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It wasn't a famine, England stole all their potatoes. [May. 29th, 2007|09:10 pm]
I havn't blogged in a while, so I figured I'd fill you kids in on the latest happenings in my non-data entering/scanning life. I remain consistent on that career front I’m afraid, so no news there, but I am …almost certain that my next blog post will concern either my finished website portfolio or an accepted high-flying job offer.

I went to Portsmouth on the weekend for another house party. It wasn't quite as good as the first one, but still pretty cool with crazy behaviour and a good turnout. I personally got happily drunk without going too far, and didn’t destroy anything, so as far as I am concerned it was another roaring success. That said, I did almost break my back in a spontaneous bundle and remember falling over a lot which has led to several bruises. Passing out uncomfortably on a hard floor has also left me with a rather bad memory of the whole night.

The above image is one of the only photographs I took of the city this time, and it came out blurred. Rather than make a weekend out of it, I just went for the party this time, so there were few excursions and it was too cold and wet to go happy snapping anyway. I won’t post the equally limited party photographs, which were also very blurred and they mainly just depict groups of sitting people and man on man spooning, which seemed perfectly natural within the context of the evening. I wasn't involved of course.

Yesterday I went to the Antony Gormley: Blind Light Exhibit in London with Olivepixel. Like Portsmouth it was cold, dark and raining so I didn't take any photographs. But it was good to see London again in this clichéd fashion and the exhibition was cool. It is well worth going if only to walk around in the glass room full of steam, which I suspect is intended to give a feeling of isolation, in that you only have a hazy 2 feet of visibility inside. You can’t see your own legs let alone the walls or entrance. What makes it exciting though is hearing the other people talking around you and every so often seeing a person come into view, just as you are about to walk into them. It is also fun trying to find the edges, and seeing the people outside looking in at you. Do note your hair will be soaking afterwards and for a while it was quite claustrophobic.

Later we arcaded it up at Trocadero where I won at video poker and possibly beat Mr. Laughton at Outrun 2 several times. The previous photograph is of a monkey I won on a grabber machine, which I really didn't want. I guess I didn't expect to win, but I do then wonder why I paid to try in the first place, especially given the predicted discomfort in carrying it all the way back to Iver Heath. Perhaps just for the thrill of grabbing.

In sadder news, the aerial on my mobile phone broke off. Most would take this, along with the generally poor condition of the thing, as a sign they should purchase a new one, but not me. I just taped the bastard up, and now it’s as good as new. I will not be intimidated by the planned obsolescence that evil phone designers force into their products. I have had this phone since before I started University and I am still content….well, not really, the battery lasts about a day and it doesn’t even have colour, but I have far more important things to spend my money on than a new phone that I’ll hardly use.

In much better news I finally obtained a copy of Rolling Stone Magazine #970, the Hunter S. Thompson memorial issue released in 2005, which is sold out and one of few back issues not available to purchase from Rolling Stone directly. I was therefore forced to brave the auctions of e-bay to get the magazine, where luckily one or two copies of it seem to float each month, in varying condition. The first copy I placed a bid on was sealed and in mint condition, but it got too expensive. The $3.95 issue eventually sold for $147, and its not even two years old! That’s how awesome Hunter S. Thompson is. Luckily for me, someone auctioned another copy a few weeks later with a buy it now price of $20, which I jumped at like the elusive Victorian super villain Spring Heeled Jack. It’s a shame there aren’t more flamboyant villains like him around these days. Anyway the magazine wasn’t sealed, but it was in perfect condition as show above.

I bought the magazine because I wanted to read it, but knowing it might actually be valuable is also very interesting and I shall look after it dearly. It features several tribute articles form the likes of Jack Nicholson and Johnny Depp, along with rare photographs, interviews and what not to make fanboys like me go giddy. I have said it before, but most of you don’t listen to me, so I will repeat myself in telling you that Hunter S. Thompson is in my opinion the finest journalist of the last century. Anyone interested in creative approaches to journalism or American hippy/drug/political culture in the late 60’s – early 70’s should read his stuff. It’s interesting, thought-provoking and hilarious.

That’s about all the news I can think of for now. On Friday I go to London again for this, which I have been looking forward to for some time. I also found the trailer for He Was A Quiet Man the other day, which for some reason I find very compelling and I have a good feeling about the film. I am very into this cult style films that won’t be fantastic, important or particularly successful, but which are just small scale creative ventures and not solely made to turn a buck. This article I read earlier about facebook is also funny.