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On the genesis of two ways of seeing the world…

So I’m sitting in the BBC canteen in Broadcasting House with one Matthew Webb, who is (I fear) the husband part of our particular TV husband-and-wife Research and Development team. I say that because he sits really quietly and reads things and grunts while I freak out about stuff and try and kick him under the table. In this particular aspect – as in many others – it feels much like my parent’s marriage (except with heated and even occasionally productive debates about social software, recommendations engines and the like).

Anyway, he’s unusually chatty on this day and I think I’m being unusually stoic and calm. I’m tucking into a slab of over-cooked BBC roast-pork with mixed vegetables that have been boiled into submission while he’s chomping on some kind of grey-looking sandwich from the shop that doesn’t have the scary woman with the thrusting money-demanding hand at the cash-till. I’m probably using a plastic knife because they never have any metal knives – my theory being that with the BBC’s internal politics (in other departments, obviously) being what it is, a metal knife would simply prove too much of a temptation. And – while we look out over the bright panorama of London towards the distant hills of Hampstead, across the emptiness of Regent’s Park – Matt starts talking about fog, the diffraction of light (I’m not a physics graduate, so apologies if that makes no sense) and the possibilities of enormous hovering spherical mirrors.

And it was in this fashion that I became witness to the genesis of an UpsideClown story that oozes Borges and Ong called: The Mirrored Spheres of Patagonia. Since Matt and I talked initially, he took his story seed and doused it liberally in Gro-fast, psycho-tropic substances, a small amount of cat-pee from an animal with prostate difficulty and had it bitten by a passing radio-active spider. Or so I can only deduce from its scale, complexity and total disconnection from traditional human forms of communication. A choice excerpt follows:

“The basis for Patagonian civilisation, the discovery that turned a relatively simple agricultural community towards greater and greater complexity, was the perfection of their science of optics. Every citizen carried a telescope, and at intervals in their cities vast mirrored spheres were winched into the air. Smaller spheres were placed outside windows, and similar ones inside all rooms and scattered in all public places. Strung between cities and villages were magnifying lenses, repeaters, also winched up. From what we’re told it seems that this infrastructure allowed any citizen – from anywhere – to view any other point in the empire.”

At which point I can only say that my competing ideology – that we should bio-engineer human beings to produce nano-enhanced packet-switching uber-networked skin-flakes that were able to sense the nature of the thing they were adjacent to and capable of determining their three-dimensional location in space with relation to nearby flakes with the effect of producing an accurate and 3-D explorable model of the world and all its surfaces that could tell you what and where everything was at any given moment of the day or night – was significantly more fun. And moreover (you will note with respect) had the advantage of not defying any major laws of physics and helping you determine which parts of the world were particularly in need of a hoover.

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On the subject of cheese…

This may sound like a bit of an advert, but frankly I don’t care. You have to be able to express joy in the things you like – I think – whether they be commercial or not. Only let me say that I have received no money or free merchandising for the following glowing endorsement. None at all. Not even the tiniest sliver of perfectly ripe brie…

Every year shortly before Christmas I pop into Neal’s Yard Dairy and get a selection of cheeses to take up to my family in Norfolk. It’s become a bit of a ritual. There’s something really primal and satisfying about bringing food back for a significant meal – particularly one so associated with the winter solstice and the rebirth of the sun (oh and all that Christian stuff I guess). So to do my part, I go into Covent Garden’s most well-stocked and sensually stimulating shop, sample a dozen cheeses (they’ll let you try everything) and then buy a representative sample.

This sounds more like an advert than I’d feared, but let me continue anyway… The wonderful staff will recommend the Stilton that’ll be at its best at exactly the right time, they’ll tell you how to store your cheese (FYI: in a cellar or on a window-ledge – not in the fridge because it’ll dry it out) and they’ll even label each perfectly paper-wrapped block of cheese you buy – so that you can order them again or look them up later in your favourite cheese tome (I bought my father a book of cheese so that he can investigate the whole issue in more detail – I believe it’s been a tremendous success). In a nutshell – it’s one of the most pleasant experiences of my year and I heartily recommend it. Plug over. Well, nearly…

It occurs to me that this is an ideal topic for a random poll, so here we go: What’s your favourite cheese?

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Farewell, my lovely…

And so with a deep sigh I have consigned my beautiful Powerbook (which has been with me a such a very little time) back to the welcoming arms of Mother Apple. My child needs to be fixed. The strange mottling blotchiness of his screen had become worse and worse as the days passed by until they resembled nothing so much as a pair of staring blank eyes – evil eyes – that hovered in front of every piece of work I did, every movie I watched, every e-mail I sent. It’s so difficult with beautiful computers – you love them (like a child), training and working with them until you operate as one (like a family) until eventually they betray you (like a child all over again). But when they turn sour that good feeling stays with you for longer – it’s so difficult to do what must be done but do it you must. They must be sent off to faraway scientists who’ll open them up with strange devices, rooting around in everything that makes them what they are and forcing their silicon biology back to standards that their parents can live with. They must be brought back to civilised behaviour whatever the cost.

