Thursday, August 31

My Destiny.

Today I sat down and bade to be frank with myself.

I determined to throw caution to the wind and fling wide the window of possibilites, extricating and disencumbering myself of any potential hinderances to what potentially could unravel as my future.
My foreordination compromised, I was ready to gallop and frolick like a newborn calf in the field of my destiny.

After a few hours of deep and meaningful thought, I decided that I am going to become a Commando.

Not just any commando, however. Oh no.
A Crack Commando. For Her Majesty's Secret Service. And possibly some freelance stuff with MI6.


The first thing I'll need if I'm to become a Commando is a decent ropes course.
I mean this thing is going to need all of the bells and whistles: climbing frames with the hangy-poles, timber walls, old rubber tyres, zip lines and plenty of those netty things you crawl under.
And of course it'll need to be indoors if I'm to conceal my identity.
If anyone knows where I can get my hands on one of these, please let me know.

Secondly, I'll need a watch.
Specifically a watch that shoots small poisoned darts designed to implode once embeded inside a human skull.
I'll probably need a couple of these infact, as I'm not sure that you can get them waterproofed.

I actually ventured inside "Jeff's Discount Watch Store" today at the mall.
I browsed for a while, but I have to admit I was a little embarassed to enquire after my particularly precise specifications.

I ended up walking out with one of those things where Mickey's arms tell you what time it is.

Monday, August 28

small. white. fluffy.

Thursday, August 24

1st & Nanaimo

Wednesday, August 23

i cant think of a title for this one.

Sunday, August 13

no room for hate in london.


London's financial district.

I had the good fortune to grow up and live in one of the most creative, exciting and multicultural cities I've ever been to - London.
Call me biased (I am!) there are millions who would also agree with me.

I have to admit, however, that after seeing the reports and newsflashes on the latest bomb plots in the UK my initial surprise subsided pretty quickly.
Ever since the threat of an Al Qaeda attack in London became reality on July 7th 2005, and with the failed follow up attacks soon after, I imagine the feeling that more would come sooner or later has never really lifted.

What could be frightening is the potential for my London to eventually become a hotbed of fear, panic, loathe and hatred - residing under a continual threat of terror and attack.
(All the arrested were UK citizens, 15 from London's eastend.)
I can't stand the thought of my home turning into this.

To quote a hero, what if the most threatening thing in the world today is not terrorism? What if it's not economic instability, drugs, crime or even the axis of evil?

What if the most threatening thing in the world today is simply a lack of goodness?

Where would we take it?
Where do we go from here?

Tuesday, August 8

publishing integrity

This image is the front page of of a UK daily called "The Independant" - one of the more lefty papers out there.

As you can see, the entire front page is dominated by a single strong image from the conflict in Lebanon, and is supported by the headline caption: "How can we stand by and allow this to go on?".
It is, off the bat, an emotive and powerful image.

But beneath the surface, is there something more sinister at work here, and how much of the media coverage we swallow daily has been tampered/altered/tailored before it reaches us?

Please read this thoroughly engrossing post from a UK blogger that explores the background to this scene from Qana and questions the integrity of publisers around the world who export imagery that without question, sells papers.

Saturday, August 5

My Prog-rock confession

This morning whilst laying listless and fatigued, the strangest memory resurfaced from the dusty depths of my subconscious.

Back in 1997, I am not in the least bit ashamed to admit that I developed more than a passing interest in Prog-rock.
That's not to say that I had fully committed myself to a Rick Wakeman inspired Pink Floydian arcadia, although I had my moments.

Without a doubt, the highlight being Mansun - a Scouser band with bad haircuts, song titles like:"Take it easy, Chicken", and a penchant for reasonably obtuse concept albums.
They did, however, have their moments of brilliance, and I thought I'd present you with the news that I woke up to on the radio April 18th 1997 and perhaps you'll laugh like I did on that morning.

The following video was filmed at Liverpool St Station in London, and contains footage of frenzied capital city commuters, £25,000 in cash and an unhealthily large amount of Prog-rock.

You have been warned.

Tuesday, August 1

the lost mac ads


Here's a post for all those peecee owners out there who are tired of watching those pompous mac ads that are constantly running on tv (specifically Randy, but he'll never read this haha) - check out the lost mac ads.

It's been a while, hasn't it?



Go on, have a game on me.