structural deficit

Complicated short distance travel plans today zig-zagging around Whitehall and Parliament Street and then later across into Berkshire.

Being so close to the areas frequented by politicians, there was some gallows humour in conversations about the latest round of political suspensions mixed with speculation about the new buzz phrases in tomorrow's budget.

But earlier, before most of the trains, cars, walks and taxis, a calm few minutes gave me a chance to watch Trafalgar Square waking for another day.

Alas, I cannot watch

Out late for a Chinese meal tonight, with some of the gang. We had one of those big round tables with a huge turntable.

Inevitably some of the plum sauce had a mishap.

Home late to find a little package containing the new Laura Marling album, complete with the DVD.

Which doesn't play. Grrr.

Anyway, I found the recording of "Alas, I Cannot Swim", from the concert we attended at St James Church, when the then blonde haired Laura was 18 years old.

Gun Wharf

Time to celebrate the start of Spring today, as the weather flipped from yesterday's grey rain to today's crisp sunshine.

There may have been a chill edge to the air but it was still fine to head to the waterfront, browse amongst the boats before a few of us enjoyed a late lunch together.

Then back to the creek where we watched the tide turn and a few swans fighting for their territories.

A lazy Sunday before a busy week.

i can hear the grass grow

A groggy Saturday morning as I've been stumbling through newspapers and drinking coffee before we hit the road to visit friends for the weekend. The rain has turned to a 45 degree sleet and everything is looking grey rather than the sort of bright rain of April showers and Spring.

Nonetheless, the grass, snowdrops and daffodils will enjoy it.

From looking outwards, my attention is then drawn back to the kitchen and the small coffee maker which has just recovered from its broken glass.

I can't help noticing that a once minimalist item now sports two A4 pages worth of warning notices in multiple languages about handling it and that it may contain hot liquids.

What? Why? It's a glass coffee maker.

Does anyone read all of this small print etched onto the glass? I think not. It's there because some lawyers have decided its necessary to comply with regulations and liability. A form of industrial graffiti. Set it in CAPITALS and it will be fine.

The last one broke because it was made of glass and we dropped it.

It didn't say anything about that in the small print.

stuff! you need to know

Keeping a bit of a film theme running this week, I'm delighted to report on the success of fellow blogger Daniel who has just been to the premiere of - yes- the Julian Kemp film in which Daniel plays the lead actor's best friend.

Kudos. Cue fanfare!

V - that's Daniel in the movie - V

It's screening this week and there was some proper red carpeting at the ICA a few days ago. And it's a pukka Paramount Pictures movie with quite fancy advertising, based upon philosopher-writer Alain de Botton's book 'Essays in Love'.

Check out the excellent trailer...then go visit Daniel's blog!

...and I also know that elephant.

just add politician

cup of tea

sofa

no crowd surfing

poll poll variance question

Around the City today as well as creating some presentations.

The PowerPoint also needs some numbers so there's been some spreadsheeting worked in for good measure.

Strangely, Excel has forgotten how to add up. The little Sigma control isn't working, so when I'm trying to add up certain rows of numbers, it keeps returning a value of zero.

I've restarted Excel and rebooted the PC but to no avail. As this is a primary function of spreadsheets, its a trifle annoying.

It's as if the spreadsheet has decided to not tell me the answer. Its probably like the various election related opinion polls being published at the moment.

Since the 11th of March I can spot about 6 or 7. The results generally show a Conservative lead, but it varies from a 13 point lead in on on the 11th, to a 5 point lead in one yesterday. Or in a different poll yesterday, an 11 point lead. And sure enough, there's already chatter about whether opinion polls should be published in an election run-up.

Based upon the lack of consistency, its questionable whether these polls have a great deal of meaning. I hope they are also checking that their Excel is adding up properly.

cowboy bebop redux

I could hear a faint Japanese song playing somewhere in the darkened rashbre central, when I realised that I'd somehow left a DVD in the system on the menu loop. It was on a very low volume and sounded quite ghostly.

My guilty secret was out.

I'd been waiting for the (quite old) movie version of Cowboy Bebop to arrive after hunting it down and this had led into a short manga-fest whilst I'd been eating curry at home alone.

Many will be familiar with the early 2000s TV series, but I'd never seen this most enjoyable movie version, with one of those complex plotlines that twists and turns involving terrorist tanker explosions, nanobots and all manner of car, train and space cruiser chase.