Data may be lost – I accept that. The Powerbook that I gave to the rather nice-looking man from UPS may not feel or be quite the same when it returns. It will have been changed, fixed, broken and reformed. But when it returns it will work – and work it must – for I have typing to do.

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On The Guts of a New Machine (Aside)

One thing that I noticed for the first time today was the distinct similarity between the navigational style of the iPod and the horizontal-hierarchy menu-driven interface to Tivos. Is there a memetic forebear to both of these that I’m unfamiliar with, or is this simply an emerging standard in navigating through libraries of content when you only have a few physical buttons and real-life interface elements to deal with?

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The Great British Christmas Single is reborn…

If I confess to a soft-spot for the Darkness, you won’t come around my house and stab me in the eyes with the sharpened plectrums of proper rock will you? I mean, obviously they’re a bit of a novelty act, but at least they look like they’re enjoying themselves. Of course, on occasion the more cynical and disenfranchised dribbling fool might suggest that maybe they’re going a little too far. As evidence for their ludicrous case, they might point at the creation and release of a Christmas single (the elegantly named Christmas Time: Don’t Let The Bell’s End) complete with lace-up-trousers/laser-gun video action… But they’re wrong goddamit! Wrong! It’s bloody art! And I will be there with my crusty notes at my local Our Price on December 15th desperate for my very own copy…

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The long-term cycles of weblog-writing…

Writing for a weblog seems to me to go through cycles. At times, words just flow from your fingertips effortlessly. The quality of those words will generally be rather debatable, but they’ll have a fluidity to them and an honesty or playfulness that at least partly compensates for their lack of substance. Normally with me, these periods gradually bed down into highly productive periods of good writing about things that I’m thinking about in greater depth – pieces of writing that I think have some greater utility or worth about subjects that I care about. Normally I’ve been thinking around these issues for a while but not had the mental discipline to drag them into a more coherent shape. During these periods, I do my best work.

These periods – inevitably – do not last. What seems to happen is that the material I want to write gets more and more convoluted, high concept and/or involved, more necessarily rigorous in execution and generally larger in scale until such a point where the pressure to articulate an idea properly overwhelms my ability to write at all. At those points – suddenly – I find myself completely blocked and unable to produce anything. Smaller, lighter, trivial posts occasionally squeeze their way out – but for all intents and purposes, I’m just unable to write. From there it’s a short, unpleasant wait of mounting tension, frustration and irritation until the walls collapse and posts pour forth – this time with little or no discrimination in evidence, full of bad jokes, thrown together collections of links and the like. And then from there the cycle repeats itself as concepts of quality and discernment slowly start creeping back into my output.

As a matter of interest – does this pattern sound familiar to anyone else or is this simply a personal thing?

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Key moments in Barbelith history…

While I’m speaking of Barbelith, I thought I’d mention the latest craze circulating through its dank and musty corridors. Essentially the premise is this – (i) find an old thread with particularly good and entertaining dialogue in it (ii) go to the Red Meat Comic Strip generator and (iii) represent the thread in question as a Red Meat strip. It’s really capturing some of the spirit of the board (albeit mostly the bits that are most vibrantly foul-mouthed and politically dubious). Here are some of the latest examples of actual Barbelith conversations edited down to the nub (Warning – many of these aren’t particularly work-friendly):

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A penny for your thoughts isn't worth it…

Intriguing Barbelith fact: Each post currently costs around 1 pence (UK), or precisely 1.6213519580942878523322524320279 cents (US). If we had more posts, then that cost per post would actually decrease, because – at least at the moment – we’re paying a fixed cost for bandwidth and storage. It’s on that basis (and the fact that Barbelith is now open for new members once more) that I invite you to join immediately. The cheaper we can make each post the better! Although, having said that, only high-quality intelligent posts or highly witty comments are acceptable. Why not consider it an alternative to trying to sign up to Metafilter, only with more in-jokes and a weirder moderation system?

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On disturbing status messages…

Having finally been forced to join tribe.net by a friend, I swiftly started to build up my personal network. That is until I realised that the connections it helped maintain between people were rather more alarming and invasive than I had initially thought:

I should point out (I have been forced to point out) that Stewart wasn’t the friend I was initially talking about. That was someone quite quite different.

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On the UK Webloggers Christmas Party…

I’m pretty much promoting this one to death at the moment, but just in case someone using RSS feeds to read my site has missed the enormous plug I’m giving this event on my site at the moment, there’s a UK Webloggers Christmas Party to be held in London’s fashionable Farringdon district this coming weekend. Details follow:
Venue: Downstairs at the Well
When: This coming Saturday 29th November from 7.00pm
How do you find it? There’s a helpful map!
Organised by: That lovely chap from Funjunkie.co.uk