South Queensferry Daily Photo

From Port Edgar: Broody skies over the bridges and breakwater. A cruise liner hides behind Inchgarvie Island, god knows what actually happens on these hulks but people pay good money for the experience. Being categorized as human cargo must feel strange. No lost footballs can be seen in the murky waters, just more murk. Behind us brave aquanauts struggle with paddle boards and a pleasure boat awaits eager passengers as they walk down onto the jetty dodging errant pigeons. 

Tomorrow will be just same except for the weather. Illegally parked vehicles may be fined or towed away so carefully enter your reg. number into one of the machines. If you've a spare £40k why not splash out on a locally sourced and rejuvenated classic Land Rover? You could also impulse buy a boat but that's not really recommended. Try a skillet breakfast from DTH instead and relax afterwards. Best and most sensible solution.

Garden of Leaves Plus ...

No matter what time of year it is our garden always has a carpet of leaves all over it. Seasonal variations of leafy content do apply. Some remain as slow forming mulch or are too difficult or messy to pick up, others make it into the brown bin which is therefore always full. Once there they're never seen again, Edinburgh Council have them in their mysterious grasp.

Ochilview football ground, a reasonable enough place to watch football and despite the name you'll not be seeing anything of the Ochil Hills from it, but that's not why you'd come here anyway. Football on a small scale and pies. Stenny pies are scoring a fair 8/10. A bright Tim Horton's is right next door if you're desperate for more variety.

A well appointed, pointed and painted Edinburgh gable end almost glimmers in the August sunshine. I like the patterns. Around the corner the Fringe money machine is out in full exploitative force with it's garish clowns, potential superstars and ensembles of perpetually touring enthusiasts and drama types.

Had to Happen

Photograph of a Canberra taken, naturally, from a (very low flying) Canberra.

Coffee Sports

 

Yes and Yes.

Blogging deconstructed. This is all cyclical. This is all it is. A feather in the wind. One day it's some mild and pointless 21st century opinionated and inaccurate rant that turns in on itself and slowly dies. Then maybe a daily photo piece that tails off into complete nothingness. This might be followed by a guitar gear review or a YouTube clip that has struck a chord - well measured shameless self promotion even. Cats are of course a regular feature, usually ours, though puppies were strongly represented a few months ago. Current affairs? Hmm, always a tough thing to get right, best avoided. Too much opinion imbalance and a lack of research and serious thought so it's just desperate filler really. Other people do it better. Why not feature a stolen photo from the Guardian or some cheap AI art?

Then maybe an absurd piece using some quirky existential angle before lapsing back into unrelated petrolhead drivel or a dish of the day recipe. Possible content is also a diary in real time or from yesterday or some made up day that never happened. Perhaps a poem that's actually quite badly formatted and written, because it came straight from the top of my head and was not ever edited at all. How about a few childhood memories on how Scotland used to be, how cruel school was and a few odd and ancient words using the East Neuk of Fife dialect? It'll never work. So I remain stuck with still staying safe with some chocolate bar photo and perhaps a silly comment about the weather ... what actual weather?

Knockhill Daily Photo

 

A very pleasant and sunny day at Knockhill racing circuit. Something that doesn't happen very often. I'm sitting on a grassy knoll taking aim. Everything is spread out before me. Noise, colours, dust and fumes. Petrolheads gather as the end of the world approaches and we all understand that there's nothing we can do about it. Even thinking about it is a kind of heresy. We're in the dumb zone. It's as if we all want to believe everything will stay the same when it clearly wont and so here we are. Conflicted but static.

Humans are not a sensible or a responsible creation. We (here in the old west) deserve whatever it is that's coming. This is unfortunate for the very many who don't deserve it. There are important beliefs and ideals many of us hold but we regularly take time out from them, just to do other things, for fun, things we like, travel and recreation, regardless of the consequences. We've had it easy up until now ...

Posh Porsche Pause

There are some fonts that you cannot easily buy.

(Upper vehicle image by the Ad_Professor.)

A Romantic Banksy

Before the rain came I used to think whatever it was I used to think. Those days are gone. They've been replaced by blanks and the exclusive and effective satellite dishes are now a grey memory. Urban animals can never roam freely. We stream visions of  fuzzy visions in alternative rivers of curated content. 

