS Drawings

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How to change the world

Dave Pollard has just posted the following list of ways in which we can all make a difference starting right now. He goes into considerable detail on many of them in his blog post.

Trust your instincts
Listen, Learn, and Teach Others
Learn and Practice Critical Thinking
Re-Learn How to Imagine
Use Less Stuff
Stop at One
Become Less Dependent
Become an Activist
Be a Role Model
Be a Pioneer
Find or Create a Meaningful Job
Share Your Expertise
Be Good to Yourself
Infect Others With Your Spirit and Passion

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June 09, 2004


There - that got your attention didn't it!

Cunt really, honestly, is my favourite word. I’ve been trying to use it at least once daily – more often in polite company – since I was introduced to Peter Cook and Dudley Moore’s album Come Again as a teenager in the late 80s. I had no feminist reasoning behind it then, I simply loved the word. I loved the reaction it got from people. I loved the fact that this word, those four letters strung together, those four letters that when spoken created that harsh and nasty sound, could make men and women, young and old absolutely disgusted. A word! Wow! It was the moment I realised the incredible power of words. It was also the moment I realised that I was on a mission to destroy the power of that one word in particular.

from a long, fully researched and impassioned treatise on the word which is well worth reading.

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I must practise ....

.... folding a T-shirt in two moves (1.9Mb)

via A Blog's Life

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Step by step

Walt Whitman recognized the "the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls"; Whitman realized that we're all traveling to some invisible destination, our elbows perpetually brushing with those of our fellows. Walking like life is an accidental art: we practice it well or poorly without even trying or realizing. Both Walking and Art are pursuits to which we should devote our First Fridays, our Last Fridays, and all our Fridays and other days in between. It is a great art to saunter, you see, and the world needs everyone to take artful, joyous heed of their every step.

Hoarded Ordinaries

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Maybe we need to get out more?

... we become too insular, too caught up in our routines. Specifically in the blogging world we get stuck inside the confines of our RSS Aggregators and we miss out on the synchronicity in other parts of the Web - and indeed in other forms of Art. Synchronicity to me means looking for meaningful coincidences in multimedia, literature, music, art, heck even television. So in this sense synchronicity means to go outside the blog world and explore other worlds. The greater your exposure to different ideas, the more likely you are to formulate new ideas. 

from a great post on blogging and synchronicity by Richard MacManus

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June 06, 2004

Civilisation is a series of human attempts to give meaning to death. D-Day — June 6, 1944 — was one of the best we ever managed.

Bryan Appleyard in The Sunday Times

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June 05, 2004

There is no ‘good cause’ for torture

As a torturer, you are the first to be a victim because you lose all your humanity. You do harm to yourself in the act of harming another. If you had a good cause to begin with, it is lost when you torture another human being. When we imagine situations when torture could be justified, we jump to conclusions too quickly and too easily. (...) It is very easy to create a pretext for why it is necessary to torture a prisoner when we have fear and anger in us. When we have compassion, we can always find another way. When you torture a living being, you die as a human being because the other person’s suffering is your own suffering. When you perform surgery on someone, you know the surgery will help him and that is why you can cut into his body. But when you cut into someone’s body and mind to get information from them, you cut into your own life, you kill yourself as a person.

Thich Nhat Hanh via wood s lot

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What's the alternative

What's the alternative? Thwarted, warped people condemning the order of things, cripples criticising the upright, autocrats slumped in expectant coronary attitudes, the tragic spectacle of people working out their own imbalance and frustration on others

Yehudi Menuhin in the foreword to light on yoga

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Have I told you lately how much I love blogging?

As a result of a comment on my gloomy post about blogging I get to find Dale's wonderful blog which is just dripping with quality lines like:

A vanished life. And one just blossoming. And an accidental, grizzle-bearded father walking through the sour book-dust of his past.

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My parents gave me some Amazon credits for my birthday and the books just arrived.

