February 2011
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What I talk about when I talk about the weather
Today it was spring in London again. It comes and goes this time of year, but today it was definitely here. I was coming home in the early evening and stopped to look at the bleached blue sky, it looked so vast even from the traffic island where I was standing. I love it when it’s like this - even though it’s still a bit cold you can just about run to the corner shop without a jacket....
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“‘I sometimes put off what needs to be done because it feels like the task is too...”
– (Nancy Elizabeth discusses the big picture with Helen Martin. Listen to ‘Feet of courage’. )
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‘But then you read the picture titles, and the image in front of you takes on a whole new dimension. ‘Fruit of a summer hedge romance’, is the title of the pants, butt and magazine drawing. ’86 miles per gallon + girlfriend (kudos)’ is the scooter. Then the helmet: ‘On robbing the local post office wearing your own crash helmet’. … See? The effect is a feeling that the drawings are somehow...
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“‘[Life] does not resemble a picaresque novel in which from one chapter to...”
– Milan Kundera (via somethingchanged) … At first glance this seems a little disheartening but somehow I’m finding it oddly reassuring.
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today i’m making a point of doing absolutely...
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Three fictional journalist heroes:
LOIS LANE Daily Planet star reporter Lois Lane has surpassed the limitations of her cartoon form, tirelessly pursuing justice and scoops in the city of Metropolis. Supercool Lois is the ultimate hardcore news-hound, surviving the whole day on just a bagel, a cup of coffee and a fag in the mornings. In her shadow are Clark Kent and Superman, who continue to go gooey-eyed over Lois, and rightly so,...
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Look closer
It seems the thing I used to do for fun is becoming the thing I do for work, so I have no idea how to relax anymore. I’m not sure if this is a problem.
After a damn-near perfect Hackney morning I was on the bus home on Saturday afternoon, same bus as I always take but for some reason staring out the window like I’d never seen any of it before. I was thinking about the people in the...
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14 degrees of separation
Is it possible to talk about a dream without boring the hell out of people? Because I had that dream again, the one where I’m packing up all my stuff all hurried and panicky. Then I run out of time and have to start deciding what to leave behind, I miss my transport and I’m on the street … I’m going to stop now, because five seconds is about the most you can talk about a dream before people have...
