The Real Macy

This is the real, grey, Macy (Macy Grey). Still lost as far as I know but should you encounter him you'll know him by his highly skilled whistling. What a talented fellow. I hope his owner can get him back home soon. Anyway it's all gone quiet ...

Owl Hunt - The Explanation

SQ Bowling Club has spoken: Turns out the suspected whistling owl was indeed and after all a whistling parrot called "Macy". Macy is still at large. This is really happening right now and we're all hoping for a happy ending when Macy somehow makes it back home. I was hoping that Macy might have turned out to be a rare, mythical Norwegian Blue rather than a Tawny Owl but it's neither thing. It's very green.

11:00 Friday - still out there somewhere.

Owl Hunt

This photo may contain the image of a Tawny Owl but it also may not. We are currently being bothered and entertained (there's a fine line) by what may well be a rogue owl but it's too early in the investigations to be sure. Somebody did suggest a rogue parrot that may have escaped it's cage in the nearby village of Kirkliston, according to FxxxBook, if you can believe anything there. 

The thing is whatever bird it may be it's certainly a persistent whistler. Tuneful, fluent and almost human sounding, often in the style of Roger Whittaker and to add a little drama it's whistling away all night and during most of the day. Apparently Tawny Owls can mimic human whistling so that brand of owl is now the prime suspect.

The sound is currently coming from somewhere in these trees to the south of our garden but being a bird it's pretty mobile; who knows where it may end up next? So far the local bird population has made no comment on the impact of the new arrival. If it's an owl I rather fancy it's chances.

Elusive/Ethereal

Sometimes you just want to quietly plunk away on your old guitar and space out into the elusive, ethereal sounds of the wider universe without bothering about what the local AI band down the street might be playing but then you realize that you just didn't reckon on the full disruptive power of the cat kingdom being set against you. Anything worth watching on TV? 

Incidentally the leather guitar strap pictured here is now 53 years old and was made for me, by an apprentice pal who was working in the legendary Rosyth Dockyard at the time. It just might be the my longest lasting/oldest surviving possession strangely enough. 

Chestnuts, Walls, Zoe, Live at Leeds

Things may never be the same again, we're back to having these (old) chestnuts on the menu. Was it some chance happening that led to my simple submission being published in the infamous cookery book entitled "How not to cook" all those years ago? I'll never know but the Christmas chestnut incident had almost been forgotten and we've now returned once again to that shameful (?) and familiar territory.

Sore back? Why not try a bit of this? Fixing a wall where the rain doesn't actually come in, but it stops my mind from wandering. Always remember; 5 sand to 1 cement for mortar. Cat added for scale.

This roasty, toasty cauliflower was rather nice. Recipe by Zoe. Execution (what a word!) by Ali.

Currently listening to this old banger whilst driving around in my own old banger. Not really a wise thing to be doing at my time of life. 

Retro

At a certain age, mine quite possibly, you feel a certain kind on uncertainty about and mild dislike for things that are a bit too ... modern. Somehow they're not quite right, whatever that means, but you mostly get on and use them, even enjoy them just the same. But then you may also reflect on what appeared to be simpler times and so that gradual descent into some jaded form of aged chaos begins and very slowly picks up speed. Except it's not actual speed, more just drifting idly in some vague direction.

Then along comes stuff like Retroshite and old, battered, but still strangely attractive cars are offered up in a cheap and unglamorous raffle and worse still you can remember thinking how these cars were once familiar sights on the road and, even worse, desirable. The shabby MGB above being a good example, albeit it's not in a great colour (British Racing Green is the best). So what's an old bloke supposed to do?

I might just go for that harmless looking Alfa Romeo 146. I know I've no real chance of success, which is probably a good thing.

Responsible Citizen

There's something going on around here, luckily I'm a responsible and fairly honest citizen so I think I'm reasonably fit to judge things as I see them. As a result I can exclusively say I'm still disgusted by pretty much all the things that I've been disgusted by for a quite a while now.

