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3,218: Some more drawings

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Here’s a bunch of recent stuff that I put up on InstagramInstagram.

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"Please don't put me in the socket again"

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First attempt at a drawing of an awful human.

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Adalbert

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Mauerpark sketch

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Cyclist sketch

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Mauerpark

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Dance Yrself Clean by LCD Soundsytem

On this day
Orlando again, 31 January 2013. The “again” references this first drawing of Orlando

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Greek War of Independence

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January 31st, 2017 at 1:43 am

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3,217: Taking the dog for a walk

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It was the first anniversary of Billy’s death on Friday. It seemed like the right thing to do on that day to walk the route we would do every morning.

Obviously, I don’t live in the same building that I lived in back then, but that’s where we begin. An enthusiastic, excited dog would already be tugging at the leash down Buchholzer Straße. The most stressful part of the walk was always crossing Schönhauser Allee. Two cycle paths, and two lanes of traffic in both directions. Trams, too. He’d be really impatient here. Once we’d crossed the road, I would get the feeling he’d be ready to be off the leash. There was still another road in between us and freedom. But once we got to the wide dirt area alongside the sports field, he was free. At this point Billy was walking himself. He didn’t need me there. My role now would be like the rubber tyres next to a dock. Just there to make sure he doesn’t injure himself or something.

Unless I brought a ball with me instead of just finding sticks along the way. If I had a ball, the flat area in front of the sports hall was perfect. I’d throw the ball (usually a knackered old baseball), and it would bound and roll forever. Billy would pelt along after it, sometimes bringing it back, sometimes not. When I think of Mauerpark, it’s winter in my head. Not because it’s winter now, but because winter were the good times in the park. Fewer people, fewer children, less trash. Billy could be off the leash the whole way without having to worry too much.

At the other end of the park, it was time for the leash. He’d normally be calmer at this point. Tongue flopping out of his mouth. Ready to go say hello to the women in the coffee shop. Our coffee shop isn’t there any more (it closed in 2016), it was to the left of the coffee shop in the photo below. We’d go in there, I’d get a cappuccino, and if one of my friends was working, Billy would get some attention.

Billy’s walk was nearly over. Time for the human to start his day back at home.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Come Down to Us by Burial

On this day
Drawings of people in Harris + Hoole cafe, in Barnet, 30 January 2014

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Argos

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January 30th, 2017 at 1:49 am

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3,216: Embedding the week

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Sunshine, beard hair, and pencils

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lol

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At a time when the US president is planning on building a wall, a poster for a movie about a wall 250 metres away from where the Berlin Wall once stood

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Come Down to Us by Burial

On this day
From Mexico City to Punta Gorda, 29 January 2008.

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List of oldest continuously inhabited cities

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January 29th, 2017 at 3:16 am

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3,215: Morning views

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Guten morgen

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Bom dia

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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Hello sunshine

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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Previous morning views: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Love Myself by Hailee Steinfeld

On this day
Unfinished Sympathy, 28 January 2010. I remade the video for that song using screenshots from Google Street View. It’s a Flash thing, so I don’t think it’ll work on mobile devices. Soz.

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Dominican Republic

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January 28th, 2017 at 2:55 am

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3,214: Mauerpark and Falkplatz

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Nearly all the paintings I’ve done in the two months that I’ve been in Berlin have been of Mauerpark and the adjoining Falkplatz. There’s a couple of other things (one of a building very close to Mauerpark, and one of my favourite local bar) but in my head, they count as part of this series.

This ongoing series is something that I decided to do before I arrived back in Berlin and I’m going to allow myself to be glad that I’ve stuck to the idea. When I did the first two or three, I was sceptical that I would keep going, but I have and that makes me happy. Even though most of them have been on the blog before, I’ve collected them all here. There’s an asterisk next to the ones that haven’t been published on the blog before. But first, here’s a map of all of the painting locations.

Falkplatz Nr. 1 (2 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 1 (6 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 2 (6 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 3 (6 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 4 (7 December)

Falkplatz Nr. 2 (13 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 5 (15 December)

Falkplatz Nr. 3 (18 December)

Eberswalder Straße 10 (21 December)

Gleimtunnel (1 January)

Mauerpark Nr. 6 (2 January)

Falkplatz Nr. 4 (4 January)

Mauerpark Nr. 7 (7 January)

* Mauerpark Nr. 8 (17 January)

* Schwarzsauer (20 January)

* Mauerpark Nr. 9 (24 January)

* Mauerpark Nr. 10 (26 January)

* Mauerpark Nr. 11 (27 January)

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
The Box by Orbital

On this day
Billy. Today is the first anniversary of his death.

