My friend Michael is trying to finish his doctorate in Bristol at the moment. I fear it is a project doomed to failure but he has surprised me in the past (to put it mildly). He’s asked me to send him a mixer minidisc so that he has something to listen to. I’ve been checking out the selection of ideas at red balloon and have come to the conclusion that they urgently need your help.
Occasionally, during the summer, when it got really hot and the air conditioning wasn’t working at work, I used to sneak away from my desk on the second floor of the Time Out building and clamber from the balconies on the seventh floor up the service ladders and onto the roof. You can see all of London from up there – the Houses of Parliament, Canary Wharf, the Post Office Tower… I’m pretty sure I am not supposed to have done it. If I’d taken some photos, perhaps I could have sent them to Infiltration.
There was an Invisibles site called Target One a while back, and now the guy who built it runs Attack Force D, which is another weblog. I’m not entirely sure I knew what I was getting into when I started this – there seems to be this strange, hallucinatory cult of webloggers in the world. It’s … nice somehow.
So a 13 year-old school-boy is told to write a scary story for Halloween. He writes one (a pretty bad one at that), it gets a really good grade and he reads it out in class for extra credit. The story is considered to be a threat to his school mates, and he is taken to court and put in a juvenile detention facility for five days as punishment. Perhaps we haven’t won yet after all…
Everyone knows about d|i|s|i|n|f|o|r|m|a|t|i|o|n but it bears repeating. All the information you could ever need to know about all the things that you are not supposed to know about.
It’s 1am and I can’t sleep. I am starting a new job on Monday working for Time Out in London. I will be Deputy ******** on their website. Something half editorial and technical. I was really looking forward to it until this afternoon, when I talked to someone about the job. They have scared me rather badly and I find myself concerned that I have signed myself up for several months of drudgery without the chance to do anything constructive. It’s probably nothing to worry about.
Finding out information on film festivals in London is extraordinarily difficult. The only one that seems to have a damn site is the London Film Festival. It looks like it has the first British screening of American Beauty…
So – everyone on the Nexus hates the new look for this site. Which is a bit disappointing, I have to admit. It seems slightly pathetic to actually ask people for nice comments.
Does anyone other than me think that it is commendable that Ally McBeal‘s main love interest is on the brink of crippling hair loss? I have to say I am delighted, as I am approaching that brink myself. It’s one (only mildly sarcastic) good thing to say for the almost offensively conservative programme. And I’m sorry but, if your delusions make you physically attack young children, you’re not ‘kooky’ – you’re suffering from paranoid schizophrenia.
I think I’ve sold you all out. I have been talking with an ex, and he thinks that I have turned this front page from a non-functioning advert for the collective to a self-aggrandising paean to self-important individualism. What you you think?