Sunday, May 31, 2020
In the Font of Courier
Ordinary thoughts, mused enlightenments and confused travel recollections take on new forms and meaning when expressed in the font of Courier. One day this internet landscape that we now explore, ponder and abuse will be gone. There will be activists and those eager to preserve the delicate history of it all but, one day the developers will come. It will be ruined and laid waste to in some Biblical kind of way. Will any remnants survive? Not many, just the fonts, the brave new, slightly altered but still recognisable fonts. As for meaning? We no longer seek such a meaningless thing. The struggle continues.
Saturday, May 30, 2020
In the Font of Arial
Knowing not why I felt a strange compulsion to delve a little deeper into that mysterious world that had now opened up before me. I found myself in a place called "Lockdown Recovery - Phase 1", a special place reserved only for the actual geographical inhabitants of a land called Scotland. We were to be the first to fly free in a dangerous but necessary experiment or so they said. I confess that I was a little nervous, stepping out, raw and unused into this big space with free flowing fellow travelers, all regimented and safely apart, all fixed and focused on getting somewhere because, quite suddenly we were allowed to.
I didn't feel safe. Too hot, too hostile, strangely quiet and then there were the "other people". I was afraid. For the first time in a while I was in the flow of the traffic of greater humanity, and it showed. Advice can be taken or ignored it seems. No masks, chatting with open mouths, too close, not observing, possibly using non-household toilets and crockery, sidling up to others in queues, travelling as far as they liked to their second "holiday home" and justifying this because it was a warm weekend and the electricity meter needed reading. Hmm. I may never cycle to Dalmeny ever again.
Worlds apart: Phase 1 night-vision goggles used in broad daylight reveal the difference and it's almost like night and day.
I didn't feel safe. Too hot, too hostile, strangely quiet and then there were the "other people". I was afraid. For the first time in a while I was in the flow of the traffic of greater humanity, and it showed. Advice can be taken or ignored it seems. No masks, chatting with open mouths, too close, not observing, possibly using non-household toilets and crockery, sidling up to others in queues, travelling as far as they liked to their second "holiday home" and justifying this because it was a warm weekend and the electricity meter needed reading. Hmm. I may never cycle to Dalmeny ever again.
Worlds apart: Phase 1 night-vision goggles used in broad daylight reveal the difference and it's almost like night and day.
Friday, May 29, 2020
Andalusian Fantasy
Here's oor hoose stretched and reflected in the shiny arse of a car. It has a rather interesting and exotic Andalusian quality about it that fair makes me fancy taking the ferry to Tangier or the bus to Cowdenbeath. Most things are, at their edges, more of an illusion than a real thing. Something that's both profound and meaningless.
Thursday, May 28, 2020
Grapes
In other news and in alternative and more reasonable universe I'm quite liking how these grapes have turned out.
Other People's Work
For the record and to who it may or may not concern I tweeted this yesterday. It's clear (?) to me that this government's manipulation of strategy and constructions are, all in all, completely self serving and not in the interest of the people of the four countries that make up the UK. This is despicable and irresponsible behaviour. The PM has adjusted and smoothed his own public health strategy to protect his top advisor and so cover up his selfish conduct. Shameful and criminal in my view.
@bbclaurak@BBCScotlandNews@maitlis@Peston@BBCNews@BBCNewsnight
Anybody care about this?
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John Barclay
@Johnbarclay1
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Replying to @lokiscottishrap
Does he know that by changing #StayAtHome
to #StayAware to save the #SuperDryGollum he has created possibly the biggest UK political and criminal scandal of modern times?
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Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Distorted Vistas of the Heart
Spent most of yesterday giving myself doses of good advice by saying things such as "calm the fuck down" and "it's just the usual Tory shit show", but that doesn't really help because I've never actually taken my inner voices very seriously. Time travelling social media coupled with the staccato intervention of random and irrelevant news clips and opinions from unreliable sources drives the day along as if powered by crack cocaine and nitro. Not a safe or useful mix. I'm flipping between the reputable and the untrue, I'm just not sure which is which.
The only easy answer is to plant out seedlings or cook food (not at the same time). You undertake these tasks very slowly and deliberately whilst, in between stirring, mixing and chopping, staring bleakly into those coloured up styles of distorted landscapes and vistas that make no sense whatsoever. The rub being that this is exactly the same as much of the so called real world at the moment. Then, as days pass and you adjust to the speed in that brave new world of redemptive creativity, you can look out for signs of actual growth.