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Haiti

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January 27th, 2017 at 3:44 am

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3,213: Nordic streets

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I went to the supermarket to return some pfandflaschen (reusable bottles with deposits) yesterday. I wanted to get a few bits, too, but didn’t need a shopping list. I had words in my head. A melodic mantra.

Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk

When I got to the supermarket, there was someone already at the machine where you put the bottles. I was about to start putting mine in, then some dude with just a couple of them asked if he could nip in front of me. Of course you can, mister. But that tiny interaction mentally jarred the mantra loose. I put my bottles in the machine, grabbed my refund ticket, and cracked on.

Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt

I remembered I also needed mustard. I got the mustard first. Nearest to the machine. I got the wine. When I entered the supermarket, the queue at the checkout was quite long. When I got the wine, I noticed the queue was non-existent. Go for it, warrior! I went and paid. and it wasn’t until about 30 seconds out of the store that I remember I hadn’t got everything.

Coffee, yoghurt, something else
Coffee, yoghurt, something else
Coffee, yoghurt, something else oh what was it?
Coffee, yoghurt, something else for fuck’s sake

Rather than turning around and nipping back, I figured I’d have a walk to a different supermarket. Not too far. Not too cold out. A bit of exercise. All the inane things you say to yourself. I walked past an older woman who was gripping the neck of an open two-litre bottle of cola like she was a stereotypical TV show drunk character. In the second supermarket, they didn’t have the coffee I wanted, and their yoghurt selection was pretty poor. I remembered and bought milk, though. Oh well, there’s a different supermarket on the way home if I walk a different way. So I did.

Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt

Third supermarket: same as the second. Poor yoghurt selection, and no espresso. I got some vegetables there, cos I kinda get a bit paranoid that people might think I’m a thief if I go into a supermarket and walk out past the checkouts without buying anything. That behaviour is fine in a clothes shop or an electronics store, but c’mon, you always need something from a supermarket, you shady mother.

Three supermarkets down. I guess I’ll have to go to another one. Closer to the flat than any of the others. I could’ve just gone there to begin with, eh? But on this part of the journey, something clicked in my brain. Like when something says something unconnected to the case to a TV detective and that gets them thinking about where the kidnapper will be. I walked down a street named after a Danish city. Before the third supermarket, I crossed a street named after a Swedish city. A street near the flat is also named after a Swedish city. And there’s a big street nearby named after a city in Norway.

I…
Spot…
A…
Theme…

So I checked, and did a drawing of the Nordic streets.

Other business
I’ve had this in my mind for a while, and it came up again at the weekend, seeing the marches going on: “Love trumps hate” is, while a thoroughly commendable sentiment, an awful slogan. For one thing, there’s only one word in there that orange jabba himself would notice, and that’s not love or hate. And everyone else for that matter. Using his name in your bloody slogan might’ve seemed clever, but they were very literally putting his name out there at every Democratic rally against him. And again, it’s a commendable sentiment, it also might sound like a whole heap of hippy crap to certain ears that you wanted to vote for you.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Axel F by Harold Faltermeyer. Watching the video a few moments ago, the tedious term “simpler times…” crossed through my mind. I’ve never really questioned that term before. But, yep, what does it mean apart from “simpler times for me.” It wasn’t really simpler times. It was just a time when I wasn’t paying as much attention.

On this day
Ummm, 26 January 2010

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Devil’s Island

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January 26th, 2017 at 3:32 am

3,212: a

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I wanted to spend some time experimenting with basing a bunch of drawings on one shape. I chose the lovely shape of the closed counter of a lowercase Helvetica a. (I learned that term yesterday.)

Here’s the closed counters of eight fonts (all of them the regular font of each typeface): Helvetica, Verdana, FF DIN, OCR-A, Clarendon, Gill Sans, FF Info Display, and Cooper Black.

So, yes. Some playing around. Two girls, a kinda self portrait, los Beatles, butterfly, tulip, just a bit of overlaying of the shape, two birds, and one bird.

And while I was mucking around with Helvetica, an offshoot idea of the Beatles thingy above came to mind, so here’s three record sleeves with the type replaced with Helvetica.

