Monthly Archives: May 2008

A fresh slice of blogpie for you

The problem with facebook isn’t the fact of it’s ludicrous product placement, nor is it the result of the way in which it turns an abstract concept such as stalking into a commodity item. It’s that it’s so damn easy to waste time playing Scrabble against people several time zones away.

With this in mind I firmly intend to blog more often than I do, about anything and everything that passes through my curiousity duct and into my quizzical gland.

Recently I came across two concepts in the space of a week that illustrate the vast power of GPS (global positioning systems). The first of these is Geohashing:

The concept is this – find your location on the map provided (you can be anywhere in the world for it to work) and the randomising algorithm will provide you and anyone else in your geographical vicinity with a different goal everyday (expressed through a map reference). This means that you and all the people who use the web site in your locality can meet up, for example in a godforsaken location halfway up mount Snowden. It could be a great way to meet new friends whilst hiking.

The second concept I came across was locative art. Art that exists virtually but is tagged with GPS coordinates so that a properly equipped individual (with the aid of a head set) can view computer art overlaid across the real world in 3 Dimensions

the latter forms a plot point of William Gibson’s latest novel Spook Country which I might review in the near future.

Torture is wrong


Yorkshireman displaced would like to testify that torture is wrong, in keeping with the National Religous Campaign Against Torture. Okay it’s not his nation, but it’s still wrong

My best booty

Thanks for all the birthday greetings.

My best birthday booty so far has been a pocket notepad and pen frrom my housemate Damien and his girlfriend. I like collecting notebooks so I can keep track of my thoughts over time.

Still enjoying the sun and planning some more displacement activities.

Some thoughts on turning 27

It’s my 27th birthday today. Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison all died at the age I am now. I’ve already outlived Nick Drake. I find these thoughts sobering. I will never be considered genuinely rock and roll. There’s that sense of angst there too, not enough has been done.

Douglas Coupland wrote in Life after God that all your most vivid memories occur before the age of thirty "After that, memory becomes water overflowing from an already full cup. New experiences just don’t register in the same way or with the same impact. I could be shooting heroin with the Princess of Wales, naked in a crashing jet, and the experience still couldn’t compare to the time the cops chased us after we threw the Taylors’ patio furniture into their pool in the eleventh grade"

I’m not sure yet whether or not the above is true, but I do know that my guitar has been gathering dust in a corner for too long. There are glaciers to been seen and jungles to explore and mountains to climb and words to write.


There seems to be a new phenomena on the horizon. The artificially generated demographic. The Daily Mail has recently launched The MidBritain Project. It seems that those old stereotypes of the curtain twitching xenophobic Tory voting Middle Englanders were out dated. Instead the Daily Mail has changed the demographic of it’s readership into MidBritain. See:

A cursory glance revelas the following – Its seem that MidBritainers are environmentally aware but likely to consume more than the rest of the populace. They are concerned about their health but drink more wine than any other section of British society (and ingrained into the research results there is no referrence to beer consumption – maybe beer is for the proles whereas getting smashed on wine is socially acceptable).

It is a curious piece of research in that it appears that the label and demographic were invented first and then the reseachers went looking for a focus group who fit the bill (read the Methodology section). Maybe I’m missreading it. despite the positive spin placed on things I suspect that whereever MidBritain is, I for one would not feel welcome there.