Gamester

 Caravaggio's gambler still has cards to play, unaware that Holbein has another scenario in which a gamester is comprehensively seized.

Yet, sadly, playing blind against an unprincipled mobster can lead to any outcome.

pew-pew-pew

An advert (below) today, inserted into my information stream. I guess it's been generated by Artificial Intelligence. I usually use a VPN and other ad filtering measures, but this time I was in a hotel. I can remember that the same 'intelligent; advert systems also placed me in impossible locations.

Oh Well.

Dark : Approaching completion

Volume Three of my latest novel in the series is now almost complete. The sequence goes Cosy, Church, Dark. Early feedback on this part is well, that it is dark.

I've still to get it ISBN'd and published, but at least I have the cover art. It will be about 270 pages when it's ready.

blue submarine splash down

I've been off t'internet for the last few days but return to find a distinct waterline as the latest punditry from the UK seeps in. Newsfeeds to plumbing firms are sending advertorials awash with their splash coverage. It's difficult to avoid that sinking feeling, but also to slightly marvel at the depths of a man in shrunken Henry Herbert trousers wallowing in tradition as he disappears down a party plug-hole.

Emperor's clothing

 

Oh dear. 

{Fade to red}.

It's all too much

I knew it. A hat tip to the Prisoner in that 1960's episode of Doctor Who. Jukebox {Check} Austin Powers moment {Check} Beatles royalties {nope} 

As Dangerous Bacon says:  A silent admiration for the boys in the Beatle boots Had turned me on to C,F & G 

Strawberries and Abbeys

Some might ask, "Are we nearly there yet?' Here's The Strawberry, outside of St James Park. Convention says no apostrophes. Now Saudi-owned, they plan to make the lop-sided, road-blocking stadium even bigger by rotating the pitch through 90 degrees. 

They are not allowed to spend their piles of Saudi cash on the players, so instead make the high-capacity ground even bigger. All good clean fun? It's a long road to 2034.

 After a few beers, it's time to hit the trail. back to sleep among the flight cases. I'll be considering how to transition back to blog-posts, which have been the rashbre central tradition since 2005 

https://rashbre2.blogspot.com/2005

It's a scary thought, that I originally produced these posts as a social experiment, before most of the networked systems were even available. My original rules were: ten minutes per post. A photo and some text. Stay positive. Any topics except 'work'. 

It's kinda worked.

And so, if Newcastle was my road-trip destination, then these emails should also finally stop. Maybe on the way back. Here at tonight's summer-time stop. 

Enjoy. Fun going forward.

Backpack and Talent

 

The fellow traveller was the colours of the road.  All their clothes and accessories had a hint of Northumbria which told the story of a route well travelled. I found myself the other side of a potential conversation but hesitatent to avoid that possibility of discomfort.

I could sense myself being evaluated in a similar way. 

Say something about the weather. Then an affirmative reply that wasn’t too off kilter. This was a lone walker of the Pennines who had reached Kirk Yetholm early and decided to explore some of Hadrian’s Wall.  I knew I sounded surprised but the explanation of their return to Lancaster clarified the logic of their route.

I could compare my ancient journey on a similar route and notice that the equipment hasn’t changed much. Lightweight tent. Roll of compressed foam. Mini sleeping bag. Nothing loose to carry. We smiled as we parted company. A shared experience 40 years apart. Human to human.

Then I’m in Gateshead. On stage is a small sound booth; inside it sits a woman The Talent., Gemma - Alone. She is a voice-over artist. 

Off stage, in a space never seen but only heard, two disembodied voices ask her to conjure different voices for commercials, self-help audiobooks, meditation tapes, destination announcements, computer games, robotic tele scripts. She is top of her game.

But is she the powerful protagonist in her own narrative, building her's and our own reality - or is her voice being used to construct something more complicated? An audio debris, a vocal soup that, in a post-apocalyptic world, will continue to be heard for as long as there is electricity.

Like my chance encounter on the road, this Talent is s voice and human presence in the 21st Century. Where does the voice live? How will her voice live on, outside her body, if it can take on a life of its own? 

The Talent makes us consider the place of human voice in an increasingly cybernetic future.  

Text: Gemma Paintin, Deborah Pearson and James Stenhouse

Direction: Deborah Pearson and James Stenhouse

Scottish detour

 

So I overshot Carlisle. Ended up in Gretna Green. Bagpipes. Weddings.Tassels.

It was all too much. I needed to chill with some sheep, which were in casual superabundance.

Then along to Kielder Forest, where I saw magnificent osprey, through a powerful telescope. Their nest is about 2 metres square suspended on a wooden post.

Further to Hadrian's Wall where the local bus route rolls as AD112. Then to a familiar 14th Century medieval castle - note the Northumbrian flag



This will do fine until our next stop in Newcastle. We can even charge the Tesla on-site.