Other business
While we’re on the topic, you might’ve noticed that the masthead on the blog has changed. It felt symbolic to me that I did something there. I allowed the blog to become a nothing thing, and now it’s not a nothing thing again, the top bit feels like a drawing done by a different Craig.

All three of the URLs up top now point here. Flipflopflyin.com/g and flipflopflying.com have always pointed here, but for a long time craigrobinson.com pointed to a portfolio of sorts that I failed to regularly update.

I’m currently (slowly) working on a redesign of Flip Flop Flyin’, and when that is done craigrobinson.com will point there, but for now, I was sick of it feeling wasted going to something really out of date, especially because there are other people out there with the same name as me who probably would’ve been annoyed seeing a dreadfully out-of-date site with their name on it.

Another thing that will happen, which ties into today’s post, is that here and in the FFF redesign, there’ll be a different default typeface that I’ll be using. Since about 2004, Gill Sans has been the main typeface I’ve used. It’s the default. It’s been used in all four of my books.

But Gill Sans, while incredibly lovely, is an English typeface. I don’t want an English typeface anymore. I want a European typeface. I want a typeface that reflects a change that has occured within my brain: European not English. It’s a prosaic, predictable, over-used choice, I know, but that doesn’t make it any less beautiful: Helvetica.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Safe and Sound by Capital Cities. No idea how that got in there. Don’t recall hearing it at all recently, and I had to google it to find out the song title and band name. This is literally the first time I’ve spent any time thinking about this song’s existence.

On this day
My story, 25 January 2013. I imagine if I re-did this research, four years on from the original post, there’d be a lot more My Storys to add.

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Penal colony

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January 25th, 2017 at 12:55 am

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3,211: Nature thingies

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Not sure where the idea for this came from, but it happened on Saturday afternoon. Actually, it might’ve come from the idea of the negative space in a lowercase Helvetica a looking like a leaf (or bird or whale). But the thought, wherever it came from, was of maybe doing really neat and tidy drawings with as little detail as possible. The rounded corners and simple lowercase Helvetica ended up dictating everything else. Once those two elements were in place on the drawing of the sun, I built a grid and a colour palette and stuck to it. It was an interesting exercise. You can see them all bigger here

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Come Down To Us by Burial

On this day
The Six-Day War (or maybe the War on Terror), 24 January 2012. A small bit of text about trying to quit smoking.

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Guy Fawkes Night

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January 24th, 2017 at 1:23 am

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3,210: Some recent drawings

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Dance Yrself Clean by LCD Soundsystem

On this day
Next steps, 23 January 2008. Looking back at the travelling I did in 2008. This was the point where I was finally realising that it was actually a little bit daunting.

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Worzel Gummidge

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January 23rd, 2017 at 2:06 am

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3,209: Embedding the week

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You cute bastard

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Tribulations by LCD Soundsystem

On this day
Summer of ’69, 22 January 2013. It was a one sentence post, so to save you a click, it read “If Bryan Adams’ Summer of ’69 were recorded today, the equivalent time period would make it Summer of ’98.” Which would mean that this year, it would be called Summer of ’02.

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Aunt Sally

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January 22nd, 2017 at 1:53 am

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3,208: Morning views

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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Good morning from the wonderful European Union

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Buenos días

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Morning

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Guten morgen

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A wee bit of artwork

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Life’s What You Make It by Talk Talk

On this day
Ohne titel 22-31, 21 January 2008

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Straw man

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January 21st, 2017 at 1:08 am

3,207: File > New > x21 > :-(

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Such a Shame by Talk Talk

On this day
Day one, 20 January 2011. The first day of my third trip to Belize.

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Red herring

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January 20th, 2017 at 2:14 am

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3,206: How many people should be in your band?

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Are you a musician? Are you in a band or a group?

How many people should be in your band/group?

Here’s a handy guide to the options available to you.

One
You are a one-man band. You will never be on Top of the Pops, you will just be a menace to pedestrianised areas of cities across the land. Stop it.

Two
The classic. Pet Shop Boys, Erasure, Yazoo, Soft Cell, Blancmange, Tears for Fears, Eurythmics, Wham!, Carpenters, Roxette, Sparks, Daft Punk, Suicide, Mel and Kim, Go West, Communards, Chemical Brothers, The KLF, OMD, Chas & Dave. Someone to look at, someone to do the other stuff. Let’s make lots of money.

