Glastonbury live webcam and weather 2008

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Stolen Earth

I've only just viewed last Saturday's episode of Dr Who, and its a great ramp up for the two part finale.

Throughout this series there's been various disappearing planets (and bees) and I guess it will be the earth's turn to get stolen on Saturday unless the sonic screwdriver saves the day. I reckon it'll take Dr Who, all his recent assistants, plus Sarah-Jane Smith and the Torchwood crew together to figure this one out.

I don't even know which parallel universe we are in now, because there seems to be at least three judging from the last episode.

I'm wondering if we've all been watching the series from a different timeline (perhaps since Donna's beetle arrived in Pompeii) and maybe the oft mentioned haunting Medusa Cascade will be used to reset everything.

Otherwise its just too suspicious that we're back once again with a renegade Master and a collusion of probably cloned daleks - perhaps we'd better call for Richard Dawkins to help us with the genetics and work out the significance of the red one.

Someone will probably end up being followed into the dark. Make a parallel space behind the sofa before Journey's End.

(above) My quick mix of death cab for cutie with the trailer...sort of works

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ЛОНДОН МОДЕЛИ

Clothing and backpack optimisation for next weekend's muddy music includes taking thin clothes that fold into their own pocket.

Admittedly, the creases take a few minutes to dissipate when worn.

My spies tell me that this appearance is the basis of the 2009 fashion collections, which are striving to create crumpled look straight from the hanger.

Now, where's my collection of Russian badges?

reflective

The scratches are nothing.

A few days of exhibitionism buffed away leaving only those that share the secret of the narrow moment. It could have made the longest day seem even longer. They say walls have ears; sometimes they have talons too.

Better this narrow scrape put to experience and then a move along. We'll flaunt the situation next weekend, maybe a flower to brighten or even to conceal. It will add to the muddy demeanor of sitting together in fields holding the sky back with our outstretched hands.

For now, its about making things shiny.

hop

Sometimes there's a complete unpredictability to events and the last couple of days have been somewhat like that. Agility and an ability to hop over minor obstacles comes in useful as does some flexibility in calendaring.

Such randomness is a key element of a rich experiential world. I'm deciding how much of today's unfinished plans can be wrapped up neatly with a bow whilst I offset them with other adventures.

We shall see.

clonk

The old and trusty Powerbook 12 has had a touch of the clonks for a couple of weeks now. It displayed the little sad folder picture akin to the sad ipod picture that many have seen.

Its not my machine, but I helped fix it, the first time by the time honoured switch off - wait - switch on and astonishingly it went through about thirty minutes of unprompted disk recovery and managed to sort itself out.

As a usually quiet but intensively used machine, it was obvious something more fundamental was wrong, because the disk was now clearly audible as it searched around for files. A few days later the sad folder appeared again, and another similar repair once more rescued it. Cue CCC Carbon Copy Cloner and a couple of hours to copy everything to a replacement disk (the old one from my Powerbook 15, if truth be told).

Half an hour with screwdrivers of the right sort and the case was popped open, the old disk extracted, the new one popped in and then a trial re-boot with it still in pieces. I'm pleased to say everything works. Another half an hour to put it all back together and hopefully this already rather battered machine will continue to run.

mind jump experiment number 1

I thought I'd experiment with some of the Mr Y ideas.

Let's see if the mind jump works.

This is my own variation of the experiment, borrowing a couple of moons from Mars.

Get close to the screen and stare at the big black dot.

If the smaller one starts to disappear then its beginning to work, if the grey specks disappear, then its closer to working. If the black dot starts to get bigger you can probably mind jump.

You'll feel refreshed afterwards in any case. And probably want to try it again.

slope

Sometimes it's all about perspective.

I've spent this week red-lining whilst sinking backwards into an expanding pile of tasks.

I know the theories "A I R" (Action Information Read); "Only handle it once"; "Urgent vs Important"; "Work in the long waves"; "Prioritise"; "Say No" ; "Make a list"

Sometimes things still sort of sneak up from the shadows. It's knowing where to look.

at, through, past, over, under, away, into, behind, ahead, elsewhere, here, there, then, now.

I suppose I usually look forward.

There is fun going forward.

they lied to us

...this was supposed to be the future.
Where is my jet pack?
Where is my robotic companion?
Where is my dinner in pill form?
Where is my hydrogen fueled automobile?
Where is my nuclear powered levitating house?
Where is my cure for this disease?

the end of mr y

I'm reading The End of Mr Y at the moment, where the somewhat penniless Ariel gets involved in thought experiments and physics on behalf of a missing professor. There's bits of Schroedinger's Cat, Derrida's post-structuralist de-centering of the intellect and a chatty, modern form of narrative style. In case some of that sounds barmy, perhaps it is; I don't know yet as I'm only about 40 pages in, but its certainly a good read.

I like the process by which I acquired the book, too. I'd had it recommended. Then someone said I may receive a copy. I didn't, so I added it to my list of things to buy. Then, prior to a business meeting nearby, I was alone in a book store coffee shop, reading a newspaper, which I'd bought earlier. "Special Offer" it said, only "£2.99 at WH Smith's". I had ten minutes before the meeting, so left the bookstore (past a pile of the full-priced books), and around the corner to the nearby WH Smith's. Yes they had it. Yes I could buy it for the special price, but I had to buy the newspaper again. I argued, but then asked the assistant to re-swipe the newspaper already in my possession.

In the cosmos of this book's narrative, it sort of feels right that the book was discovered and earned in this way. Reading the first couple of chapters would explain this further. If I'd seen the prototype tardis outside the book store sooner, then maybe I could have re-arranged the sequence and saved a further 80 pence.

vivienne westwood

A few minutes to spare today, as I passed the Vivienne Westwood exhibition, so I thought I'd stop in for a look. As I arrived, I was the only visitor, although by the time I left it was getting busy.

Westwood designed the emblematic punk rock era clothes, but as one looks at this extensive collection, it is evident that it takes real effort and design to look so casual.


There's layering and tailoring from the most raggedy punk anarchist clothing to the well behaved and highly tailored love jacket of her later work. Fascinating to step through the eras of Pirates and Protestors, through Regency and Victorian tailoring ideas all the time evident that this is the work of a thoughtful seditionary.

sounds of a city

Another city today and have been listening to the sundry sirens and background noise.

I suppose I'm used to London and perhaps didn't expect so much 'blues and twos' activity around here. From where I'm staying there is a sort of natural 'bowl' and perhaps the sound is just carrying around within it. Individual sirens seem to go on for ten minutes whilst moving around the area.

Either that or there's more emergencies here per hour than I've experienced in other places. Its actually early morning when I write this and I've had sound from sirens, drunks, sirens, loud revellers at 2am, more sirens, dawn.

Tuesday will be fun.