Nice to catch up again with coldwarsteve's output. Unfortunately nothing that is being observed and commented about has changed. Real power lies elsewhere, well beyond our reach.

Image Problems

The shortest clip with a few views. No idea why. It's a pretty meaningless little snippet. I'm puzzled, which is quite normal.

This is parked here as a hedge against those days when the fates work against us and uploads break (it does happen), some script fails or there's an update and the whirring, grey machine just stops. When you rely upon things you don't pay for then you forfeit the right to complain. I'm mostly OK with that.

By the way the bright light isn't last night's meteorite.

Stuff

The last few posts have really just been pointless little rants about things that I certainly can't change but it's still worthwhile for the momentary dose of self soothing therapy that follows. By way of an alternative this post is almost about nothing in particular just odd photos that I took recently and my observation on AI use: 

In the past I was leaning into AI for picture creation but I've gradually evolved away from that. Funny how recognizable and mildly irritating AI artwork has become. A year ago I was thumping out videos, little animations and "artwork" based around the mostly free, image generating platforms that are out there. It was cheap fun and it filled the spaces but looking back it's all a bit hollow and unsubstantial. It dates surprisingly quickly too, like some experimental fad that you go through that leaves an awkward stain on your life. 

I'm not saying I'll never use it again but for the moment I'm on a break, perhaps I'll catch up later. I think that when I heard a few AI generated music recordings, full band and vocals etc. I decided that taking a step back might be a good idea. Also there's been a lot written about what is basically the ongoing learning plagiarism unrestricted AI carries out and I can see how it may have a detrimental influence on real human creativity. Anyway ... for every action there's always a reaction and the AI Pandora's box is certainly wide open now. By the way this isn't rant, AI (when not aping artwork etc.) has loads of other worthwhile applications.

But what about all the extra electricity needed to keep the hungry processing machines going?

The Balsamic Vinegar People

 "My people were fair and had sky in their hair but now they're content to wear stars on their brows." Simpler times according to Marc Bolan eh? Hard to think of Glastonbury and not reflect on times past when festivals were a muddier, dirty mess where you bought your ticket from a farmer at the gate whilst carrying a ragged tent and six cans of pre-ring pull beer.  From then on things just got more messy and disorganized but you'd eventually hear, perhaps even see Hawkwind, Gentle Giant or Thin Lizzy before passing out behind the burger van. Then the Thames Valley Police Force turned angry for no obvious reason.

Your mum and dad had no idea if you were alive or dead or even where you might be cos' you didn't tell them you were going. Eventually you'd hitch hike home, penniless and bruised but happy. Apparently now Glastonbury is full of shiny, privileged "Balsamic Vinegar" people waving flags at a stage a mile away, hoping for a glimpse of a legend and enjoying beans and pulses served in sustainably sourced containers but nonetheless having a good time despite the prospect of all the terrible traffic there and back again. 

The BBC screenshot above is from their main news page. Even in a crazy world like this there's something annoying about finding Glastonbury's "so called" news full and frontal everywhere at this time of year. Nothing else important must be happening on the planet. The narrative that's pushed of the over-egged social significance of various performances, statements and behaviours, is odd and to my mind totally misplaced. I say this as a pro-Palestine, pro-justice, pro-human rights, pro-whatever the fuck, old fogey. I just don't think Rod Stewart's remarks, Paloma Faith's views, Kneecap's stance or fan criticism about singers lip syncing or auto-tune use, warrant headlines and exhaustive coverage. 

I will forever dislike the jabbering positivity and "in a bubble" antics of the well manicured presenters - we need a break from this. Just let the festival(s) be without all this exhaustive curation and analysis. It's obviously going to be good and bad in places and artists will act like dickheads but there's a least 60 million people on this scabby island who are not there and maybe not at all bothered that you missed Wet Leg or Billy Bragg because you were stuck in the queue for some hot stone, colonic meditation. 

Yes, it's all pretty predictable stuff at this time of year but perhaps we'll get Glasto tickets from the festival fairy in 2026 and maybe discover what really goes on.