Three
Not bad. There’s something nice about a three piece – that whole triangular vibe is good – unless they become really famous and play massive sports venues then there’s no real good focus point for a lot of people in the audience. Maybe this is just me, though, but it looks weird when the singer of a three piece is also the bass player. Can’t get my head around that.

Four
The Beatles did this. They probably didn’t invent it, but they invented it, like so many other things in rock music: getting into some Eastern religious stuff, splitting up, and Justin Bieber’s haircut.

Five
The Rolling Stones did this. Spandau Ballet did it, too. One of them played the saxophone, though: the worst instrument ever invented. Five is the outer limit of proper.

Six
Getting a bit much now. Do you really need six people in your band? It’s unlikely. If you are in a six-piece band, all stand in a circle and visualise one member of the band picking up his so-called “gear” and leaving the room for the good of the band, five of you are thinking about the same person, and the other person is praying it’s not him/her.

Seven
At least one of these people plays something yellow and shiny. Get rid of that person. You can hire one if you need one, which should be never (unless you are in a Mexican band).

Eight and up
You will never make any money because you will spend it all on plane tickets and hotel rooms. And in all seriousness: name more than one famous eight piece band. Slipknot? They had, I dunno, probably that amount. More maybe? It feels like Arcade Fire have some tedious amount like that, too.

Orchestras, choirs, Polyphonic Spree
Just think how annoying that must be. It’d taken four or five elevator trips to get the whole band down from the hotel rooms to the lobby.

So there you have it: fire everyone apart from yourself and a person who can stand next to you with a keyboard. You can thank me when you’re on the cover of Smash Hits.

A wee bit of artwork

Other business
The result was pretty much right-in-the-middle grey, but fuck the rest of us, right? We don’t matter. Take away my EU citizenship because you get all boiled up about being patriotic. Thanks, fuckers.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
3 A.M. Eternal by The KLF

On this day
150 brick tower, 19 January 2007. Related to this LEGO business: Mountain and Mountain II. Really should’ve done more of these.

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I’m entitled to my opinion

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January 19th, 2017 at 1:47 am

3,205: Jack Your Body

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Jack Your Body by Steve ‘Silk’ Hurley got to number one in Thatcher’s Britain on this day 30 years ago. What a choon. I was well into his remixes, pretty much buying owt with his name in brackets somewhere on the label. Like his mixes of Something Got Me Started by Simply Red, Tripping on Your Love by Bananarama, What Would We Do by DSK, and the best of them all, the utterly amazing Too Blind to See It by Kym Sims.

A wee bit of artwork

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Other business
Theresa May should’ve been dressed like this when she made her dreadful speech yesterday. Fucking wanker. It is astonishing that this is actually happening. It’s like letting the children vote on nutrition and forcing the rest of us to eat McDonald’s and gummy bears forever. Brush your teeth with Mentos, Tic Tacs, and Polos, you Remoaners!

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Emotions by Mariah Carey

On this day
No bugs, no tickers, 18 January 2007

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Circular reasoning

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January 18th, 2017 at 12:42 am

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3,204: Ten unconnected thoughts

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1. Why do we mime the words to songs when we have our headphones on? I mean, people sometime do sing along, but those people can be viewed in two ways: full of joy or a bit mental. But where is the joy in miming? I mean, I do it. You probably do it, too. Why? Why? WHY?

2. There has never been a pair of headphones that has drowned out the sound, (or indeed the vision out of the corner of my eye), of a beggar or chugger. They all know this. We’re not fooling anyone by pretending to not hear them.

3. Simon and Garfield.

4. Why aren’t sketchbook covers as plain as possible? Why do they have silly patterns or other people’s pictures on them? Chances of you drawing in same style are is slim to non-existent.

5. A wee bit of appreciation for keys. I was thinking about them recently when I was opening the door to the building. Such a small item that gives us a level of mental protection and actual protection from whoever.

6. Correct pronunciation of Adidas is ADD-idas. Not Ad-EEE-das like Run DMC say it. Correct pronunciation of Nike: not like I grew up saying it, rhyming with like. While we should be saying Ni-keeeee, it’s fun to think of other words ending in -ike pronouced that way. I’m going for a hi-keeee. I’m going for a bi-keeee ride. The wee Dutch boy put his finger in the dy-keeee. Three stri-keeees and you’re out. Mr Trump’s supporters are big fans of the Third Rei-ch-eee.