The ongoing relevance of Banksy is open to question, as is everything else. The unapologetic judging of the cash for spray paints and stencils, notoriety and content. You have to come to your own conclusions. 

So now that they've stolen the dish there will be no clear reception for the humble viewer. It's an environmental scandal but on a small scale. Will the wolf survive? Will anything survive? Who really stole the dish?

West Lothian Daily Photo

Without giving away the exact location of this vessel I can say that it's at least a 45 minute drive away from the sea or any serious body of water on which it might float. However if given the chance it's unlikely that it would float. Sometimes you just happen upon something and think, there's a back story here but I'm never going to know quite what it is or what set of circumstances led up to this "thing" being where it is today.

I often notice old cars up in driveways with grimy windows, body covered in moss, tyres deflated, grass growing all around. These vehicles haven't moved for years and never will. There are two Mitsubishi cars like that near to where I live, same model, one red and one white. Abandoned in plain sight and now reduced to useless and unintended garden furniture that's slowly rotting. 

What's the cause? Is it a death, depression, money troubles or just not caring anymore? Maybe these things just don't matter, maybe they're a common expression of human carelessness and so stay unseen, like litter in a Burger King car park, road signs obscured by vegetation or the trash on the edges of the motorway. It's there, we pass it by like it's really nothing to do with anyone. 

Don't Let The Bastards etc.

Be sure to like and share this post* if you've ever woken up in the morning with a bit of a buzzy throat but the sun is peeking through the curtains so you're mostly OK with the world but still harbouring a nagging thought: 

"They may take our winter heating allowance (not actually sure what's happening in Scotland though, time will tell) but they'll never take our egg chairs."

*Aye, right.

Below is a portrait (later in life) of the redoubtable Mr Albert Rennie Mackintosh Egg of Kirkintilloch, creator and inventor of the suspended garden egg chair. One of science's better leaps forward.

Umwelt

Art inspired by Umwelt*, up to a point: An over arching and inclusive term for all the unique environmental influences that might be shaping an individual's behaviour, or the environment as it is experienced by the individual. Forget common or shared experiences.

The word was introduced in 1909 by the Estonian biologist Jacob Johann von Uexküll (1864–1944) in his book Umwelt und Innenwelt der Tiere (Environment and Inner World of Animals). In phenomenology and existentialism it is the environment as it is experienced, also existential analysis, existential therapy and other mind numbing concepts if you dare. Compare Eigenwelt, Mitwelt. 

*From the German Umwelt environment, from um around + welt world.

First thing in the morning, the bathroom floor.

You focus on the mediocre.

You have been here before.

The middle of the day and you're on a sugar high.

You may need a drum kit and a hot air balloon.

Evening: everything in it's place and the world is at peace.

None of this will last.

Should you dare, close your eyes as if to sleep.

My world makes very little sense right now.

How are your dull little worlds doing?

Gentleman Ben

I'm not sure if he was killed off or cancelled or just rebranded because of some (obvious to everyone else) global branding issue. I don't keep up with these things, the world moves in mysterious ways but clearly the steadfast Uncle Ben has been deleted in both name and image. For the detached and discombobulated consumer like me it's kind of sad as I thought he was OK and that he knew his rice etc. all in a purely fictitious way. I feel I'm treading on thin and sparkly razor sharp ice here. 

What other advertising icons that we once knew, loved and misunderstood have met with a similar fate? The Milky Bar Kid, has he hung up his chocolate guns? Maybe the Michelin Man's gone flat too, and no I don't believe Britain should return to the values of the 1950s, hanging should come back, kids should learn tedious hymns in school or that at some golden point in time the British state was ever a just, honest and fairly run regime.

Green Harvest

This is art of a kind.

This is some kind of art.

Simple things.

 A seasonal diet with variations.

Fresh from the garden.

We have a degree of independence.

Small scale food security.

A stash of logs.

Solar power and water.

Compost heaps.

➕

The actual quantities are small.

Potatoes, peas, strawberries, apples, pears, plums.

Some are not really edible.

Berries - never sure about berries.

Not everything yields successful results.

Tiny creatures eat freely.

We call them pests.

