I know that you’ve all been excitedly and indeed breathlessly awaiting my first publicly available Spotify playlist, whilst wondering what was taking a musical trendsetter such as myself so long to satisfy your aural cravings via the cool tool that all the kids are apparently using. Well, fret no more, because here it is: an exhausting twenty-seven tracks which go to prove that keyboards and synthesizers were better back in the dark days of the “oh my God we’re all going to die in a nuclear armageddon” 1980s, when they sounded properly electronic rather than all this fancypants glitchtronica and sampladelia you get today. Now, where did I put my FRANKIE SAYS ARM THE UNEMPLOYED t-shirt?
“Convicted cult leader Charles Manson has reached out to convicted music producer Phil Spector, suggesting that the two jailbirds collaborate on pop songs. Both men are serving life sentences in central California’s Corcoran State Prison.”—
I beg to differ with the findings of this new piece of research. For instance, surely women of a certain age (mid to late 30s) spend just as much time as men watching grainy, shaky YouTube uploads of pop videos by one-hit wonder bands of our misspent youth recorded off the telly sometime in the early to mid-1980s? Don’t they? Hello? Anyone? Where are you going? Come back! I’ve found a clip of King performing Love and Pride on Top of the Pops in 1985! It’s an absolute classic! You’ve got to watch it! Come back! Please! Please?
"An individual who approaches someone’s desk or workstation in a work environment almost immediately after sending them an email, usually to confirm that the email has been received." If I had a pound for every time I had met one of these idiots who clearly don’t understand the concept of email, I would have … a number of pounds.
To mark the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 landing on the moon, some of the source code behind the on-board guidance computers on board both the Command Module and the Lunar Module has been placed online.
Now I’m no programmer, but I decided to experiment with trying to apply this code to my toaster. As expected, the bread wasn’t even slightly browned. Clearly a sign of how much technology has moved on in only four decades.
“Even its author admits that a 20-page strategy paper for government departments on how to use Twitter might be regarded as ‘a bit of over the top’ for a microblogging tool with a limit of 140 characters a message.”—
The Horrors: New Ice Age - The new and much-hyped album by The Horrors is, I’m surprised to find myself admitting, as good as everyone says it is. Of course, I’m well aware that there’s very little which is original across its ten tracks - but then I’m firmly of the opinion that in these post-modern times, where we’ve seen and done everything and bought the t-shirt, the constant search for true artistic originality is a waste of time. Instead, the experimentation happens in the way you remix, reuse and reinvent what came before. And that’s what The Horrors do. What I love about this album is the fact that the band very obviously picks and chooses from various fairly obvious influences, before magically mixing them into a sound that is defiantly different on each song.
And I listened to this one about twenty times yesterday.
“When I get a manuscript or see a sign that misuses its and it’s and quotes, I immediately assume that the person who created it is stupid. I understand that this is a mistake on my part. They’re not necessarily totally stupid, they’re just stupid about apostrophes.”—
Some suggestions for stores and restaurants on how to best serve shy people. “9. Do not sell your services by telephone. Do you seriously think i answer it?” Though I would also point out that for us shy people - and us disabled people, as a matter of fact - shopping in stores is a thing of the past thanks to the internet and a debit card.
“For the time being, avoid anything labelled Salford Toccata by Harrison Birtwistle, explosante fixe … by Pierre Boulez, Helikopter-Streichquartett by Karlheinz Stockhausen. Stuff by Alban Berg, Arnold Schoenberg and Olivier Messiaen might well have you calling 999 and shouting hysterically “Fire in the pet shop! Fire in the pet shop!”—The indie kid’s guide to classical music | The Guardian
"When a nation is powerful, it tells the world confident stories about the future. The stories can be enchanting or frightening, but they make sense of the world. But when that power begins to ebb, the stories fall apart and all that is left are fragments which haunt you like half-forgotten dreams."
Hmm. Now, I’m not the sort of law-abiding prude who thinks that underage children should not glimpse even one flickering second of an 18 certificate movie. Far from it. Give the kids a bit of sex and violence to toughen them up and put some ideas in their heads, that’s what I say. But … parent and baby screenings in London of Lars Von Trier’s utterly terrifying and none more dark movie Antichrist? Is that really such a good idea? Are these doting mothers and fathers trying to psychologically scar their offspring for life?
Roxy Music: Same Old Scene - Ah yes, a remix by nevver of one of the most depressing songs ever written. Perfect. “In our lighter moments, precious few; it’s all that heavy weather we’re going through …”
Putting my business-like web journalism hat on for a moment, this is sad news. Whilst Shiny Media’s portfolio of blogs taking in lifestyle, sport, fashion and showbiz weren’t exactly my cup of sugary tea, I appreciated what they did - mainly in the hope that it would kick-start the growth of blog networks on this side of the Atlantic. It didn’t (much).
In the US, if the numbers contributing to the comment threads on their cluttered pages are anything to go by, then blog networks seem to be relatively thriving (in so far as anything can be described as ‘thriving’ in the current financial climate). But there would be appear to be something in the average Briton’s media consumption that, well, just doesn’t get journalistic blogs unless they’re part of established mainstream presences such as The Guardian, The Telegraph or - ahem, cough, vested interest - the BBC.
So the chances of getting a British version of Gawker Media - Rubbernecker, maybe, or even Gawper - look increasingly unlikely. Could it be that the UK is just not interesting enough to sustain such a wealth of regularly updated content?
"Derived from ‘writer’s cramp’, writer’s crap refers to a stage when one is only capable of writing utter crap." And once again, Urban Dictionary gives me the verbal tools by which I can describe my life. Er, thanks, I think.
"Top professions such as medicine and law are increasingly being closed off to all but the most affluent families, a report into social mobility will say." And apparently, the profession of Pope is closed off to anyone who isn’t a Catholic. Who knew?
“So there are plenty of reasons to be depressed about the blogosphere. It hasn’t quite lived up to its early promise of a place where new voices would be heard, where reasoned argument would take place - a kind of Athenian ideal of democracy. Like just about everything else that has emerged from the web in the last couple of decades it’s messy, chaotic and imperfect. But then, so is democracy - and nobody has come up with anything better than that either.”—BBC - Digital Revolution Blog: The Blog Is Dead … oh no it isn’t, oh yes it is …
“And what of the rare and the obscure ephemera that captured the imaginations of the Great Blogger Rush of 2004, when the world and its grandma got a blog because it seemed like the thing to do, and there might be a book deal at the end of it? Has the world really lost interest in, oh, I don’t know - Smell-o-Vision, or has the person behind http://digiscents.com/blog/ simply realised that typing into a vacuum isn’t much fun?”—BBC - Digital Revolution Blog: what’s become of the blogosphere?