Well not exactly new, often the first time you see things is as good as new though. And then there's the electric bike, it takes the hard work out of cycling, but does it also take the cycling out of cycling? More interestingly new are new bloggers, a big welcome to Simply Clare and Mary Plain, both blogs look really good (and when is somebody going to do a study on the names that bloggers use - it'll probably be Dr Joolz!)
Cut the bindings off of books found at a used book store. Find poems in the pages by the process of obliteration. Put pages in the mail and send them all around the world. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I suppose in essence this is a recycling of William Burroughs’ cut-up technique. Maybe he was doing serious play; play as art. In a related way, Ian Breakwell has been doing art with words for a long time (since the mid 70s). And Tom Phillips’ Humument is a sort of visual and verbal mash-up of an 1892 manuscript by W.H.Maldock A Human Document. So more and more the word is being set free from the ‘enclosures of bookspace’. Like this posting, the word onscreen, digital literacy, message play, blogging.
I love shop fronts more than I love window shopping. The shopping areas around where I live are the very opposite of the mall environment, and each shop front is unique, saying something about its proprietor(s). On London Road, shops change hands faster than money. This picture shows a boarded up shop front, which in itself has become a sort of palimpsest. The fly-posters as printed texts seem to be "forming paving stones and paths, networks of rationality through the incoherence of the universe" (de Certeau, 1984).
Former BBC director general Lord Birt criticised the state of the British media in the MacTaggart lecture last Friday. "Let us not tabloidise our intellectual life. Let’s skew the balance back towards scholarship." But this assumes it was there in the first place. Meanwhile the BBC itself took the initiative with a podcast trial. Melvyn Bragg’s In Our Time is up there, featuring his exploration of Marx. Not bad, but not so varied as this though, including as it does, Crochet for Men. Why not?
My new office is an interesting space, being a conversion of two old residential properties (Victorian I suppose). Apart from smelling like the inside of a hoover bag, it's a bit of a maze with interconnecting doors and two staircases which take you to different parts of the building. There's that dreamlike feeling when you discover uninhabited rooms that lead you to places that didn't seem to be there last time you looked. And then you'll find yourself somewhere familiar. A labyrinth.
I was reminded of Borges' fictional places (The Library of Babel has always been a favourite). Looking up stuff on the grand old man I discovered this. The Crimson Hexagon is a sort of annotated bibliography of Borges' fictional booktitles. Strange stuff, labyrinthine in its own way.
I noted this (from thenonist) on blog depression earlier in the week. I borrowed the image from Jill Walker, who I haven't visited for a while. There's a link there to her latest publication which looks at what students learn when they're blogging - interesting stuff.
Now, is this posting long enough...or interesting enough...or should I have found something more interesting...or original...or....???
Blogs are humming with comments on Google's venture into social software. In their bid for world domination Google now want to colonise the instant messaging market with Google Talk. It's being compared to Skype (which is here) as a way of increasing connectivity.
Comparing the sites, it's interesting to see the idea of total mobile communication taking shape. Any-one (really?), any-where (increasingly so), any-time (in a way I hope not). The Google promotion emphasises choice of medium, quality - particularly with respect to audio - and convenience. Will this corner of the Google empire flourish? Only time will tell.
Learning that at least three Japanese universities are now offering courses in manga studies, I just had to blog 10 year old Oscar's Manga syle sketches. In Japan, it seems that academic interest in manga grows, whilst the home manga and comic market is in decline. That seems to be a familiar picture in popular culture and the study of popular culture.
There are some interesting manga blogs around. I've been looking at the wonderfully titled Cognitive Dissonance which offers comic-book reviews including manga stuff and Precocious Curmudgeon which has a similar pitch.
There must be a market out there for souvenir surplus and souvenir mistake goods. This unfortunate Olympic leftover makes a good holiday gift - semiologically interesting olive soap (and functional too!).
Meanwhile my re-introduction to digital culture continues apace. I find out where I could be going wrong (?) reading Stephen Downes - a sort of blogging-by-numbers. The visual display provided by a tagboard or tagcloud is quite tempting. I might try one. Here are the tools. And this one monitors posting frequency. But, is frequent posting necessarily a good indicator of content?
And on the emotional psycholgy of blogging, we now have a new phenomenon. Blog depression! Obviously another example of how evil technology is taking us over. Read all about it here.
With several bithdays to celebrate we're out on the town having eaten tapas here. From left to right this is Ruth, Hannah, Asia, Emma, Sammy and Oli. The food's good and the company's...excellent! And, this afternoon we checked out the Touch Me exhibition at the V&A. The stuff that worked was really cool, but don't you get fed up with exhibits that are broken from overuse. Body-messaging and audio-texting were particularly interesting.
Well I'd never come across a soundblog before, so here's the Harsmedia Soundblog. Click the streams on the left bar for audio samples. Harsmedia are a co-operative of digital artists who are working with found cassette tape. This is the Found Tape Exhibition. Part of what they do is mash up the castaway sounds they find. These files are podcasted. And here's Nick Brendon (from US sitcom Kitchen Confidential) with a rather less ambitious audioblog project.