They include the highly recommended light on yoga - apparently one of the classic texts on the subject. [I love the described benefits of some of the poses which include "releases groins" - brace yourselves girls!]

I have been trying to get back into my yoga practice for ages because despite stopping drinking I am still way too overweight and because of a big operation years ago my back is getting stiffer and stiffer by the day.

Without some serious effort I will end up an immobile blob of fat within weeks!

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June 04, 2004

Pussy footing around

We like to think we are talking about truth in our blogs.

That by being more open we are somehow furthering the human condition.

Are we buggery.

All we are doing is refining the lies that we tell ourselves and others to make us seem acceptable against some poorly defined standard that we will never meet.


I like to think I am talking about truth in my blog.

That by being more open I am somehow furthering the human condition.

Am I buggery.

All I am doing is refining the lies that I tell myself and others to make me seem acceptable against some poorly defined standard that I will never meet.

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June 03, 2004

Busy going nowhere

It seems that cultural pressure for activity and output of tangible results is slowing considerably the pace of learning about anything other than producing more results, more output. Understanding better what it means to be human, how we fit into this amazing universe, how we relate to each other - these have all become sidelined beside the relentless drive for busy-ness.

Older and growing ...

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Unforeseen celebrity

Tom is on his way to becoming the number one shit manager in the world.

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June 02, 2004

"The best way to protect America is to stay on the offensive."

G.W. Bush

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Formative influences

Leading on from yesterday's post about my first trip to the South of France and prompted by a conversation in the office about holidays there I was reminded yet again of my Aunt who lived in Cannes until she died last year.

It was such a bonus growing up to have an aunt who lived such an exotic life in such an exotic location. It was an early eye opener to what is possible in this life and the many ways in which people can find fulfillment and happiness. It was a lotus eating existence, and not one I have chosen to emulate, but rich in images, smells, emotions and conversations which have never left me.

A particular evening springs to mind where my aunt wanted to give me a taste of the Cannes nightlife at the tender age of sixteen. We got outrageously drunk, working our way round a number of busy and exciting bars until the small hours of the morning. Almost as an afterthought, and after consultation with her husband, my aunt said there was one more bar she wanted me to see.

It was a small bar hidden up an old twisting side street, loud music blaring out of the doorway and echoing up the high walled buildings on either side. it wasn't as packed as the other bars we had been in but busy nonetheless, with a higher percentage of women than the other bars. There were also a higher percentage of fabulous looking women too, which takes a bit of doing as all the bars in Cannes seemed to have more than their fair share of pretty women.

In my drunken state, dizzied by all the exotic sounds and sites of the evening, the close proximity of so many gorgeous looking and very forward women was all too much. As we staggered out into the street reeling from the impact on my still teenage brain my aunt delivered her final "coup de grace".

All of those women I had been lusting over had in fact been men! We had been in one of the more famous transvestite bars in the South of France and my poor wee brain would never be quite the same again.

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June 01, 2004

Growing up on the M6

Coming down the M6 motorway from the north last night, peering through the dark and the rain, dodging the middle lane hoggers, I got to thinking about a particular journey way back in the mists of time .....

Nearly 30 years ago my Dad and I went touring France with a friend of his on two motorbikes, Dad's 500cc twin Suzuki and the friend's 1200cc Honda Goldwing. We had been right down to the South of France and back, mostly in wonderful hot weather, but got caught in a torrential downpour on the way back up through central France and all got soaked to the skin. Dad got really badly chilled and although he made it back across the channel he woke the next morning in St.Albans, just north of London, in no fit state to ride.

This left us with a big problem. He couldn't ride his bike and even if we could book a train journey, getting the bikes to the station would be a challenge in itself. We couldn't risk waiting for him to improve because it might be days before he got better which would cost a lot in hotel fees. Then we decided on our solution!

