I really ought to link to this thread on Naomi’s livejournal, because it seems to contain lots and lots of my (gulch’s) thoughts on science, god(s) and food from the wild, which would be just as at home on my blog.
Monthly Archive for October, 2003
A few times over the last couple of years I’ve had the misfortune to have to try and find some stock images for websites. It’s a horrible, tedious, thankless task that always leaves me feeling unclean. But hey, this could be fun, or at least a little easier on the eyes – browsing stock photos by colour.
Noticed something very strange on the way to take Rowan to school a week or two ago (in fact, the day the cold weather hit). The pavement on Townend Road is tarmacced (rather than paved), and was resurfaced only a few months ago. When the cold hit it suddenly, overnight became decorated with a pattern of almost-parallel wiggly lines, kinda like contour lines on a map (or, as Lola said, “it’s like a seaside and the sea”).
Now, I may have lead a very sheltered life up until now, but I don’t ever remember seeing a pattern like this on a pavement before, certainly not as bold and clear as this one (I keep meaning to take a picture but… well, y’know) and I can’t help wondering what caused it. One part of my mind is sure that the men who laid the pavement must have fucked up somehow, done a rush job, and this is the result. It reminds me of chromatography, the way different constituent parts of something will fan out at different rates. So I’m wondering – what is it that’s inside the tarmac, and why/how is it coming out in this way? Anyone know?
Does cum make for good skin? The folks at Vice put this burning issue to the test…
I’ve viewed the news of Concorde’s retirement with almost total disinterest. My meories of it are of living in Teddington though – Concorde accelerating over my parents’ house twice a day, rattling every window in the street and drowning out conversation.
But then when I actually thought about this being Concorde’s last flight, reading
Niina’s thoughts on the subject, I remembered watching its first commercial flight – in 1976 I think, and the constant talk of the noise for weeks afterwards. On the day of the flight, all the children were all ushered into the playground of St Mary’s School, Twickenham, gazing North across Amyand Park Road and seeing it streak across the sky, visibly faster than anything we’d ever seen before. The more mathematical among us calculated that at something like 600+ mph it was eating up miles in seconds. Wow.
And watching the news now… I realise that I actually would quite like the chance to accellerate to 250mph before takeoff and experience supersonic flight.
Mmmm… what a pleasant way to start the morning, with Gymnopédie No. 1. This piece is among Gill’s favourite music (mine too, I guess). We visited the Maison Satie when we went to France a couple of years ago, it’s an incredible place, some really surreal stuff going on in there, and the room where Gymnopédie No. 1 is played is incredibly calming – a glass-roofed conservatory-like loft space where a piano something like the one John Lennon played Imagine on sits tinkling away on its own ivories, as if the ghost of Satie were seated at the keyboard.
Ed also once made a beautiful abstract techno version of Gymnopédie No. 1 full of huge looming empty spaces when we shared a house together in Hounslow. He played all the parts himself, no sampling, and it was quite possibly the most beautiful techno track I’ve ever heard. Sadly, he overwrote the Cubase file by accident and his couple of days hard work was gone, never to be recovered. I wish I could hear that again some day.
And in a follow up to my recent post about making porn music, how about making some other noises for porn movies – apparently the latest craze in Germany is porn karaoke.