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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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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.

A wee bit of artwork
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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3,224: Always punch nazis

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
(Feels Like) Heaven by Fiction Factory

On this day
I’m bringing grumpy back, 6 February 2008

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Design speed

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February 6th, 2017 at 3:09 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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Guten morgen

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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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3,220: Mauerpark paintings 12, 13, and 14

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Mauerpark Nr. 12 and Nr. 13, both acrylic on paper, both about 50 cm square more or less. Maurpark Nr. 14 is also acrylic on paper, but it’s 24 x 17 cm.

All my other Mauerpark paintings here.

Other business
I saw a doctor the other day. I have no German health insurance or travel insurance. The doctor was friendly and chatty. After doing the business, I was about to pay at the reception, and the doctor walked by and said “It’s nothing! German-Great Britain friendship!” I smiled, he smiled. Fuck you, Leave voters.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
False Alarm by Matoma & Becky Hill

On this day
Fernsehturm, 2 February 2016

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Isaac Newton

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February 2nd, 2017 at 12:02 am

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3,219: I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)

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I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me) by George Michael and Aretha Franklin was number one in the UK thirty years ago. Aside from the parenthesis in the title being entirely superfluous, an interesting thing for me is the age gap. Aretha was 44, George was 23. If we transpose that to 2017, that’d be like Liam or Niall out of One Direction doing a duet with Geri Halliwell. There aren’t many music heavyweights who are 44 now. The only other ones are Vanessa Paradis, Liam Gallagher, and Eminem.

A wee bit of artwork
Some sketches from my notebook.

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

On this day
12 Burgers, 1 February 2013

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Age of Enlightenment

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February 1st, 2017 at 12:46 am

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3,218: Some more drawings

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

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

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First attempt at a drawing of an awful human.

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Adalbert

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Mauerpark sketch

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Cyclist sketch

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Mauerpark

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

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

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Greek War of Independence

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January 31st, 2017 at 1:43 am

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3,217: Taking the dog for a walk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Argos

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January 30th, 2017 at 1:49 am

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3,216: Embedding the week

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Sunshine, beard hair, and pencils

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lol

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

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

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

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List of oldest continuously inhabited cities

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January 29th, 2017 at 3:16 am

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3,215: Morning views

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Guten morgen

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Bom dia

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Hello sunshine

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

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

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

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Dominican Republic

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January 28th, 2017 at 2:55 am

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3,214: Mauerpark and Falkplatz

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

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

Falkplatz Nr. 1 (2 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 1 (6 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 2 (6 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 3 (6 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 4 (7 December)

Falkplatz Nr. 2 (13 December)

Mauerpark Nr. 5 (15 December)

Falkplatz Nr. 3 (18 December)

Eberswalder Straße 10 (21 December)

Gleimtunnel (1 January)

Mauerpark Nr. 6 (2 January)

Falkplatz Nr. 4 (4 January)

Mauerpark Nr. 7 (7 January)

* Mauerpark Nr. 8 (17 January)

* Schwarzsauer (20 January)

* Mauerpark Nr. 9 (24 January)

* Mauerpark Nr. 10 (26 January)

* Mauerpark Nr. 11 (27 January)

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

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

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Haiti

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January 27th, 2017 at 3:44 am

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3,213: Nordic streets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I…
Spot…
A…
Theme…

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

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

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

On this day
Ummm, 26 January 2010

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Devil’s Island

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January 26th, 2017 at 3:32 am

3,212: a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Penal colony

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January 25th, 2017 at 12:55 am

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3,211: Nature thingies

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

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

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

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Guy Fawkes Night

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January 24th, 2017 at 1:23 am

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3,210: Some recent drawings

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

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

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Worzel Gummidge

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January 23rd, 2017 at 2:06 am

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3,209: Embedding the week

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You cute bastard

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A photo posted by Craig Robinson (@flipflopflying) on

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.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Aunt Sally

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Written by Craig

January 22nd, 2017 at 1:53 am

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