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3,176: Eberswalder Straße 10

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Quick one today, just a wee painting of a building on a street near the park. It’s fine. Nothing special. A bit dull, but I was forcing myself to do something other than the park. The park will stay the focus, though. I still like the idea of being focused on something that’s not overly pretty or overly interesting, something that is simply there in front of me.

It’s 18 x 24 cm. Gouache and coloured pencil on paper.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
After the Afterparty by Charli XCX.

On this day
Döner flamingo, 22 December 2009. This was a simple one. I’d bought a kebab, took it home, and at it off a plate. The mess it left on the plate looked like a flamingo.

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Mate (beverage)

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December 22nd, 2016 at 5:42 am

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3,173: Xmas

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This feels like a cheap post to do, but I’ve done plenty of Xmas-themed stuff over the years, and it’s not that easy to find* on the FFF site, so let’s have a wee look, eh? In chronological order:

* There is a redesign in progress, just not sure how long it’ll take to do. Hopefully it’ll be online by spring, though.

Fun fun fun: Christmas style (2000) was a follow-up to something that had been mildly popular. So taking the same idea of 10 ways to have fun, I applied it to the festive season. Pretty basic stuff, but I really enjoyed doing all of the Fun Fun Fun stuff.

This little doggy (2001). An illustrated story about a dog all alone in the woods at Xmas.

We wish you a Merry Christmas (2002) is just a piece of audio, chopping up words from other songs to send a greeting. Originally just sent to friends attached to an email.

The ex-mas tree (2002) is a pretty obvious piece of anthropomorphism.

Christmas country life (2002) is another thing that was just an Xmassy version of something else that existed elsewhere on the site. It’s fun to remember that the word (animated) GIF back then often referred to something someone had created, not just snipped out of context for yuks (I love that type of GIF too, but you know what I mean). It’s another bit of anthropomorphism, this time with a house.

FFF advent calendar (2003). I really was in my own little self-created world back then. I remember that being a nice place to be. It’s an advent calendar where the windows “open” when you pass your mouse over the numbers to reveal various things I’d drawn made Xmassier.

The Yuletide Owls (2004). This was my version of an Icelandic tale, told via two owls that I used to draw a lot called Pete and Bob.

Around Berlin (2005). A pretty cheap and easy one: just a bunch of photos around Berlin.

The man who loved Christmas porn (2012) was something that came about after listening to Dan Savage say something about how ridiculous it is, which got me thinking, there must be somebody who really likes it.

Wreath (2014). Lots of the apartments in the building I was living in at the time had actual wreaths on the doors. I did this to fit in a little bit. You will notice that there are no overt religious elements in there.

My favourite one, though, was from 2013: 25 December, 13 A.D., a story about one of Jesus’s teenage birthdays.

A wee bit of artwork
Ordinarily, I will read or watch several review-of-the-year type things. Not sure I really want to this year. We mostly feel the same about this right? I guess if you voted for trump or to leave the EU, 2016 must’ve felt like a pretty good year, but just typing those words makes me angry. I don’t want to have an article or TV programme going through it all again. So here’s my review of the year. Short and simple.

Other business
Have I Got News for You is still entertaining enough (never was a top favourite of mine, I still watch it though), but in the modern age, it feels a bit like old jokes cos we’ve all looked at blogs and Twitter all week where a lot of similar jokes about most of the topics have already been made. It has the feel of a show that young people wouldn’t watch. I don’t know this for sure, cos I’m not a young person, and I don’t really know any young British people, but I’m just imagining: would I have watched it if Twitter were around in the early 90s? Nope.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Little Things by One Direction. They’re really embedded at the moment. Five of the last seven.

On this day
Our new film, 19th of December 2005. I was living alone with Billy at the time. (One is never alone when one has a dog, though, right?). I made a couple of little films with him. This one was a silly “horror” film. Again, one is reminded of the differences in broadband speeds, by how small and low quality this .mov is. I have a clear memory of making this film, and how much tape was used to make a really short film. Aw, Billy…

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Montevideo (The etymology part is particularly interesting)

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December 19th, 2016 at 2:30 am

3,172: Embedding the week

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Sweden

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C'mon Germany you can't do that and expect me not to giggle

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Sunny

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Seems like a strange way to court a lady

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Photo of a page from a (now lost) sketchbook from 1993

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Fußball

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Paper bag ordering me to eat fruit

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A wee bit of artwork
Last night I was catching up on some of Momus’s recent videos on YouTube, and I was finding it tough to concentrate on drawing and listening to him talking about sweaters at the same. I’d done quite a bit of painting during the day, so decided that Nick could have the greater part of my attention for a while. I enjoy his music, and I enjoy listening to him talking. We got to know each other when we were living in Berlin at the same time in the 2000s, and I did an illustration for the cover of one of his albums, Forbidden Time Machine. Thoroughly nice chap. I kept Photoshop open though, and just played around, not thinking, and ended up doing this.

It’s nothing special, but I still like it. It’s good and useful to do things like this. Sometimes good things come out of them, sometimes not. Sometimes they spark further ideas, further investigation. Mostly they don’t, but the whole process is worthwhile for the times that they do end up being useful.

I really like the Christmas holiday. But I’ve found myself using “Xmas” a lot more in the past few years. It’s an affectation, of course. As soon as I found out that some of the moronic Christians who object to “Happy Holidays” and their inane right-wing thoughts about there being a War on Christmas, it felt like taking the Christ out of Christmas was the least I could do. And while the roots of “Xmas” are still Christian as far as I remember, the less this wonderful holiday references that guy, the better in my opinion.

I like the winter celebration elements, I like that we collectively get festive, I like that we buy or make things for each other, and I like that we focus on being with people we care about. Jesus mean nothing to me the rest of the year, and he means nothing to me on his, cough, birthday.

And XMAS is a way cooler word, aesthetically. Short words with Xs are usually cool-looking, especially in all caps. MEXICO, X-RAY, SOX, LATEX, BOXER, AXE, FLUX, TEXAS, WAX, SEX, EPOXY, TOXIC, XMAS.