Pests are just trying to survive.

Who are the real pests?

➕

We've no clear idea what we're doing.

Gremlin Cat

It's a few days ago now but Saturday's gig went well, it was good fun with a great crowd of people in for the night and ready to party. Hot and sweaty too. Any live set always has a few howlers and moments of less than perfect sound but we survive and move on. The fold back was burping in and out all because of some worn out leads being used ... my fault but I decided to blame it on the cat's arse or maybe her claws as she spent a fair bit of time rolling around in my box of cables earlier in the day. Replacement leads have now been received from Amazon's mega storage vault in Siberia.

My small corner and small set up.

Gig pics CBQ & EP.

Noise Gate

The people salute the rule of the noise gate: A cheapish noise gate has been installed onto the pedal board*. A blunt instrument some might say or even a waste of space but how else do you tackle the hum? Like guitar god tinnitus it's a disease without a proper cure. So we're perpetually chasing the hum, finding the source and then exterminating it, we hope. This futile pursuit is all guitar player's common mission. There are lots of suggested solutions; shielding, extra shielding, shielding tape, shielding paint, copper tape, expensive leads, higher quality equipment, better pickups, pedal board layout and sequence, going deaf, doing nothing and just giving up altogether. 

In truth you can only get so far because the hum will return as you increase the gain, treble, volume or add pedals and effects etc. I did think for a bit that humbuckers would buck the hum, strangely they don't really. A single P90 seems to work best for me at the moment; it's likely the universe will reverse the effect quickly and I'll be back with the full on hum. Rubber soled shoes might be the best next step, combined with a tinfoil hat and assorted wire cutters.

*This information is well over a week old but so what?

Amateur Agony Aunt

 Number one in what is probably quite a short series:

No.

The Hessler Nowik Liminal Conundrum

What does it all mean? New album of original music and soundscapes from Cloudland Blue Quartet, hear it here. There's a lot going on in the process of creation and naming of this album that I just can't explain. Please click onto the Bandcamp link above and all (?) might be revealed or you may well still remain somewhat confused. It's a great title anyway and I had a small amount of input by coming up with the original artwork (somewhat modified for the final product).

Live and Almost Dangerous

Happening tonight at the Leith Dockers Club in Edinburgh, from 8pm. Capital models are playing live. Free entry, reasonably priced booze and some pretty fine, eclectic electric music for the heart, mind and soul. You can dance if you want to.

South Queensferry Daily Photo

It's 1400 at the Dharma Cafe and it has only four cinnamon buns and two sandwiches left to sell - will they be sold before closing time? Everything is up in the air as the contractors arrive to dig into the cobbles. Would you rather have three corgis or three kittens to look after? Wrong answers only. The weeds are getting out of control according to experts and residents. Somebody, about whom we know nothing, appears to have fallen over in our garden and then escaped, hopefully none the worse. Many consider the repairs to the pier to be a bit of an unfinished project. After a while people don't think that queuing for ice cream on a chilly afternoon isn't a strange thing to be doing. Elsewhere the stonemasons have finished their dusty tasks so now it's over to the painters to paint. For others sitting outside Orocco Pier on a metal seat with a pint of beer isn't really a good look, hardly Parisian chic or Barcelona style but it's all that's available to us here. Never actually done it myself. There was no cruise ship in yesterday so the bagpipers are unemployed again. Meanwhile in the garden of earthly delights we give the peas a chance and observe the alien mutants in the undergrowth.

Mini George

Big George meets Mini George, his ceramic doppelganger. Mini George is not so active and demanding as his larger double and needs a lot less attention. George, the big one, should really have been called Steve, as in Steve McQueen. He is the great escape artist in our clutch of cats. Up and over hedges, fences, gates and then getting stuck in precarious spots apparently in need of urgent rescue ... then not.

How it Started

A sequence of events and another how it started v how it all resulted in tragedy post: and in the end quite obviously summing up how it's all not really going so well in the here and now. The unintentional consequences of tampering with things that should be tamper proof but aren't. Illicit tampering changes lives and history to the point where you just can't get as comfortable as you'd like on your own version of some random but tasteful (pink?) couch anymore. We are all hapless victims as far as AI is concerned ...