7. I like going to bed or waking up at iconic number times. Especially the house or techno times: 3.03, 8.08, or 9.09.

8. Every police/detective show should come, by law, with a DVD commentary from an actual police officer or detective to let us know how much of what we think we know about them because we’ve seen it on telly is actually just bullshit.

9. I wonder if there are any cigarette aficionado out there in the world.

10. Friendships are good: I like this person enough to want to spend more time with them. And they seem to like me enough to do likewise. Convenient.

A wee bit of artwork
It was cloudy on Sunday. Clouds were low low low, so they were covering quite a lot of the Fernsehturm

Fernsehturm and clouds

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Other business
Last week, I unsubscribed from following a lot of arty sites on my Feedly news aggregator. Colossal, Booooooom, It’s Nice That, that kind of thing. I always thought it was good to keep up with what other people are doing, but in the last year or so, it’s felt like a chore and an exercise that promotes self-loathing and bitterness. I don’t want to feel those things every day any more. And the way to do that was as simple as pressing the remove button. I no longer have to see what is popular or “doing the rounds.” And it’s helpful to simply not know if other people are doing thing vaguely similar to what I’m doing. I kinda hate it when people mention something like, “oh that’s a bit like X” or “I’m feeling the Y vibes,” and I don’t need to impose thoughts on myself. Two opposite feelings come out of that: a slight feeling of sadness, but also a feeling that I might be on the right track. It’s happened a few times recently. I don’t need it any more though. There have been times in my career when I’ve been more successful and more popular, but I kinda think that my work is a lot better now than it was in those days. (I mean, everyone thinks that, though, right? Maybe I’m entirely wrong. I bet Prince thought his albums of the last decade were better than his 80s albums, too.) But I like this feeling I’ve had for the last week, of not knowing what other people are doing. And to shoo away those self-loathing vibes for a while, frees up brain space to loathe Leave voters even more. They deserve my loathing more than I deserve it.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
TVC 15 by David Bowie

On this day
Not even trying, 17 January 2016

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Begging the question

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January 17th, 2017 at 12:18 am

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3,203: Blurry photos

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Ordinarily, I’d just delete these photos. But the other day, I looked at the ones I’d taken in Berlin all together. These are the crappy photos that get taken accidentally. Pressing the button before I’m ready, or when I’m putting my phone back in my pocket but haven’t closed the camera down quick enough. There is a beauty in them, I think, when they are gathered together.

A wee bit of artwork

Jizz Plate. Acrylic on polymer clay. If anyone has any connections in the bone china fine ceramics world: I'm more than willing to work out some sort of licencing deal for my hot and steamy plate vibes.

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Upper East Siders by Actrese again. Fourth time this month.

On this day
Well well well, in all the years of doing this blog (since April 2005), I have never blogged on a 16th of Jan.

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L’Hôpital’s rule

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January 16th, 2017 at 1:30 am

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3,202: Embedding the week

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Snow

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The American embassy

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Melting

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Other business
I bought some bird food recently. A bag of six balls of mushed together seeds and stuff called Meisen-Knödel which, the packet tells me translates at Fatballs. This, dearest of all readers, made me giggle for a not insignificant amount of time.

One of the fatballs was hanging from a nail on the wall of the balcony. I sat there looking out seeing no sparrow after no sparrow come and eat it. A massive feast was hanging there in sub-zero snowy Berlin, and all the spadgers were ignoring it.

Yesterday morning, I made coffee, walked back to the room, and saw a hooded crow (ie. a much bigger bird than a sparrow) on the balcony eyeing up my fatball. He took a coupe of jumps at it, stabbing at it with his bill. On the third attempt, he stabbed at it in an upwardly manner, dislodging it, and sending it flying down to the ground where it could’ve took someone’s eye out.

It didn’t take someone’s eye out. Instead, it attracted the attention of another crow and a couple of mighty pigeons. But the intrepid hunter saw them off with some crow noises and flapping stuff. An inappropriately saucy sentence follows this one.