Other business
I quite like Depeche Mode. One of those bands where I don’t own all the albums, but whenever I listen to the ones I do have, my ears are happy. A Question of Lust is a good song, innit? But, have you ever watched the video? There’s a bit, right, for about 16 seconds, from about 52 seconds into the clip, where it does that thing where there are two images on top of each other. One of Martin Gore’s head (kinda looking like a semi-shaved sheep-poodle hybrid creature), and one of a Dave Gahan, from the waist up, looking like he’s in a desert or somefink, grooving away playing the tambourine, and he looks kinda ridiculous. That’s it. That’s my point. Pop group singer looks a bit funny for 16 seconds. I mean, he always looks a bit like he’s pretending to be a rock star in my mind. Not so much over the last couple of decades, but deffo early on.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Again, it was You & I by One Direction. I (obviously) keep note of all of these, and just had a quick look at the 2016 tallies, and 1D are currently in second place when it comes to most times as song in my head. They would need six more to tie, and there are, duh, 13 mornings left.

On this day
The 18th of December, 2009. Two posts, but both of them just photographs. One of someone feeding the birds, another of some Balloons on Falkenstraße. In the course of embedding the images below, I remembered how the 410 pixel wide images that used to be my default size on the blog felt okay as a size. Increased resolution of screens make them feel pretty small now.

(I realised while I was putting this post up that the dates may occasionally be off. The dates and times of each post pre-2008 were mostly in Germany. After then it’s been a bit all over the place, but mostly in Mexico. So chances are an early morning pre-2008 post might come up as the day before when the blog as a whole switched to a Mexican time zone. And vice-versa. I’ve not switched from Mexico to Berlin time, so blog posts come up timed at seven hours earlier than they are for me posting them. This is a minor thing, it really doesn’t matter, it’s something you dear reader do not care about, but seeing as though I thought about it, I figured I might as well mention it.)

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Río de la Plata

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December 18th, 2016 at 3:46 am

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3,171: Morning views

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As mentioned a few days ago, I’ve been taking a photo of the view from the wee balcony every morning since I’ve been at this apartment. Rather than letting it get out of hand and having a monster post at some point, I’m gonna put the week’s worth in a post every Saturday (not a full week this time cos I did that post on Tuesday).

I’ve been feeling weird about not blogging at the weekend, even though it was a choice I made, to blog four or five times, but only weekdays. There’s always a temptation to save things, to have a few things in reserve just in case, for blog posts, (especially in the A wee bit of artwork and Other business parts of each post) but I’ve found that just doing them and leaving that next post to fend for itself is a better approach. So there’ll be posts at the weekend now, I think.

Saturdays will be the morning views, Sundays will be “embedding the week.” I did that last Sunday, cos y’know, tweets and Instagram posts feel a bit like space trash sometimes, just thrown out there, but they’re sometimes still somewhat worthy of a look, and gathering some of the better ones together might be cool if you don’t use either of those social media thingies. (It does feel a tad hey look at me, I do good tweets, but, fuck: this is a blog full of me blathering on, so it’s not really different is it? And I do sometimes wish that people whose tweets I enjoy would do something like this.) Anyway, that’ll be here tomorrow. For now, though: the morning views from Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and today:

Guten morgen

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Guten morgen mein lieblings

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Guten morgen

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Guten morgen

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A wee bit of artwork
In an email, my friend Amanda mentioned seeing someone who looked like a drawing that her partner Ben had done. She said the person had “the hair of a cloud and voice of Brian Blessed.” Such a wonderful description. I’ve not seen Ben’s drawing, but I did my own quick drawing of Amanda’s description.

Other business

The 15.10 Lufthansa flight from Berlin Tegel to the moon.

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
The Things That Dreams Are Made Of by the Human League. For most of my adult life, if you’d’ve asked what my favourite album is, I’d probably have said something by the Beach Boys. Surf’s Up, Sunflower, or Pet Sounds. Over the past couple of years, though, I’ve begun to realise that Dare by the Human League is an album I now think of as my favourite. Not that it matters, eh? We put so much effort into building up this presentable ideal of who we are. Favourite song, album, film, TV series, book. Those are the adult versions of colour, number, football team. My favourite albums means NOTHING to you. And why should it? It could only possibly be of interest if you, a) it’s your favourite album too, or b) you fucking hate the Human League. For the 99% of other people: it’s not an issue. It is a great album though.

On this day
I had a wee look through some old blog posts last night, and noticed that on this day in 2008, it was snowing a lot. (It was hardly a big post, just a sentence and this embedded 23-second video clip.)

I was in Bellingham, Washington at the time. That was a good time. Things didn’t turn out perfectly in Bellingham, but to be somewhere snowy for Xmas was really good.

I always enjoy on this day-type things. I enjoying finding out that such-and-such record was released 20 years ago. I even did a thing for a Dutch newspaper about this very idea in 2005. So maybe I’ll keep this up, looking back at old posts from this day in the past. Maybe it’ll work, maybe not. We will see, eh?

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Revolución Libertadora

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December 17th, 2016 at 2:55 am

3,170: Spotters

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I woke up yesterday, tried to open Spotify, and got this message:

Clearly I was a bit grumpy, cos I tweeted about it angrily without thinking. Modern life is rubbish. I am rubbish.

I made a new account, chuntering to myself about not being able to access my playlists. It wasn’t until I’d done that, that I thought about googling it. And, yes, of course, it was easy. If you have a premium account, this is not an issue. If you have a free account (me*), just log in to your account on the Spotters Web site and change the country settings.

Piece.
Of.
Piss.

* I have got to a point in my life where I’m not overly into the idea of money just going out of my account on a monthly basis, thus the lack of subscription. If I want owt from iTunes, I buy one of those prepaid cards from the corner shop. I’m the same with buying things online these days. I would much rather go into a real shop and look at it, talk to a shop assistant. And ordering tickets online is something I avoid as much as possible. Really, the only things I buy online these days are plane tickets, Rubik’s Cube-type puzzles, and vape liquid.

A byproduct of making the new Spotters account, though, was being able to go and look at my real account’s public face. I’ve been a bit surprised in the past that my 1D playlist was public, and quickly went and changed lots of settings to private. But looking at my original account’s public face, I found this:

Sixteen recently played artists. And there’s a part of me that would be quite happy to listen to most of those sixteen for the rest of my life. I mean, switching out a few for some Beach Boys, Beatles, and Kraftwerk in there would be good, but on the whole: not. too. shabby.

(Spotify is a rubbish name, though innit? I like to call it, and have done so a couple of times above, Spotters.)

