Last Weeks Most Listened To Artists
Monday, September 26, 2005
  1. Jason Forrest
  2. Vashti Bunyan
  3. Paavoharju
  4. Nick Drake
  5. Sufjan Stevens
  6. L'Altra
  7. Kemialliset Ystävät
  8. Three 6 Mafia
  9. Arve Henriksen
  10. The Microphones

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Hello, may I take your order?
Monday, September 12, 2005
"Welcome to der weinerschnitzel may I take your order please?"

"Yeah I want:
Two large cokes, Two large fries
Chili-cheese dog, large Doctor Pepper
Super deluxe, with cheese and tomato"

"You want whale sperm with that?"

>>> NO! <<<

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My Student Bedroom
Friday, September 09, 2005
So, I am in the same house as last year but this time I have been relegated to the smallest bedroom. While this may seem bad, the room is actually the warmest in the house, feels very homely, plush and is just much much nicer.

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My workspace, computer and shelves. Note the JS, MySQL and Electronics text books.

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My large fitted wardrobe and bedside corner with Godfather framed poster.

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The house plant in the corner and an open wardrobe that reveals its technological glories.

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An Overview

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More of the television and housed Xbox and PS2.

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Pimping my foobar, whisky ash tray (I don't smoke) and iPod.

I absolutely despise cables and their assorted messiness. In these photos you should only see a couple, the hundreds of others are quietly and neatly hidden away from view. The one trailing the bottom of the wardrobe is the annoying net connection to the Xbox that wouldn't fit through the drilled hole at the back (inside) where the power enters. It's nice being able to hide away the TV and consoles when they are not being used. The room also has 5.1 surround sound setup with correctly positioned speakers in corners. The small shelf lying behind the screen makes a nice cosy area for connector cables to come through from below (away from view); housing the DVD writer, iPod connections, card reader and such. The screen also doubles as a USB hub. So I am happy.

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Finding Art on the High Street
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
I have recently moved into my student house for a second year. For my third university scholastic period I shall be graced with the smallest yet plushiest of rooms in the old 3 storey victorian residence. There's limited wall space in this beige-magnolia wall and floored room and rather than cover the walls in a few tacky well known matrix and kill bill posters I thought I would find some interesting art, photography or vintage film posters. I have a couple of large frames already so today I decided to spend some time in town trying to find something worthy to fill them. I have found plenty of art online that I enjoy; Michael Sowa, Thomas Barbey, Brandon Bird, Ron English, Francine Van Hove and assorted others. I often find pictures on the net and think "I would LOVE to have that on my wall". There's a good selection of shops that sell art prints and posters in town (Leamington Spa / Coventry), Athena being one of them. 

I spent a good 5 hours at the shops today, mainly looking for some term-time work. But in my travels I visited and perused every art shop I could find. I started at Athena. There was the usual Vetriano collection, black and white cityscape photography, some quirky animal posters, blue washed beach scenes of John Miller, the odd Dali image and whordes of black and white photo prints. These prints showed Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, Muhammed Ali and John Travolta doing their stereotypical thing. Four inspirations for the current generation, one has Parkinsons, one is a Scientologist, one was overweight and died from it and the other did nothing but look pretty until she also died. Great. Do I seem bitter about this? Yes I am. In every single shop I went into I was greeted with the exact same art prints, photos and four icons. Sometimes there was the odd Beatles or Al Pacino addition. But in all SEVEN shops I visited there were the same prints and images. Nothing at all remotely interesting, intellectual, brilliant, beautiful or inspiring to me. Seven different shops run by seven different companies stocking exactly the same shit obviously contracted from the same bulk provider. There was not ONE original image in any of these outlets. It's no wonder people are turning to the Internet to purchase all their goods, the high street sells all the same tacky-kitsch stuff conforming to the lowest common denominator for the unrefined masses to decorate their stereotypical lounge or bedrooms with.

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Hurricane Fury
Sunday, September 04, 2005
I have found the response to this hurricane truly despicable considering the notice given and the expected devastation. Surely someone should have planned a comprehensive relief effort should the worst happen.

I agree with these statements and couldn't word them any better, so here is a quote from Something Awful:

Rich, myself, Livestock, and probably some of the other writers have been watching the hurricane aftermath with nothing short of dumb shock. There is a disaster going on right now and it is manmade. The disaster is three strangers in Mississippi, together because they're all that's left and alone in a town without buildings, drinking floodwater polluted by corpses, shit and gasoline. The disaster is a woman wading through waist deep streets holding her daughter and wondering why the trucks won't stop to get her out of the city. The disaster is ICU patients dying one after another because diesel didn't flow and order couldn't be kept. It's an uninterrupted chain of personal disasters. It's inept triage on a national scale. It's unbelievable that this is America.

It's hard to comprehend that these repeating images of herds of people without food or water or medical treatment after nearly a week are happening on our soil. They're our fellow citizens and while the politicians, directors, planners and generals congratulate each other at press conferences they are suffering and dying. I have seen some efforts in the media to pressure officials to accept responsibility. None have, because in public office the buck stops nowhere. The only person I have really seen come close to capturing the raw fury of the people trapped in New Orleans or forgotten in Mississippi and Alabama is CNN's Anderson Cooper. He confronted Democratic Senator Mary Landrieu on live TV, chiding her with a voice cracking with emotion that he couldn't believe the politicians were patting each other on the back over a job well done when he just saw rats eating a woman's body in the street of Biloxi. On the Internet I've seen people blatantly placing blame on Bush, FEMA, Congress, the National Guard, and even Homeland Security.

