Hate Mail
My last post has caused deep offence to the people that most deserve it. The rubbery jaws of toy poodles descend upon me from academes in Sydney to Toronto with…
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An Essay on ye Olde Aesthetik
PART ONE I just went off for a quick toilet break and by the time I got back some nong had announced a ‘New Aesthetic’. Actually the first inkling was…
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The Future of the Future
Time’s Harry McCracken does a worthy compilation of Futuristic prediction videos. He goes beyond the usual tittering by including both Future Past and Future Current and calling out the overall…
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HH: More Rabbits
I started building rooms with multiple tape recorders, radios etc. For the radios I’m trying to reproduce my existing Shortwave Radio simulation, but quickly discovered a hard basket.In that exhibit…
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Secrets of the 1%
I’m sorry I’m blogging so much. University break. It’ll stop soon.Frickin’ LinkedIn. You had enough? It’s like a sad FaceBook for middle managers. Everybody links in and then avoid each…
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HH: Bloody hell, it’s actually happening.
I’m kind of embarrassed that it’s taken a stern deadline but… it’s happening. What? Well here is a sketch from 1999. This is one of the musical instruments that feature…
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Rebigotting part 2 – Help design a box set package!
Gosh – how time flies when you’re still servicing high interest debt! It was April when I last reported on the Bigot album. Since then I got the hot water…
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2012 What a Cracker!
It doesn’t get any better than this! You look back over 2011 and say to yourself ‘obvious Leibniz quote’. I myself enjoyed a cornucopia of death, taxes and medical bills…
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Christmas re-education camp
As feared, as predicted; three years of hits and memories have damaged my ability to write music. Three years is longer than most bands last in total. It’s enough time…
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The giant meteor that squashed Guangzhou airport
The day began as any other in the south of the Great Empire – the morning glowed sickly brown with flecks of purple as the old sun cut through layers…