My use of Spotters has grown over the last twelve months more-or-less entirely because of the shitness of my computer (a 2008 MacBook Pro). I have a ton of music in there, more than enough to never need to use something like Spotters, but the speakers are busted and make a fuzzy noise, and as the year progressed, the computer has got slower and I keep getting the beach ball when I scroll in iTunes, so even when I use headphones it’s annoying.

You know, I never ever thought people would be nostalgic for cassettes, but it seems like they are. I assume we’re not too far away from people being nostalgic for CD singles, too. It feels ridiculous to say this, but will people be nostalgic for mp3s? I mean, it’s possible, right?

A wee bit of artwork
Mauerpark 5. Acrylic, gouache, and coloured pencil on paper. 24 x 32 cm.

Other business
The auto-suggestions on my phone can go fuck themselves:

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
One Direction again. This time Best Song Ever. In my opinion, though, the best song ever is Borderline by Madonna.

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ARA General Belgrano (C-4)

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December 16th, 2016 at 2:07 am

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3,169: German things

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I met a friend yesterday. We walked past an S-Bahn station, and near the steps down to the platform there was a dude with a ghetto blaster*. That boombox was playing 99 Luftballons, and I mentioned to my friend that, aside from Hitler and the national football team, Nena was probably the first German thing I had knowledge of. Not sure if that’s true, but it probably is. 99 Red Balloons was 1984 in the UK, I think, so can’t really imagine there being much else of German origin in my brain at that point in my life.

*Just realised for the first time in my life that that word is probably a bit racist, innit? I’ll replace it in my head from now on with boombox, or maybe just with Björk’s pronunciation, jettoblasta.

After my friend and I parted a couple of hours later, I got thinking some more about it. I would’ve known Da Da Da by my second favourite German band, Trio. I knew The Model by my favourite German band. Liverpool had beaten German teams in the European Cup, and Kevin Keegan played for Hamburger SV. So my original assertion was kinda true, but not entirely. I would also have known a very skewed British view of Germany from watching Auf Wiedersehen, Pet on ITV.

In general, though, I’m not sure how much I knew about Germany before I visited Berlin for the first time in early 2000. My school friend Paul had a German friend (I think she was called Uli, I remember her being pretty), there’s a load of football-related stuff I remember, and I remember the Wall coming down. Aside from things confirming stereotypes, though, I don’t remember any view of Germany as a real place existing in my brain.

Same is true of lots of places you’ve never visited, I guess. In the latter part of 2005, when I was living in Berlin, I had a Mexican girlfriend, and we visited Chiapas (her home state) for Xmas. I didn’t say anything to her about it at the time, but I was a little surprised that there were trees and jungle there. I hadn’t even thought to consider that the desert-and-cacti mental image I had of Mexico might not be the whole country.

These were failings on my part. But also in the way foreign places are always presented in their most basic terms. Eiffel Tower and accordion music, lederhosen and oom-pah music, moustachioed man sleeping under a cactus. TV and movies need to do better. It’s their fault. (It’s not a huge leap, also, to see how this level of thinking, of generalising, has impacted our lives in deeper way. Awful shit like Brexit, Trump, etc.)

While we’re talking about Nena, though, it would be wrong not to link to my fave song of hers, the 2002 re-recorded version of Leuchtturm. Nobody I know (who I’ve spoken to) likes this song. I am entirely alone. German friends prefer the 1983 original. It’s understandable, but for me, this song reminds me of still being relatively fresh in Berlin, and parts of the video were filmed near my flat, and that was v exciting for me.

A wee bit of artwork
The Holly and the IV, from 2013

Other business

Remember this every time an artsy site tells you how great these artists are

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
You & I by One Direction. Watching that video just now, which I’ve not done for ages (quite a good video, simple and clean), I got to thinking about what it would be like if a band like the Beatles had never existed and just came back in the modern era. Like, let’s imagine all of our brains are erased of any knowledge of the Beatles and their songs, and they came back with modern-sounding versions of their whole catalogue. Would we love them as much? Probably. Would they have a long-lasting influence? Probably not. Unless we also erased all music that was influenced by the Beatles, too, which is a pleasant thing to try and imagine. Not because I want it erased, I just enjoy thinking about such things. You’d have to get rid of so much music. How much? Like, more than 60 or 70%, right? Even if a song is not directly influenced by them, it might be influenced by another song that was. They are the filter than everything has gone through.

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Falklands War

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December 15th, 2016 at 3:02 am

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3,168: My Berlin Cube

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I figured it might be worth another look at something I put online earlier in the year, when this blog wasn’t as wordy. It’s relevant, cos I’m back in Berlin, and as you can probably tell, it’s a drawing of Berlin (and y’know, the title of this post might’ve helped too.)

After visiting last winter, and falling back in love with this, the home town of my brain, I did a drawing of a Rubik’s Cube shape with bits of my fave or personally significant parts of the city. Maybe you didn’t see it. Worth a reblog. So if you didn’t see this drawing before and fancy reading some more about its creation, here the contemporaneous* blog post: Mein Berliner Würfel.

*I love this word. Contiguous, too.

(Related to the cube, by the way, is this, an ongoing work of drawing each station of the Berlin U-Bahn. I’ve only done three lines of the network so far, but I suspect there’ll be more soon. I’ve not done much pixelly stuff recently and the desire to do that comes and goes in waves, so once it does, I’m pretty sure this is what I’ll be doing.)

Looking at the cube drawing again, ten months later, it’s easy to see how I was a bit in love with the idea of Berlin at the time. I can tell these things when I look back at my work. There’s a level of detail that only really comes when I’m totally into the idea. It’s easier for me to notice this with the pixel work for obvious reasons. And looking at the folder on my computer, the first version was ten days before the final version, and there’s three or four days off in the middle of the process, which meant something else was more pressing. (I was gonna type real work there, but “work for money” is a more appropriate phrase. Nothing against that side of things, but my ACTUAL real work is things like this. Lying on my death bed/death gutter/death rollercoaster/death wherever-it-happens, I won’t really be thinking of work I did for money as much as work I did for the love of creating things that were expressions of who I am.)

Those moments can be frustrating, eh? I can still clearly remember the feeling of first starting the Web site back in 1999, sat in my bedroom in Upper Norwood. Working in an office all day, then coming home and trying to do as much as possible in the evening. I don’t think I ever put as much effort into something as I did back then. I’m kinda proud of that effort, the lack of sleep, the nights in the pub I skipped to just get home and build the site, drawing more and more, staying awake til 2am every night even though I knew I had to get up in five hours. It was exhausting, but exciting too. And my brain didn’t give me a choice. And that was the feeling I had doing this cube drawing.