Who is responsible? Who should be blamed? All of them. This is a colossal failure of our government to care for and protect its citizenry on every conceivable level. The heroes are the men and women on the scene doing their utmost to help those in need. Coast Guard rescue workers plucking people to safety and Red Cross workers feeding people from emergency kitchens are heroes. The man who commandeered a bus and got people out of New Orleans when the government was woefully impotent is a hero. The woman who smashed the glass on a convenience store to loot bottled water for fifteen kids who should have been absolutely inundated with supplies by then is a hero. The doctors and nurses hand-bagging ventilator patients 24 hours a day in dark hospitals are heroes. In the ineloquent but true words of the Mayor of New Orleans: "Don't tell me 40,000 people are coming here. They're not here. It's too doggone late. Now get off your asses and do something, and let's fix the biggest goddamn crisis in the history of this country." CNN was better prepared to deal with this disaster than FEMA was.

I am ashamed of my country's government in a universal way right now. Republicans, democrats, opportunists, it doesn't matter; they're all guilty in this situation. In a magical world where justice is actually served most of these people would not have jobs in a month or two. Instead the people without jobs will be the millions who have lost everything and found their government with its back turned. Remember that people are still dying because of this incompetence. Remember that when each and every one of these fools appears on TV for a photo op or complains about "placing blame later," because placing blame now is the only hope America has to change the situation.


In the United Kingdom somebody's head would be taken for this. A great number of politicians would have accepted some ounce of responsibility and in hindsight resigned.  It disgusts me that no one can step up and say "I was wrong" or "I should have done more", "It is my fault". The most powerful country in the world is doomed if its leaders and officials are only going to cover their own asses and not solve the nation's problems.

From the BBC:

New Orleans crisis shames Americans

At the end of an unforgettable week, one broadcaster on Friday bitterly encapsulated the sense of burning shame and anger that many American citizens are feeling.

The only difference between the chaos of New Orleans and a Third World disaster operation, he said, was that a foreign dictator would have responded better.

It has been a profoundly shocking experience for many across this vast country who, for the large part, believe the home-spun myth about the invulnerability of the American Dream.

The party in power in Washington is always happy to convey the impression of 50 states moving forward together in social and economic harmony towards a bigger and better America.

That is what presidential campaigning is all about.

But what the devastating consequences of Katrina have shown - along with the response to it - is that for too long now, the fabric of this complex and overstretched country, especially in states like Louisiana and Mississippi, has been neglected and ignored.

Borrowed time

The fitting metaphors relating to the New Orleans debacle are almost too numerous to mention.

First there was an extraordinary complacency, mixed together with what seemed like over-reaction, before the storm.

A genuinely heroic mayor orders a total evacuation of the city the day before Katrina arrives, knowing that for decades now, New Orleans has been living on borrowed time.

The National Guard and federal emergency personnel stay tucked up at home.

The havoc of Katrina had been predicted countless times on a local and federal level - even to the point where it was acknowledged that tens of thousands of the poorest residents would not be able to leave the city in advance.

No official plan was ever put in place for them.

Abandoned to the elements

The famous levees that were breached could have been strengthened and raised at what now seems like a trifling cost of a few billion dollars.

The Bush administration, together with Congress, cut the budgets for flood protection and army engineers, while local politicians failed to generate any enthusiasm for local tax increases.

New Orleans partied-on just hoping for the best, abandoned by anyone in national authority who could have put the money into really protecting the city.

Meanwhile, the poorest were similarly abandoned, as the horrifying images and stories from the Superdome and Convention Center prove.

The truth was simple and apparent to all. If journalists were there with cameras beaming the suffering live across America, where were the officers and troops?

The neglect that meant it took five days to get water, food, and medical care to thousands of mainly orderly African-American citizens desperately sheltering in huge downtown buildings of their native city, has been going on historically, for as long as the inadequate levees have been there.

Divided city

I should make a confession at this point: I have been to New Orleans on assignment three times in as many years, and I was smitten by the Big Easy, with its unique charms and temperament.

But behind the elegant intoxicants of the French Quarter, it was clearly a city grotesquely divided on several levels. It has twice the national average poverty rate.

The government approach to such deprivation looked more like thoughtless containment than anything else.

The nightly shootings and drugs-related homicides of recent years pointed to a small but vicious culture of largely black-on-black crime that everyone knew existed, but no-one seemed to have any real answers for.

Again, no-one wanted to pick up the bill or deal with the realities of race relations in the 21st Century.

Too often in the so-called "New South", they still look positively 19th Century.

"Shoot the looters" is good rhetoric, but no lasting solution.

Uneasy paradox

It is astonishing to me that so many Americans seem shocked by the existence of such concentrated poverty and social neglect in their own country.

In the workout room of the condo where I am currently staying in the affluent LA neighbourhood of Santa Monica, an executive and his personal trainer ignored the anguished television reports blaring above their heads on Friday evening.

Either they did not care, or it was somehow too painful to discuss.

When President Bush told "Good Morning America" on Thursday morning that nobody could have "anticipated" the breach of the New Orleans levees, it pointed to not only a remote leader in denial, but a whole political class.

The uneasy paradox which so many live with in this country - of being first-and-foremost rugged individuals, out to plunder what they can and paying as little tax as they can get away with, while at the same time believing that America is a robust, model society - has reached a crisis point this week.

Will there be real investment, or just more buck-passing between federal agencies and states?

The country has to choose whether it wants to rebuild the levees and destroyed communities, with no expense spared for the future - or once again brush off that responsibility, and blame the other guy. 

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