Category: Random

Big Blogger: “Nobody has a clue what the National Anthem of Barbados sounds like but Tom says it’s a bit like Dancing Queen.”

I’m feeling tremendously positive after half an hour lying in the sun, three episodes of Angel and lots of bread and houmous. I have a sudden transformative feeling, as if I were shortly to be emerging from madness.

Tremendously unsettling experience: talking about your problems with a friend on AIM and then discovering that you weren’t actually talking to said friend at all, but to someone involved in the whole problem, albeit indirectly. Suddenly feel crushingly exposed.

LA Barbelith regulars may remember me in this particular outfit when I met them outside a café in February: What the Mirror Project Found.

I’m weirded out. Max is sodding off abroad in a week. Which weirds me out. Don’t normally talk about him here, but I’ve decided this is different. Maybe it’s not. He might send me an e-mail I suppose – telling me it’s not different. Hmmm. In which case I shall take it down. He probably won’t send me an e-mail though. Have a nice time, old chap.

It’s official. Jeffrey Zeldman officially kicks fucking arse. As another expensive online project folds, so the little man takes a stand:”The Web is not in trouble. Big businesses are, when they think they can own or master it. Bye-bye, Big Content. Adieu, global agencies. Thanks for stopping by. Now step away, and let those who’ve always understood this medium
take it where it needs to go.” [the rest of the article] [the godlike Mr Z]

How can I go forward when I don’t know which way I’m facing? How can I go forward when I don’t know which way to turn? How can I go forward into something I’m not sure of?

How can I give love when I don’t know what it is I’m giving? How can I give love when I just don’t know how to give? How can I give love when love is something I ain’t never had?

You know life can be long, and you got to be so strong and the world is so tough sometimes i feel i’ve had enough.

Today on Barbelith: The Death of Pop – “More than anything else, this is what’s killed pop – a self-consciousness has crept in, a knowingness that’s half decadent and half neurotic.”

American Beauty score on the stereo, sitting in a duvet looking out of the window at the sun on the trees, tapping on a keyboard. My teeth feel unbrushed and uncomfortable, my mouth is dry, my leg keeps bouncing and I’m reading about humans and psychoactive drugs.

Dan has been obsessing about the new movie AI for ages – to the extent of creating a whole community for the film and the online game. I’m finally beginning to realise why – the New York Observer’s review is astonishing.