Staying with pixelly stuff, the same feeling happened with the Flower drawing*, and in the middle of that process I had a holiday. I started just a couple of days before the holiday, and was so into it, that the holiday felt like an annoyance (it wasn’t, it was lovely. Viva Belize!). I’d done two of the seven sections, all of which were fairly planned out in my head right from the start. (Those sections, if you view the drawing as similarly-sized chunks: space, sky, soil, water table, fossil fuel, outer core, inner core.)

* One thing I’ve noticed is how I am utterly shit at titling things. Flower is such an inappropriate title for that drawing, but I couldn’t think of anything better, and the working title in my head just stuck. Also, titles are kinda ridiculous, aren’t they? I would far prefer to have everything as untitled. But as Prince found out when he changed his name to a symbol, we need to call him something. Same with art.

Maybe this is a common feeling amongst people who do creative things, but with this year’s bigger effort to paint and draw more without using a computer, I find I’m a lot happier to do something and once that is finished, consider the day done, artistically.

Like, yesterday, I finished the painting below around 4pm. Still had a feeling of wanting to do more, but after a wee break, I felt I’d shot my load for the day. I tinkered with a couple of things, but it was obvious that I’d used my mental energy and drive for the day.

I’ve totally lost my thread here. (I went to the kitchen to make coffee, y’see.) Not sure where this post was leading. I had a point but it’s totally gone. What an arse I am.

Oh well, this’ll have to do for now. Maybe I’ll remember and we can pick up from here another day. Soz about that. (Of course, the minute I press “publish” I’ll remember…)

I like thinking about my work. I quite like typing about it. I hate talking about it. I don’t think I’m good at the latter two of those three things, so forgive me. There’s an enthusiasm for the idea of typing about it that probably is missing from this blog post. Again, soz about that.

(Last point. I tell you what I am really enjoying nowadays: going to bed wondering what I might blog about tomorrow, then waking up and just doing it. Thanks for reading.)

A wee bit of artwork
Graffitied tree and crow. Acrylic, gouache, and coloured pencil on paper. 17 x 24 cm.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Love Yourself by Justin Bieber. A nice enough song off the last album, not as good as Sorry, What Do You Mean?, or Where Are Ü Now, of course, but not too bad. The video is pretty cool, too. He’s not in it, FYI.

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Rosette (decoration)

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December 14th, 2016 at 3:14 am

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3,165: Plans subject to change

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You make plans, you meet up
hi-ya, hallo, *hug*
blah-de-blah, U-bahn
Züruckbleiben bitte!
Bit of a change of plan, not going to that burger place
Okay, cool. Well, let’s go somewhere else instead
Turkish place? Yep. Cool
Kottiwood?
Falafel
Which sauce?
Scharfe
Mmm.
Danke! Tschüß!
What time’s that thing start? Half nine. *looks at watch*
Let’s have a beer at Möbel Olfe now, then?
Chat chat chat. This and that
Noch ein Berliner bitte
Noch ein Berliner bitte
Noch ein Berliner bitte
Pay the bill, where’s this place, then?
Not far, on Skalitzer Straße. Should be around here somewhere
Not here, maybe it’s back there, or here
Wrong door, up the stairs. Different place
Fuck it, let’s just stay here: Siegessäule night at Monarch
Cheers! Joan Jett, Prince, excellent music all night
Drunkenly inventing a convoluted handshake, playing table football, chatting with strangers
Time to go home, though. A bit drunk
Let’s get the U-bahn
*goes to U-bahn*
No trains, too late
Taxi? No, too expensive, let’s get a bus
Bus to Warschauer Straße, then the tram
A nice wee chat with strangers on the bus
17 minutes to wait for the traim, not the traim: the tram, typo
the night tram the party tram
A beer to share from the späti
Four photos/two euros from the Automat
Click click click click
Photo reminder of great night with great friend
Tram, chatting away drunkenly, woman across the way is smiling and laughing at our stupid conversation
She’s Sarah. Half German/half British
We chat all the way home with Sarah
Off the tram, little walk.
Okay, get home safe. Tschüß. *hug*

A wee bit of artwork

Noch ein Berliner bitte

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Better Best Forgotten by Steps. Third Steps song in the last ten days. Who’da thunk it. Well, there’s a simple explanation, ackchewelly: I watched some Steps reunion from British telly on YouTube. So, in this song, when they’re singing about relationship business, it occurred to me that Faye, Claire, and Lisa all sing a bit, and all seem to be singing about the same sort of thing. Are all three of them going through the same thing at the same time? That’d be quite the coincidence. Maybe it’s just fiction, though. You’ll be telling me that all songs are fiction next. That’s the post-truth world we live in.

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Total Recall (1990 film)

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December 9th, 2016 at 2:53 am

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3,164: Prints and stuff

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Nearly Xmas, innit? Fancy a bit of me all over your walls without having to hire an assassin that lures me to your living quarters and blows my brains out all over your lounge wall? Well well well, ladies and gents, get yerself over to my page on Society6, cos I done got looooooads of prints of stuff that you can buy. A decent chunk of them are baseball-themed, but don’t let that worry should you not be a fan of the old fancy rounders, there’s a fair bit of other stuff too. So, if you like my work, have a wee look, eh? Maybe think of it as throwing a few coins in my guitar case. Thanks, me dears. Here’s a few examples.










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December 8th, 2016 at 9:41 am

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3,163: Kraftwerk cactus

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I’ve done loads of Kraftwerk-themed drawings over the sixteen-and-a-half years that I’ve been doing the site. They’re kinda perfect for projecting ideas onto. Daft Punk are similar, to a lesser extent. A well-managed aesthetic and very little personal information allows for that, I think.

Which is to say: I’ve done another bloody Kraftwerk-themed drawing. This time of a prickly pear cactus, with each pad thingy designed to look like one of three of Kraftwerk’s looks.

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A wee bit more artwork
Another painting of Mauerpark.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Last Thing on My Mind by Steps

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December 8th, 2016 at 9:18 am

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3,162: Mauerpark

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Mauerpark (literally “wall park” in English) is my local park. I’m right next to it, I can see it from the window. And it’s felt like my local park for a long time. Whenever I think about a park, it’s Mauerpark. I used to go to this park twice a day with Billy. It’s not particularly pretty, but it that doesn’t really matter. In a way, it’s a better park for it. Back in the day, it used to be a parade ground, a train yard, and most recently, the death strip between the walls keeping East and West Berlin apart.