This is all plausible until you go out for a woodland walk and notice that the trees all have small serial numbers etched into aluminium plates and attached to their trunks and you wonder if: a) you've stumbled into an unused Disneyland back lot or b) this whole thing is just a complex simulation.
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
A Great Wave of Unbelief
Some say he is a genius but I'm not so sure: I suppose I believe some of what you say happened but I don't believe your explanation of events or the weight you apply to them. In your little universe only your rules count. Your exceptional is exceptional to you but may well be common to the rest of the world. What does normal look like? You are however unable to see or understand that, trapped as you are in that strange, binary world of single minded, simple needs and protections.
As for rules, of course they are wonderful things, guidance is to be admired and good practice encouraged, unless that it these things call upon you do something out with that comfort zone you enjoy, the privilege and the protection natural to your background. By birth you landed in that lucky position where life gave you support, choices and chances most don't have. You don't know any better.
You can't understand restraint, patience and trust. These are unnecessary things in the gilded grandiose prison that is your narrow and affected mind and they'd just get in the way. You have a purpose. It's never going to be your fault. You float somewhere above it all, the temple of the low man. It's the media, the law, those stupid people, the system, the big clunky structures of governance and those irritating people who disagree with you. Nice way to be.
Monday, May 25, 2020
Someone's Psychedelic Breakfast
Egg and banana pancakes.
Using the golden ratio, which is roughly two eggs to one large banana - so you can riff on that, do the following: Mix the eggs and banana up vigorously into a kind of egg and banana smoothie batter, this may take a little time and some elbow effort but stay with it. Heat up a suitably non-stick frying pan and plop a pancake sized dollop of the mixture in. No need for oil.
Buckle up any nearby saxophone and improvise freely for a few moments. Then turn the pancake, the downside should now be the upside and the upside should now be a pleasant brownish/golden colour. Resume your saxophone playing whilst what was the upside now cooks on the downside. Stop playing and using a fish slice style of implement (please ensure it is free from fish) remove the pancake and place it on a dish. Apply some golden syrup or whatever you like on pancakes. Eat and enjoy.
My work on earth is now complete, thank you.
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Over blogging?
Apologies for over blogging and over Tweeting this but it's simply the best, most meaningful, most succinct and relevant Tweet I've seen in ages. I say that as a one time Civil Servant who kind of knows the score. #RockTheFuckOn.
In troubled times
Yet another idealized cat picture set out in such unstable times, aloof and on a comfy warm cushion, oblivious to the troubles of the world and the blatant corruption that destroys and disturbs our political systems and swallows our sleep and resource. Nice to be a cat perhaps and lead such a simple, cozy life (unless the pet food food chain and the basics of all cat litter logistics and veterinary cover should break down in the current self-induced self inflicted mismanaged chaotic crisis running amok in the bizarre world of humans etc.).
Still Lives
Image by LB. |
Two sticks of rhubarb, harvested in the recent unexpected strong winds, captured flying in close and intimate formation underwater.
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Robot Fingers
Dear reader, another blog post in which I cheerfully and accurately predict things to come:
"In the near future all serious cases of Rubik's Cube Disease will be quickly and effectively cured by robot hands. I should add that the procedure will normally be carried out either in space, in a medium to distant earth orbit or at the bottom of the ocean, subject to cost estimates and normal expenses and approvals."
Not actual procedural or medical images. |
Stormy Saturday
Choppy waters, tanker rides the waves, old bridge stays steady, leaves blowing everywhere, branches coming down, winds swirling across rooftops and gardens, wet swipes of stinging weather. Saturday May 23rd 2020. Strangely peaceful to look out upon in these troubled times.
In other news: We have the most idiotic, ill-willed and incompetent Westminster Government I've ever seen. Each day some new piece of bullshit hypocrisy oozes out from their inner cesspit of deceit and failure. Argh!
Friday, May 22, 2020
No weddings, 3 fridges and many funerals
This is useful: How to stay apart, how to fall apart, how to trip over furniture, how not to see spaces, how to understand the relative mass of common objects as if they were sentient beings somehow following you down the street, how to be assaulted and possibly shoved off the pavement by the unruly behaviour of three very drunk and shouty fridges passing by, how to ensure random pieces of furniture running amok in the street do not cause you any harm, how to consider a 2m space if you have a limited knowledge of the metric system but have either been inside a fully furnished house or a branch of IKEA, how to behave in the company of both people and imaginary white goods.