At the grand old age of fifteen, underage, with no driving licence and no insurance, riding at 80 or 90 mph all of the 400 miles home to Glasgow I rode Dad's bike while he sat on the back of his mate's!

Boy did we get a row from my Mum when we got home.

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May 31, 2004

Just what the doctor ordered.

I had a great walk on Sunday taking in Pen Yr Ole Wen, from which I had had to turn back in a thunder storm in January, and the bigger Carnedd Dafydd which sits behind it.

Photos here

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May 30, 2004

What a pleasant surprise

I had expected to be pottering around at home this bank holiday weekend but here I am half way up Pen Yr Ole Wen in Snowdonia moblogging from my phone instead.


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May 28, 2004


Finally got the place looking like I wanted and moved in. I've made it look pretty much like the old blog but will probably play with the decor a bit over the next few days.

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May 26, 2004

What happens if you turn left

At lunchtime, having worked in the same building on and off for twenty years and having thought I had exhausted the possibilities for interesting lunchtime walks years ago, I took a left turn I had never taken before.

The result was the discovery of a fascinating collection of varied architecture, parks, climbing walls, stables, small business warehouses and converted churches.

Must remember to turn left more often!

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Will you recognize it?

The ordinary is all we have: it is, after all, the very stuff of our days. It is by watching the daily passage of common lovelies that we train our eye to catch the spectacularly uncommon; through the door of the ordinary, the extraordinary creeps. Are you watching? Will you recognize it when it arrives hidden and silent, cloaked in green?

Hoarded Ordinaries

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May 25, 2004

Open Source Intelligence

Ming has been getting excited about Open Source Intelligence

..... what I think is cool about Open Source Intelligence is not just that it might make governments do less stupid things, but rather that it is equally available to the rest of us, if we organize ourselves well. A relatively small number of us could very well be more informed about many things than the CIA. A large number of us, well enough organized, with good enough tools, could perpetually be better informed and more collectively intelligent than any government agency.

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"I have a theory that there is something about these services such as iTunes and Napster which is sparking an interest in music which is leading to increase physical sales.

"The people joining legal services are music fans who have a chance to get excited about music again.

"What we are most happy about, so far, most people who are consuming music online are buying CDs as well."

Keith Jopling, head of market research at the International Federation for the Phonographic Industry

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May 24, 2004

Blogs as dialogue

...it is proposed that a form of free dialogue may well be one of the most effective ways of investigating the crisis which faces society, and indeed the whole of human nature and consciousness today. Moreover, it may turn out that such a form of free exchange of ideas and information is of fundamental relevance for transforming culture and freeing it of destructive misinformation, so that creativity can be liberated.

David Bohm

Dialoguing is an almost paradoxical combination of a meta perspective and vulnerable personal communication. One talks about something in the middle of the circle, examining it, inquiring into it, questioning it, trying to say what it is, from a bit at a distance. But one is also saying what one feels and thinks, as authentically as possible, without trying to censor it or making it be acceptable or slick.

Same when blogging works well. One is talking about something, trying to understand it better. And the most enjoyable postings are often when somebody opens up, and shares their personal process.

Flemming Funch

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Something for nothing

Suw Charman has a really interesting blog post which would act as a great primer for any of you coming along to the Larry Lessig talk on Thursday

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May 23, 2004

Freedom Of Speech

Nice to hear that Eric Idle still cares about the things that matter with this charming little ditty.

PS Thanks to gia for the link but make sure there are no kids, bosses or representatives of the FCC around when you listen to it!

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May 21, 2004


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May 20, 2004

Talking fags

Someone has just turned up at The Obvious? having searched MSN for "funny pictures of moving and talking fags".

Thankfully it was MSN UK!

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Six bloody quid

For an hour's wifi access thanks to BT Openworld. Not six pounds for an hour any time you want to use it up but six pounds in one 24 hour period. So I had better stay put in this very expensive coffee house until I have used up my whole hour.

Bloody rip off!

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