When the wall came down, locals basically took over, planted some trees and started using it as a park. I remember being told that is was something that nobody asked permission for, but I could be wrong. Even if that is wrong, though, I like to think that after a divided city, locals just ignored the rules and thought, fuck it, this place is public space now.

Like every park, it has tons of uses. Mauerpark these days has some sort of karaoke thing in the summer. There’s a flea market right next to it on Sundays. There are buskers, kite-fliers, dogs, kids, joggers, people drinking. And while it’s arguably nicer in the summers, winter was always my favourite time to go to Mauerpark with Billy. Fewer people, (no buskers!) and Billy could have a good old bomb around, and I wouldn’t have to worry so much about him being friendly to a human who didn’t want to be friendly with a dog. My friend James once told me the good thing about the grim weather in Brighton in the winter is that it makes you feel like you’ve earned living at the seaside when the summer comes around. I feel similarly about Mauerpark. The nice morning walks with Billy in the summer would always feel like a reward.

Ever since the opportunity came up to be stationed in this apartment, I’ve been excited to be back here, back next to my park, (and everyone else’s “my park”). I did a bunch of painting in the summer of jungle, based on sketches and photos I took in Belize. It’s something I will return to, but it also feels useful and good (and something I want to do) to spend some time repeatedly drawing and painting the same landscape. And Mauerpark is gonna be that place for me.

Here are the first three paintings. All are gouache and coloured pencil on paper, and 24 cm on the longest sides. There will be more of these.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Lush Life by Zara Larsson.

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December 7th, 2016 at 2:22 am

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3,161: Being back

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This time last week I was waking up, my first morning in Berlin. And the week has absolutely flown by. I’ve seen a few friends, had some fun nights out. Done some drawing, some painting (see below), some walking around the neighbourhood, been to the park most days, enjoyed the cold weather, enjoyed life. Last year, though, I was back here for a total of three weeks in two stints. And those weeks felt packed, absolutely rammed with stuff. I was sweaty in my coat from constantly walking around, making sure I took in the whole city, back here for the first time in over five years.

This time, though, I’ll be here for a bit longer. The need to rush, to spend time on the U-bahn every day going to parts of the city I wanna see, hang around in, that need isn’t there. But my brain also tells me that I should do it. And therein lies the problem. My brain is also telling me to be cool, to spend some time in the park, to do some drawing, some more painting. Oh, and think again about those bigger projects that I never got around to this year that still feel like good ideas.

This feels like a fundamental issue within my brain: needing to calm the fuck down, and concentrate on one thing. I think it’s visible in the art I do. It’s all over the place. Some pixelly stuff, some iPad drawings that all kinda have a different style using different apps, some notebook drawings, some paintings. My work could be that of three or four different people, and I feel the need to trim that down.

It felt like a good idea to be more flexible, to draw in whatever style was best for the idea, but I’m starting to think that was balls. I guess that’s what I am enjoying (especially in Belize in the summer) about pencil drawing: my style can’t hide or fart around there. It just is what it is. Brain on paper via hand holding a pencil.

So today’s post is more of a reminder to myself: just do your thing, fuck face, do the Craigest thing, that’s the only thing that’ll make you happy.

A wee bit of artwork
Falkplatz. Gouache and coloured pencil on paper. 18 x 24 cm.

Other business
On Kastanienallee, I walked by three teens who were chatting, laughing, and listening to Young, Wild and Free on a phone. And it really felt good to see and hear that. Like, yep, the kids are gonna be alright, they got life sorted. And I’m starting to wonder about my generation’s anti-millennial schtick: we’re just jealous aren’t we?

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Love Myself by Hailee Steinfeld. Sometimes, there’s a song stuck in your head and you realise you are powerless to resist. Aside from being utterly wonderful, there’s no point in resisting this song. You won’t win once it gets stuck in there.

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December 6th, 2016 at 2:50 am

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3,160: Ten unconnected thoughts

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1. I nearly fell asleep in the bath tub. Such things aren’t common in Mexico, so the last time I had a bath rather than a shower was when I was in London last December. Figured I’d have one on my first night in the apartment, didn’t even think about that I feeling a bit tired. I’m obviously out of practice. Found myself nodding off.

2. I’ve got to a point with some words where I forget which is the British English and which is US English with a word like practice/practise. I made a conscious effort when doing the baseball site to use American English, thus the problem.

3. If you listen to Yeah by LCD Soundsystem, and close your eyes, you can totally imagine that David Brent dance.

4. The smell of other people’s food preparation in an apartment building always smells better than anything I cook.

5. I found this written on my phone: “Nicki Minaj as Yves Klein prints.” I guess this is what I must’ve been thinking.

6. Channel 4 News on YouTube. They should totally disable their comments. It’s a cesspool of awful people.

7. If you spoonerise the name Des Lynam and add an ‘o’, you get Les Dynamo. (I just read on the Wikipedia link, hyperlinked in the previous sentence, and read that he voted for Ukip. Urgh. Fucking Ukip voters. They’re bloody everywhere. Scum, the lot of ’em.)

8. During football matches, I always really enjoy the moment when a substituted player slaps the hand of the coach/manager.

9. In the drizzle of Berlin yesterday, I saw a wet, red, English cocker spaniel. Up close it didn’t, but from a few metres away, it really looked like Billy.

10. Hmmm, I only have nine.

A wee bit of artwork

Continuous line drawing. Artists pretend this shit is impressive but I'm drunk as fuck and did it. It's fucking easy. Never trust an artist. They're arseholes.

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
I very specifically listened to a few songs late last night that I thought might have the ability to dislodge the recent LCD Soundsystem dominance of my stuck-in-head songs. Didn’t work. Tribulations. But before I’d even had chance to pour a coffee, I had also had Verrückt by Mia. and Uptown Funk go through my head. The former of those is a German band. The song came out in 2002, and it totally reminds me of still being relatively new in Berlin (I first moved here in October 2000).