How to navigate an assault course of mis-matched bits of furniture and appliances. How to behave in crowded areas if you think you are not a Covid-19 carrier or how to behave as if you might be one and therefore don't wish to pass your infection on to others. Finally, based on your experience of things around you, what is the size of the average bench, be it garden, park, gym, cafe, bus stop etc.?
Fly Tipping
More Green News: OK I'm a Fifer and wont apologize for that and this is probably not typical Fife behaviour but interesting and indicative none the less - some say that we are living in the "end times", a fact possibly proven by the UK being full of some prime examples of everyday common sense and all that. What can we U turn on next?
Fly tipping a caravan simply by leaving it on the pavement isn't a smart or sustainable move. So the recycling centres are closed as, I imagine, are the scrapyards and you simply must get that surplus caravan out of your driveway in order to make room for the new (to you) Renault some fucking thing or other you just bought on Gumtree for £750 whilst maintaining the correct social distancing. Nice job.
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Roses by any other name
I take my direction and inspiration from the Garden of Earthly Delights via Marie Osmond's heart wrenching "Paper Roses"' So here we have an avalanche of delightful, delicate petals returning to earth. Fragile. The Peony is the butterfly of all flowers. Gone before it's really here. As if to prove and remind that nothing lasts unless you take a photograph, then with technology it will last as long as the servers still hum and the wires glow. Memory fades too easily. Make the most of these moments.
Where the streams converge
We watched DEVS, all eight episodes, it's a TV show, it killed some time, it also killed time for some. You need to work that one out for yourself. |
State owned recreation hi-jacked by the private sector. In the dark, once the sun is on the other side of the ship we watch sci-fi, as if that would help. Theories and plots unfold in other fantasy worlds, parallel and strange in the private land inside their screen. We empathize, it's all that we've been programmed to do. We are powerless to resist. Somebody else wrote this stuff and those people are actors or CGI. Other people watch comedy or music videos. There is no single prescription that works.
Now we live only for the broadcast voice that will tell us of arrival, but we'll remain sceptical. There have been false dawns, sightings and promises. Facts that were not factual. So we continue to look out of the window for signs and into our own doubts and hopes for some daily chink of light or insight. There is little in the way of trust left. There needs to be a coming together, a convergence, a belief that we have made it. We're not there yet.
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Studies on the chipping of a tooth
This short post is sponsored by the sustained and slightly painful efforts of Bored Films of Canada, BBC60+(Arts and Crafts) and the Kelty Communist Party Community Garden. Thank you all for your efforts.
I've set about projecting this project of great cultural significance all around the actual interweb, starting here. This the ground zero. It's modest start but apart from it's (amazing) cultural significance (did I already say that?) it needs to be seen widely across the full spectrum of Scottish society so as to highlight the many victims of minor dental hardship struggling through this unholy but quite necessary ultimately health giving lock-down thingy. Which, as a polite reminder to one Sarah Smith none of us are "enjoying". By the way, my life saving appointment has tentatively been set for August the sometime of soonish subject to availability.
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Art 4 Sale
Creature slamming into mud: Rare opportunity to purchase a muddy rendering of a rare and remarkable wildlife scene, namely an unknown creature jumping into a pile of muddy material (details unknown) in the wild. Sound effects are also included, based on the authentic local dialect as spoken since the days of yore. Also in the presentation are a series of "speed lines" and of course and there is the mandatory cartoon duck discretely placed on the left to add a touch of comic realism. Serious offers only please. PO Box No. 99 Anytown.
Monday, May 18, 2020
River Forth etc.
Forth Bridge to Crombie Pier: Still in it's original packaging, a fully fledged chart illustrating all the navigational pitfalls and hazards that might be found in the mid/upper reaches of the Firth of Forth, circa 1950ish or earlier or slightly later but certainly not recently. Also included are significant details of landmarks and human settlements, some of which I may have lived in, some of which I may even have worked in during my long and illustrious career. All the local historical questions you'd ever want to ask answered on a single sheet of framed parchment. Not for sale.
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