Plain weird. Good weird.
Nirvana meet the Supermen Lovers: Come as the Starlight. (Mashed by Overdub)
18 April 2008
05 April 2008
It's a metaphor for something, but I don't know what (IV)
Is there a word to describe the potentially infinite cycle of cheese and cracker eating.
You take a bite that finishes the cheese, but are left with a bit of cracker. So you cut off some more cheese, but it is too big for your cracker. So you take another cracker for your stub of cheese, but ...
It seems to capture some essential truth about the human condition, but I don't know what.
04 April 2008
22 March 2008
The ponciest idea ever
Emerging from sleep the other day, I had a half-conscious idea to write a satire on the Tory shadow cabinet, based on Boccaccio's 14th Century picaresque epic. I could called it 'The De-Cameron.'
And I could hint at Notting Hill culinary metro-sensibilities by publishing it under the pseudonym Focaccio.
Then I woke up properly and poked myself in the eye until I begged myself for mercy.
29 February 2008
Words that don't exist but should (XV)
If many arcane things constitute arcana, why can't a collection of mundane things be mundana?
28 February 2008
Official: ladybirds are the new squirrels
Ladybirds: cute, right? Wrong. They are pests. And a threat to our national sovereignty too.
I have a ladybird infestation at home. I didn't think that ladybirds infested. I thought they were rare, delicate things, like butteflies. Christ, they named a series of children's books after them. That's how innocent they were. You don't get 'cockroach classics' about Peter and Jane, do you?
But a quick Google search reveals that I don't have the charming good-luck-to-touch indigenous British ladybirds swarming over my window sills. I have the pernicious Harlequin Ladybird. Over sexed, over-sized and over here.
It's red squirrels/grey squirrels all over again.
27 February 2008
22 February 2008
Words that don't exist but should (XIV in a very occasional series)
Hevel verb trans - to groom, arrange in order, make presentable; the opposite of which is to dishevel, or make dishevelled.
20 February 2008
16 February 2008
Me, gluttony, punishment
Hmm. I have written a piece in the Observer about this business. (Can't link to my column yet, as not live.)
I have used it to illustrate a point I've been itching to make for ages: that the idea of 'online community', especially as seized upon by politicians in search of legitimacy and new audiences, is a myth. There is nothing intrinsically democratic about networks. The web is not civil society. It is something else. Not sure what.
A bit tenuous really. The peg, I mean. I think the point is interesting. Anyway, I'm gonna get murdered on CiF.
But you guys - all 8 of you - know I loves the blogging.
Show me the way to the tar and feathers.
Morituri te salutant. And other cliches.
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