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December 2nd, 2016 at 3:12 am

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3,159: Russia’s greatest love machine

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Back in October 2006, a whole ten-years-and-a-few-weeks ago, I took a photo of a bit of spilled paint that, to me, looked kinda like Rasputin. I walked down that same street again yesterday. The spilled paint is not only still there, but has hardly worn away at all. Look! (2006 on the left, yesterday on the right)

A wee bit of artwork

Other business
I bought a “mouse mat” yesterday. It’s a pretty modern thing. Bleeding edge tech stuff. What it is, right, is a rectangle of kinda foamy plastic with rounded corners, about 22 x 18 centimetres. It’s dark red. Almost burgundy. (It was also available in black, yeller, and a nice calming blue.) And you use it because it helps the laser light thingy inside your mouse register a surface more smooothly. And it cost just €3.49. I don’t often give tech tips, but this “mouse mat” is a steal. Get on it, brothers and sisters. It’ll change your life.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
I had a fitful sleep last night. There was me thinking I’d been cool and tough, sorted out my jetleg on that first day. Nope. Fell asleep watching YouTube around 9pm, woke up at 2.30am, awake til 5, asleep until 11am. Even within that time, I was tossing and, indeed, turning. And all of that time, there was a megamix of LCD Soundsystem songs in my head. The one in my head, though, when I actually got out of bed was Drunk Girls.

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December 1st, 2016 at 4:39 am

3,155: Cruz Azul

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I was gonna write about Cruz Azul today. Last night was the beginning of the Liga MX 2016 apertura liguilla, that is to say: the playoffs. (We have a split season here, each half of the season has eight-team playoffs at the end. Clearly this is absurd.) Just before I started typing, I figured I should check the blog, and yes! I have done it before. But that was two years ago. Things have changed a bit since then. Cruz Azul were quite a good team back then. They didn’t make the playoffs, but they played well. Just seemed to be missing a good solid goalscorer. It was quite tight that season, they could’ve made the playoffs but finished 13th. Since then, since I’ve been going, they finished 9th, 14th, 9th, and in the season that finished last Saturday, 14th. The fifth championship of five since I’ve been going that they failed to make the playoffs.

Relegation here is a strange thing. Because of the split season, they do this thing were three full seasons’s points are averaged out, and the lowest one gets relegated. This sucks, though, if you are a newly-promoted team. You only have one season’s worth of numbers. All dreadfully unfair, and in place, one assumes, to kinda make sure none of the big names accidentally gets relegated. The season before I started going, Cruz Azul were top of the relegation table (ie. furthest away from going down), with an average of 1.7059 points per game. Now, they are 13th, with an average of 1.2588. (The team currently heading to the second division are Morelia, with 1.1059 points per game.) In that same time period, Cruz Azul have gone from an average attendance of 18,090 down to 16,928. In the 2016 Apertura, they had the worst average attendance in the league. For Saturday’s game, it was just 10,573, which is pretty crappy, and looks bad in a 34,000 capacity stadium. Look (image is bigger if you right click):

I moved a bit further away from the stadium this season. I was on the same street, just one block away, but now it’s about 30 minutes walking and public transporting. Still really close, but it has meant that I’m less inclined to just think, at the last minute, “fuck it, I’ll go.” That sentiment was easy when I lived on the same street. The street would get busy with fans, the floodlights would go on, and inevitably, I’d be tempted because it was happening right there. (Plus, watching games on TV when you live so close is annoying: there’s about a 10-second delay, so I would know Cruz Azul had scored long before seeing it on the telly. Especially annoying when a penalty kick has been awarded: I’d be stood in front of the telly with my fingers in my ears, singing to myself so I couldn’t hear any cheering, or indeed, a lack of cheering.)

Aside from the lowering footballing standards over the past couple of seasons, the owners seem to be doing everything they can to piss off supporters. Notably, the porra, the hardcore supporters behind the goal. Tickets used to be 65 pesos, and they were raised to 100 pesos. That’s a significant increase. And I read somewhere that the porra used to get group discounts which aren’t as big as they used to be. The upshot of that was, the end of the ground where the noise and flags were is now fairly free of that. I sit there now, because it’s the cheapest part of the ground. But I shouldn’t be sitting there. I’m a middle-aged European chap. I shouldn’t be in the part of the ground where the shirtless kids with drums should be.

And after the 2017-18 season, the landowner has decided to sell the land to build yet another fucking mall. No news yet where Azul will be playing, but the rumours are that until they get a new stadium, they will play in the enormous Estadio Azteca. An 85,000 capacity stadium for a team that draws between 10,000 and 20,000. That’s gonna be rubbish. It will also be the end of centrally-located sports stadiums in this city. The Azteca is a fair old slog in the south. Estadio Olimpico, too. The baseball stadium went from being in the middle of the city (now a mall, obvs) to near the airport. And Cruz Azul’s future stadium… the chances of that being anywhere as central as it currently is are pretty much nil, I’d imagine.

But, I’ll probably still go. Even if they continue to be shit. I enjoy being there. I enjoy watching live football. I enjoy watching Cruz Azul, even if they have only won one of the last ten league games I’ve been to. So yes, I was gonna write about Cruz Azul today, and, er, I did.

A wee bit of artwork
Another one of the cactus drawings, and one of Kraftpunk.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Walk You Home by Super Furry Animals

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Minecraft Project Day 64
Here we go, the obsidian blocks in place. And once I use a flint and steel to spark it up, we will have a portal that takes us to the Nether, an underworld kinda thing with some decent useful stuff to be mined.

The portal is kinda pretty, innit?

I decided that the nice idea of not having a fence along the river edge is silly. Fuck it, I want to feel secure, especially now there’s a portal close to the river.

Yeh man, a Nether portal looks good at night. Tomorrow, let’s get down there.

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November 24th, 2016 at 9:12 am

3,154: Some drawings

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Playing around with some more of the late 80s/early 90s Adidas design work. I did the West Germany away kit from 1990 the other day, so here’s three of the others: East Germany ’86, USSR, ’88, and the most iconic one, the Netherlands ’88

Clearly, one of the best jerseys ever is the 1990 West Germany one. Here’s a version I drew (copied), which, out of context of the jersey, looks fantastic I think

A bit more playing around with that.

And the German 1992 away, again taken out of the context of a piece of clothing. I’m gonna play around some more with this stuff, I think. Maybe just Adidas stuff for the time being

Here’s a drawing of a Berlin U-bahn ticket

And a doodle of a dog that’d been working out

I did some scribbling of lines, then – bored – cut them up and stacked them on top of each other, and they kinda looked skull-shaped, so I cut some eyes out

This next one was another of those mindless doodles, done in front of the telly. Kinda ended up okay

So I did another one, with a more limited palette. I’m working on another, so I’ll show you that tomorrowwwww.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Another LCD Soundsystem one after seeing them at the weekend. this was their second-to-last song of the show, Dance Yrself Clean.