Any bird that’s so enthusiastic about my fatballs is alright by me.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Yeah by LCD Soundsystem

On this day
Mexipops, 15 January 2006. It’s interesting to look back and see that this was kinda the start of the idea that became my Atlas, Schmatlas book. There’s a note on the progression of the concept a couple of days later. Six days after that, I’d done eight countries and the project was alive. Back then it was called the FFF pictorial atlas of the world. A mere year-and-a-half later it was called Atlas, Schmatlas and being heartily ignored by customers in book shops, partly due to the fact that noted funny Web site The Onion published their funny atlas Our Dumb World a mere three weeks later, thus, somewhat understandably cornering the funny atlas market.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Limit of a function

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January 15th, 2017 at 12:48 am

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3,201: Morning views

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Guten snowy morgen

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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Eh up

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
TVC 15 by David Bowie

On this day
Bullshit, 14 January 2008

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Half-life

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January 14th, 2017 at 2:49 am

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3,200: Sevens

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I’ve had this idea knocking around for a while, but at my old apartment in Mexico City, didn’t have an oven (just the gas stove part with a cupboard underneath which, now that I write it, seems pretty weird), but quite soon after arriving in Berlin, I saw loads of Fimo in the art supplies shop and got on the case. The idea was to make replicas by hand as close as I could to an actual 7-inch single. I had the correct dimensions of the record, the label, and the hole drawn out on a piece of paper, and used that as a guide. But I wanted it to still be totally freehand.

The reason for 7″ singles: it’s the perfect pop music format. It is small, it contains two songs, one on each side, and the labels and artwork are often wonderful. And ever since I bought Baggy Trousers by Madness in WH Smith in 1980, it’s what I think of when I think of buying music.

I also had a self-imposed rule: No fancy labels. The most evocative for me is when the labels are generic record company labels. When we think of a Beatles single, we think of the Parlophone design. So many record company 7-inch labels are wonderful and if you ar of an age where you grew up with them, you can visualise them immediately: CBS, Epic, Decca, RCA, Motown, etc etc.

The Fimo sevens didn’t turn out that great. I felt the idea was pretty good, but the reality of them, especially when varnished, was quite poor. The first couple I fucked up the varnish. A month later, they’re still sticky. These will go in the bin.

The third one was just rubbish. I didn’t flatten the Fimo properly.

I stopped varnishing them at this point. In one way they are preferable, but mostly they feel lifeless.

Time was very much of the essence at this point. The Bowie one was going to be an Xmas present. It was getting close to the day in question, and the varnish wasn’t dry. This forced me to think again. So I did a watercolour version. The tacky varnish was the best thing that could’ve happened because watercolour and gouache on paper versions is the way forward.

George died, so the next one was an easy choice.

After putting some of these up on my Instagram, I was commissioned to do a 12″.

I’d not really considered that before, but it turned out to be a wonderful idea. I got some 300gsm paper that’s thick like cardboard and got to work.

This is the only one where I recorded various steps of the process. It’s a wonderful record, too. I’m happiest with this one. And there will be more to come.

Other business
Walking through Hauptbahnhof yesterday, I was reminded of one of the things I enjoyed the most when I first moved to Berlin. I used to live near Ostbahnhof and I would love standing on the platform and looking at the signs telling you which trains were coming. Yesterday, I glanced up at the big board and the first names that popped out into my eyes: Amsterdam and Warsaw. I love European train stations. That the trains aren’t just going to somewhere else in the country, they’re going to other countries! And while the romance of train travel quite often fails to live up to the idea of it, looking at a board and knowing that I could just get a ticket and be in Budapest or Basel is still thrilling for me.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Warszawa by David Bowie.

On this day
Busy doin’ nothin’ in Oregon, 13 January 2009. Aaah, Oregon is lovely. I miss that place.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Nuclear fallout

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January 13th, 2017 at 3:36 am

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3,199: Doodling and not reading

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Here’s some watercolour doodles. I’ve not used watercolour a whole amount recently (I’ve mostly been painting with gouache), so did some doodling to get my hand in a bit.

I brought a book with me to Berlin. I bought it in Brighton last year (2015, I mean). It’s been right next to my bed in three different apartments ever since then. I’ve only read about ten pages of it. That got me thinking.

Other business
Watching Carry On Abroad the other night. First time in ages. I’d totally forgotten about Charles Hawtrey’s sunglasses. I had a quick look at the Wikipedia page on Carry On cast members, and he appeared in the third most films. 23 of all 31 of them. The only actors that appeared in more: Joan Sims (24), and Kenneth Williams (25). Enough of that, though. Check out these shades, dudes.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
A New Career in a New Town by David Bowie.

On this day
On me head son, 12 January 2006. Couple of photos of headgear that I bought on my first trip to Mexico.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Nuclear holocaust

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January 12th, 2017 at 2:22 am

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