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3,229: Morning views

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Guten morgen

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Morning

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Metronomic Underground by Stereolab

On this day
Cuscatlán International Airport, 11 February 2011

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South Pole

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February 11th, 2017 at 1:28 am

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3,228: Time travel

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If ever there was something that screams white privilege and male privilege, it’s spending time thinking about time travel to the past. So, sorry about that in advance. Here’s what I was thinking: if we could time travel, but only within the confines of one city, which city would you choose? You can go backwards and forwards in time. You’d get your money’s worth in Athens, obvs. Luxor, Beirut, Damascus, too. New York’d probably be fun. London, Paris, Rome, too. But for me, it’d be the two cities I’ve lived in the longest in my adult years: Berlin or Mexico City.

In Mexico City, it’d be fun to go back to see if the Aztecs really did see an eagle eating a snake on top of a cactus. To see the city forming on an island in a lake. And in more recent times, to see how the city grew so quickly.

But really, I don’t think there’d be a more interesting place to be, for me, than Berlin. The last 100 years or so alone would be worth it.

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Lo Boob Oscillator by Stereolab

On this day
A skinny door, 10 February 2011

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Antarctica

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February 10th, 2017 at 2:23 am

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3,227: Well done

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Went to a burger restaurant at the weekend with a couple of friends. Not gonna mention the name, but I imagine if you’ve spent time in Berlin, you’ll know which one I’m talking about cos most people tend to think of it as one of the better burger places in the city.

I don’t eat meat any more, so I had a lentil burger. The people I was dining with, though, had beef burgers. When it comes to how you want it done, the menu advises you thusly:

First: it’s a burger not a fucking steak.

Second, and most importantly: how the customer wants to eat a burger is up to them, not you. Stop trying to shame the people who have chosen to spend money in your restaurant into spending their money exactly how you want them to spend it.

If you only want people to have it medium rare or medium, don’t serve anything else and see how quickly your fucking business fails.

I don’t give a fuck if the chef “hates” me. He’s being paid to cook what is on the menu, and well done is on the menu. My friends both ordered it medium and it arrived more or less rare. (I spoke to another friend about it, and they have had the same experience, and thus always order well done burgers now.)

Let’s also pause and look at all those bloody question marks. And ew, this frame background thingy is gross:

Aside from more well done shaming, for the vast majority of diners, this is not their first burger. We’ve all been to McDonald’s and Burger King. We’ve all eaten a sandwich. We know that we can use our hands.

It’s not edgy or rock ‘n’ roll or sticking it to the man or giving polite society the middle finger to eat a burger with your hands. It’s entirely normal.

But, if the burger is too big to hold without it slopping out all over the plate, people often cut it in half, and with most burger places, this means ending up with a load of misaligned burger content all over the plate.

(While we’re on the topic: burgers should be wider than they are tall. This should be a law.)

Using a knife and fork doesn’t make you uptight. I ate my lentil burger (tasty, as it goes) with a knife and fork in the hope that it would drive them crazy.

And when I finished, my hands were still clean.

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
I Don’t Want Control of You by Teenage Fanclub

On this day
My new gaff, 9 February 2015

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Robust statistics

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February 9th, 2017 at 1:41 am

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3,226: Hockney’s Sun

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So, David Hockney re-did the logo for leading UK tabloid hate newspaper, the Sun, one day last week. This is a problem. I love David Hockney’s work. And I hate the Sun. There are many many reasons to love the former. And an equal amount of reasons to hate Rupert Murdoch’s newspaper.

If the argument for doing it was getting art out there to “ordinary” people, then it has failed. In the Guardian, art critic Jonathan Jones spends a paragraph describing it, and then says that the drawing “reminds us of the joy of living on a planet warmed by that yellow star.” Oh, please. It does nothing of the sort.

I like Hockney’s iPad drawings, and as someone who uses an iPad to draw myself, that is not a 15-minute drawing. It’s little more than 60 seconds to draw that. And therein lies the problem really. Aside from exposure to promote his new retrospective at the Tate, what is the point in doing this style of drawing for that readership. This newspaper would trash this drawing if it wasn’t on their front page. And if the aim is to get Sun readers thinking about art, then avoid something that makes it easy for readers to pull out that most tiresome of commentaries: my five-year-old could’ve done that.

Hockney’s drawings and paintings are incredible, and have been so for decades. His iPad drawings, to me, only work as a part of the greater body of work. And most of his iPad drawings are more considered that this. And, for fuck’s sake, dude. It’s the fucking Sun. Scum of the earth.

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Here’s a couple of tossed-off photocollages that your five-year-old could’ve done. Kate Moss with chocolate ice cream eyes, and a horse-hooved Kate Moss pigeon

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

On this day
Skull, 8 February 2015

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Median

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February 8th, 2017 at 2:19 am

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3,225: Jogging

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Come on, ya big orange fascist, get your shorts on. It’s your turn.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
California Love by 2Pac feat. Dr Dre

On this day
Robinsonia, 7 February 2006

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Solomon curve

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February 7th, 2017 at 1:41 am

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3,223: Embedding the week

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O E

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German dogs

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Me and my crew taking shit easy

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The world's cool uncle lived here

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Daft Punk are Playing at My House by LCD Soundsystem

On this day
Tom Jones’ hands, 5 February 2012. One of my best drawings, I think

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International E-road network

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February 5th, 2017 at 4:48 am

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3,222: Morning views

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Previous morning views: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
He’s on the Phone by Saint Etienne

On this day
Battery’s dying, 4 February 2010

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A1 road (Great Britain)

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February 4th, 2017 at 2:53 am

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3,221: Painting with light

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In 1986, David Hockney was filmed using a Quantel Paintbox. As always with Hockney, it’s fascinating.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Wasn’t My Fault by Christie and the Dream Beats

On this day
UNTITLED-ATTACHMENT.JPG, 3 February 2016

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Woolsthorpe-by-Colsterworth

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February 3rd, 2017 at 3:16 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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3,213: 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.

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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

3,210: 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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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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Other business

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.

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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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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

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
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.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
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.

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Limit of a function

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January 15th, 2017 at 12:48 am

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