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Minecraft Project Day 63
Down back to the obsidian where I found the diamonds.

Dig dig dig…

And back up, going home, with a load of obsidian, so that I can make a portal to the Nether!

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November 23rd, 2016 at 1:00 pm

3,153: Weekend

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It was a fun weekend. A Diablos Rojos baseball game on Friday night (won 12-1), a Cruz Azul football game on Saturday (lost 3-2), and on Sunday, the second day of the two-day Corona Capital festival. The whole thing had a pretty great line-up:

Just the Sunday for me, though. And the way my feet and neck feel today, I’m kinda glad I didn’t do both days. It took place in a part of the motor racing track. If you saw the Mexican grand prix on telly a few weeks back, that’s where it was. The entrance was pretty long. You walked along a big stretch of the race track, past a load of stalls selling bootleg merch (¡viva México!), then it started to look a bit more official, with good-looking young people in Corona t-shirts spaced out along the edge of the track like living statues. Not sure what their purpose was. A row of cops, then another, then some more. Then the first entrance. Show someone your ticket, get searched. Get searched again. Walk around a curve in the track. Another gate. Show another person your ticket. Get searched again. Then get searched a fourth time. Every time, the cops doing the searching wanted to take apart my electronic cigarette, check it was what it looked like. The last of the searches, the cop sniffed the liquid in my device, then sniffed the extra liquid I had in a wee plastic bottle. I was there pretty early, before the main crowds arrived, and it still took about half an hour to actually get in.

But, really, once that was over, that was kinda the last of the worries. Once inside, it was really good. Mexican friends thought it was weird that I said this because in general, things aren’t well-organised in the country, but in the two experiences I have had with this festival, it’s been brilliantly organised both times. Loads of toilets, three big food areas, and hundreds of people walking around selling beer and whisky. The single greatest thing about concerts here is the crowds. People are up for it. Even for the first band in the smallest of the stages, the crowd went mental. If there was any downside at all to the festival, it was that the vegetarian options at the food stands were pretty few and far between. I only saw a couple of things that were doable beside crisps/chips or chips//fries.

There were two bands that I was actually there for, Super Furry Animals and Kraftwerk. The rest of my time was pretty much open. Before it was super furry time, saw a bit of the Delorentos (seemed alright, looked like they were having fun), Sofi Tukker (enjoyed them, the aforementioned mental crowd helped that along greatly), and Wild Nothing (meh, not my cup of tea). I’ve not seen Super Furry Animals since New Year’s Eve 2007 when they did a thing at the Royal Festival Hall in London. It was their first time in Mexico. And, yep, great to see them again. There aren’t many bands out there whose setlist, whatever they chose to play, would be fine with me. And it was entirely great and fun, and as good as I’d hoped.

Saw a bit of Eagles of Death Metal, but fuck them. Grimes was good, what I saw of her, cos I kinda wanted to see Galantis, and there was an overlap. There was this moment during their set when I saw someone trying to get their friend out of the crowd.
Her friend collapsed right next to me, so I helped her pick her up, I asked if she wanted help with her pal. She was crying, said yes, and I can’t imagine how she’d managed to get someone as far out of the crowd as she had on her own. It’s not an easy thing to get someone who can hardly walk out of a packed tent full of people dancing. We eventually got outside, and asked a beer seller where was the closest medical tent. He didn’t know. Thankfully, though, one was quite close, and we got her there pretty swiftly. At the entrance, the person there said “one person only!” as medics took the sick woman inside. The other woman gave me a massive hug, kept saying “gracias gracias gracias!” I’m in no way saying, aren’t-I-great-for-helping, cos absolutely everyone would do exactly the same thing, but it was the moment I will remember most of the whole festival. That hug from a stranger who was really worried about her friend. I have no idea what happened after that.

I watched some more Galantis, then went over to another stage for Kraftwerk. And… it was kinda underwhelming. Maybe it was that I’d seen a silly dance act right before them, but it felt really out of place at a festival. It didn’t help that the sound, for the first half of the show was awful. They even stopped playing after a couple of songs. The 3D visuals weren’t working, the sound was shitty, and various non-Ralf members kept nipping off stage or walking over to talk to him. He said they had to reprogram the computers. It was odd to see the Kraftwerkness of Kraftwerk slip away for a few minutes, as they tried to start up again. A few seconds of sound, then nothing. And it took a while to get going, for the sound to get right. Some friends and I decided to nip across the way to the other stage where LCD Soundsystem were gonna close the festival. We had a beer, and Kraftwerk sounded better from a distance.

I like LCD, got their records and that, but I’ve never really had a burning urge to go and see them. (Having said that, I don’t ever recall that they played Berlin while I was living there, so I dunno.) After the mild disappointment of Kraftwerk, though, they sounded fantastic. Had a ton of fun. Enjoyed how they set up the band on stage, that looked cool. The overhead camera shots of the stage were great, too. The white lights and smoke behind them. All really good. And you really couldn’t ask for a better band to finish a festival. They finished with All My Friends, and thousands of people trudged off to find taxis and Ubers. Tired feet. A bit hungry. We had tacos. I had a mushroom gringa. And it was good.

A wee bit of artwork

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Somewhat unsurprisingly, it was an LCD Soundsystem song, New York, I Love You but You’re Bringing Me Down.

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Minecraft Project Day 61
Back down to digging. I went the wrong way, though. Didn’t find the steps I’d been dealing with yesterday.

But there’s another dark tunnel, so let’s get that lit up.

And, woah momma! Look! Lava and woo hoo! some exposed diamond ore.

Throwing a bucket of water over lava turns the lava into obsidian. And to mine obsidian, one needs a diamond pickaxe.

So I mined the diamonds, and went straight back up to the cabin.

…and made myself a diamond pickaxe. Obsidian mining tomorrow. There’s a wee lake of lava somewhere behind the house where I can easily access some lava, thus get some obsidian.

Minecraft Project Day 62
Let’s go find that above ground lava lake.

And, urgh, couldn’t bloody find it.

Too far from home, so another night in a dugout hole.