I hear they are making a live action movie now along the lines of The Matrix, but Cowboy Bebop (basically about bounty hunters in a spaceship) stands alone as an action manga sci-fi set of stories, with some stunning graphics, plenty of good one-liners and some excellent humour. Here's the original trailer from the movie.

i speak because i can

I've probably listened to the first Laura Marling album 100 times, so its good to hear the new one is finally ready.

A few tracks have popped into circulation early notably the Devil's Spoke and Goodbye England, which was released as a single. The tracks in the online collection above are lovely and I'll probably listen to the new album another 100 times.

There's a link to the Times Online which has a good quality selection from the album to stream until the album is released in a few days time.

Click the picture above to jump to their site to enjoy or below for one of the songs from the first album,"My manic and I".

movie making interlude

Helping out with a bit of movie editing today in Final Cut Studio. The project has a one hour duration with probably 300 camera cuts involved and I've been putting them together for a DVD. It's really part of the bubbleandsqueek enterprises, and I'm just helping out, but its been quite interesting.

The toughest part has been to get the sound and action resynchronised because one of the cameras had inaccurate timecodes and everything was off by a variable amount from one to three seconds. I've literally had to count the frames to get it back in line.

That and cleaning up the sound which had some unfortunate traffic sounds in a few places that had leaked into the soundtrack. Some Soundtrack Pro editing and filtering seems to have fixed it.

Anyway, we've made a test cut of the whole thing at a very low resolution (in the interests of speed) and played it back through a big plasma screen and its looking pretty good. Now it needs the titles and some additional graphics added and then a massive re-render and then it will be a completed item.

The first cinema type screening is not for a couple of months, so we still have plenty of time.

movie title is a winner

I missed most of the speeches from the Oscars, and my hopes were pinned on this film, which seems to have somehow been at number 11 on the various lists of ten.

I'm sure that the sequel will do better so long as they remember not to include any card games and laughter. Thanks to britanick for this little gem.

"Catchphrase"
"Famous quote" : furious woman.
"Metaphor"

"naive yet inspiring statement as music gets hopeful"

Emilie Autumn in London

Farringdon for an early evening pizza and then on to the improbable shopping mall in Islington where the O2 Academy was hosting Emilie Autumn. It wasn't hard to spot the venue because of the large quantity of Victorian and gothic people standing in a well-behaved line outside. We decided it was better to head for the nearby pub and wait until the doors had opened for what would anyway be a standing gig.

Sure enough, a rich and hoppy ale later, we returned to an almost empty queue, somehow missing the separate entrance for 'O2 customers' which would have saved us all of five minutes but meant we missed the spectacle of those around us applying small hearts to their faces using various cosmetics.

There's a challenge for the style of production of someone like Emilie Autumn. An intelligent and talented writer and performer, with a strong eye for the theatre of a show, there must be some compromise to taking such an endeavour on the road. The premise of the show is a women's lunatic asylum and much of the writing in the songs is about the situation and the various tragedies as women were consigned to these places in Victorian times.

The show, however, takes on a bright and somewhat pink look at the situation, with jagged lyrics sung with a poppy twist. It is deliberate, of course, and provides an entertainment spectacle which probably has some parallels with the emotional dilemmas of the Victorian tours of the asylums.

So where's the performance compromises? Simply that this is a show with a major star outlook but being produced for what one assumes is a relatively small budget. The most noticeable adjustment is the lack of a full band, which makes some of the numbers run on backing tracks rather than performance. Quite honestly, there's many mainstream performers that do this anyway, we've all spotted miming on the biggest shows and some pop artists struggle away from the studio.

I'll still take this show as a big-hearted attempt to drive a full-on theatrical style experience. Good staging, a small cast of friends providing burlesque and circus style antics alongside the songs. It didn't all work and could probably have been condensed in length (around two and a half hours of non-stop performance) but I'll still take away the spirit from it as a strong piece of entertainment, if not a 'music gig' in the conventional sense.

Emilie Autumn is interesting in that there are probably various directions she can take her career and talent. Whilst relatively niche and unknown to mainstream, it was interesting to see a broad and diverse group of followers, from full-on fans in costumes, to burly rockers making the sign of the horns and people waving old school cigarette lighter flames in salute to almost Hendrix style violin solos.

Not a photographic evening for me, but there's an excellent set from the opening part of the gig by Taya Uddin posted in flickr.

I'll settle for this little poem here from Emilie.
Ghost