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November 22nd, 2016 at 10:14 am

3,152: FT

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Watching some of the protests regarding the U.S.’s forthcoming president, I noticed a few signs that said “Fuck Trump.” It seems unhelpful to use words like that.
What is the purpose of a protest? To get attention.
What don’t TV channels like? Swear words.
Not only are you making sure your sign isn’t on TV, but there might be some perfectly good signs nearby that also won’t get on TV. So I translated those words into Peter Saville’s colour code:

A wee bit of artwork
Pattern “based on” (ie. totally copied) of the Adidas 1990 away kit for West Germany.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Pray You Catch Me by Beyoncé. Can’t find it on YouTube. Loads of cover versions by random people that don’t mention that they are cover versions. So yep, no video, but you know the song anyway, right?

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Minecraft Project Day 60
Right, time for some proper mining. I want diamonds. So I went to the deepest part of the cave system, and then dug some steps down even deeper.

Found some lapis lazuli. Useful for enchanting, apparently. Not done much of that sort of thing, but we will get around to it eventually.

Gold. Gold!

My tools are looking like they’ll break soon, so back to the cabin to make some more.

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November 18th, 2016 at 10:02 am

3,151: A drawing of a street

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Other business
Vladimir Poutine.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Keep it Dark by Genesis.

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Minecraft Project Day 59
So, I’ve dicking around trying to get a load of iron so I can make an anvil. It needs 31 pieces of iron, which is a touch excessive in my opinion.

And the reason for an anvil? To make a bigger map. Makes absolutely no sense at all, right? You put the map you’ve already got and eight more sheets of paper on the anvil and the map is bigger.

And you have to explore the area itself for the map of that area to fill in. It was at this point that I realised, I’ll never use the fucking map.

I also made a rather horrible gate.

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November 17th, 2016 at 10:49 am

3,150: Confidence

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It’s a strange thing to do, to be an artist. Even using that word “artist” is hard for me. I avoided it for a long long time. But when I was in Belize earlier this year, at the border, filling in the form thingy, I wrote “artist” next to occupation without any hesitation. That was a good thing for my brain to think about afterwards: yes, Craig, you are an artist. One thing that I tend to avoid talking about, even to other people privately, is confidence, though.

I’m used to there being times when the creativity just isn’t there. The artist version of writer’s block. That one is relatively frequent, and the only way to deal with it is to power through, keep on drawing (something, anything), and eventually it’ll come back.

But confidence in what I do… sometimes that’s a tough one to deal with. Writer’s block is a mental break. Lack of confidence feels like your brain telling you that you suck, asshole.

There was this competition recently. I don’t usually pay attention to competitions, but when I read about it, the theme seemed like something I would enjoy doing: sounds of the city – an illustrated interpretation of sound. It was a British thing. I liked the theme. And when I thought about London and other cities I’ve lived in, the one thing that came to mind was the contrast. Not sounds themselves, but the contrast when you are walking home at night. The relative silence.

My first sketch was this:

I wanted to get the sky right. The colours of a night sky in a big city. It’s a drawing done from memory, not an actual representation of a place, but it’s a drawing of returning to my mate’s house in Barnet after being out in central London. When you come out of the Tube there, you’re a bit higher that the rest of London, so there’s a good long view over the city. (Google Street View doesn’t give you too good an idea of what I’m talking about, but it’s better than nowt, eh?) This was drawing in the Adobe Sketch app, so it was only ever an early sketch because it doesn’t export at anything close to high resolution.

After that one, I got to thinking more about non-manmade sounds. Cities are full of the aural reminders that it’s a city. It’s either humans or things humans are doing using things made by humans. I like it when it’s raining at night in a city. The rain takes over. It’s like nature is saying, “you’ve made this fantastic functioning thing with millions of people, but here’s some rain. Deal with that!” And people are quieter, the only noise is the noise of wheels on wet road. This was something I noticed first a couple of years ago in Mexico City. Walking home, listening to Sunn O))) on my iPod. The combined sound of that music and the car tyres on the wet road was fantastic. This was the drawing that came out of that idea, a drawing of High Holborn in the rain. I imagine the pubs have closed, it’s late, you’ve missed the last Tube, and you’re desperately looking for a taxi but there are no yellow lights on. (Street View)

I was pretty happy with that one. (I did it with the Procreate app, btw.) I’d drawn the scene twice, then partially erased one of the layers. I liked how that looked.

Then I read the rules properly. It had to be portrait not landscape. Fuck.

So rather than add to this one or redraw it, I decided to do one with the specific proportions in mind, and to introduce the idea of the quiet caused by weather in a busier place, Oxford Street. (Street View)

I did one drawing in Procreate, then imported that into Photoshop, and cut it up into sixteen overlapping parts, then opened each of those parts in Procreate again, and redrew everything. Once that was done, I re-exported them to Photoshop, and put them together, and erased and overlapped various parts. This was what I ended up with:

There were two days before the competition deadline. I sat down to write the wee statement thingy. And thought, Nah, I’ll do that later.

That was the mistake. I’d given myself a crack for doubt to creep into. I looked at the drawing many times over the next two days. My internal valuation of my work was in a weak phase at that point (this was two months ago, btw), and, well, my stupid brain won. It’s not good enough, Craig. What if you’re not one of the one hundred they choose for the competition exhibition? Not winning is fine, but how the hell will you deal with not being in the top 100!? And at that point, it was better to not enter than to fail. That was a mistake. I should’ve entered. A stupid mistake. My stupid fucking brain.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
It was Drag Me Down by One Direction again. We’ve had that here recently. Fourth time this year. So here’s another 1D song, Night Changes, my favourite song of theirs. It’s a lovely song. I realise that it’s easy to dislike boy bands, and/or TV manufactured groups, but give it a go, eh? The melody is really nice, and the bit at 2:28 is just delightful.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Pieter Bruegel the Elder

Self-promotion
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Minecraft Project Day 56 and 57 and 58 (just so I can end the week on a multiple of five)
All day pruning leaves so I’ve got a bunch of them for doing things in the garden.

Such as disguising the ugly storage room.

And today, time to get busy down in the cave system. All I did today was light up the tunnels, keep the bad guys at bay while I’m mining. (This is boring, isn’t it?)

Minin’, minin’, minin’…

And blocking up some of the crappier cave tunnels. The ones that don’t go very far or deep.

And I used some of the mined rocks to put a nice edge along the steps down to the as-yet-unused area.

Written by Craig

November 16th, 2016 at 10:56 am