The ESRC Seminar Series on Play and Digital Culture is to go ahead, so play's the thing - that's good news. Although homework reading for something like play seems like a contradiction in terms, I'm quite eager to get stuck in. Jesper Juul (aka The Ludologist) is interesting on the world of games, but there's a sense in which play is larger than the game itself.
Play gets interesting when it's subversive and breaks out of conventional ways of doing and seeing things. That was what Richard Neville realised when he wrote Playpower. For Neville play was subversive, play was political, and play was all to do with disrupting the status quo.
Interestingly, one of the most playful and innovative uses of writing predates silicon literacy. The work of Mallarme - particularly Un Coup de Des - did something with the printed word that hadn't been done before. Something that demonstrates what written signs can do. A reproduction of Un Coup de Des is here, or if you're more interested in Balinese Cockfighting it's all here and here!
A temporary disruption as I relocate. All my gear's in boxes and it's all reduced to wires and cables. If we went lightweight and wireless there'd be nothing for technicians to do! I think that the persistance of wired connection is part of the secret ecology of new technology. So where are we in the food chain of digital communication? Browsing, grazing and occasionally spewing stuff out. But nevertheless I must say I'm very proud of the new look Blogtrax over here. Let's hear it for Dr Joolz for keeping ahead of the game and keeping us entertained with her keen sense of the visual!
Yes, I'm back in town and coming into digital culture like an outsider! Blogs are now regular news features: here's a couple that hit the Sunday papers. Thinking about the wonderful world of new communication I've been i-messaging my daughters (hopefully, you can't quite see the picture clearly) and am struck by how different that writing environment is to this. Similar tools, different rules. And, as Ruth had problems with her wireless connection, I found myself txting and messaging at the same time. Time for a lie down.
1. The sack trolley. Just load on something heavy, shift the weight and the wheels do the rest. Having just helped my mother move house, I can recommend it!
2. The word processor. (Yes, I know). Press the keys and hey presto, your words are up there and you can send them to anybody else - anywhere.
3. The bicycle. So elegant, so simple, so universal and it gets you around with minimal environmental impact.
4. The kettle. Fill it with water, flick a switch and within minutes you have enough boiling water to make tea. Pure magic.
5. Hair straighteners. Well actually I don't need them, but I hear from very reliable sources that you just can'€™t do without them.
I'd be interested in your 4 or 5 top technologies.
As Jim Gee says "Technologies are tools that allow us to do specific things....technologies have no effects, good or bad apart from the situations and settings in which they are used." Think about it.
This is Cafe Rouge Sheffield at a meeting with colleagues where we finalise our work for this site (not as I first thought for this site). That work is almost complete and I'm happy to say the first draft of my handbook chapter is now complete too. YIPPEEE!! I'm wondering about reactions to English 21, now a month old.... or is it buried beneath pre-election panics and union rhetoric?
This is Maya Arulpragasam known as M.I.A, a refugee from the conflict in Sri Lanka. She sounds good here and those images pack quite a punch. Fooling around on the Airtightinteractive tag-browser, I searched for M.I.A and it brought up loads of baby pics! Clearly it doesn't do punctuation. Anyway, I put in some of my favourite tags and guess what there were my very own pics. OK, must get back to Googleblog now (beats googlewhacking as a way of filling in time!).
Now were on British Summer Time waking up in the morning is a little bit more of a challenge. That's where Clocky comes in handy. After the snooze button is pressed, the clock, which is equipped with padding and a set of wheels, rolls off the table to another part of the room. Each day, the clock finds a new place to hide...and, of course you have to look for it!
And then there's The Next Generation Blue Snooze which updates itself daily by listening to the radio signal from the U.S. Atomic Clock in Colorado (or Rugby if you're in England). That'€™s precision, and the design is so.... tasteful. But I think I prefer the Robotic Flip Clock. It has style - rubber feet that stick to your desk, the legs swing and the numbers flip to give the impression that it's moving towards you! Finally from Half-bakery there's the wonderful idea of the alarm clock that automatically phones in work to say you're sick!
Listening to the wonderful John Berger interview last night, I was reminded of an earlier post - time is not linear. Berger suggested that our conception of time is quite parochial. The idea of linear time, he says, is mainly a product of eighteenth century thinking. Before that, time was cyclical (or things existed out of time). We tend to view time as a locomotive force propelling ourselves into uncertain futures. Berger seemed to be saying that he thought that all events are really co-present. If that is the case, then why do we need British Summer Time, Clocky or Blue Snooze.... or four months off?
These are my old disk boxes. Mostly they are word documents on floppy disks and they are destined for the bin. Being into communication, it's funny how I don't very often think in terms of information - but yet that, in the broadest sense, is what we communicate. So I'm struck by the fact that the space that information takes up keeps on getting smaller, and the speed at which information travels keeps on getting faster. We can, in fact, pack more in. But yet it still takes the same time to walk to the corner shop, to bin floppy disks..... or grow a moustache. So, this is a moustache site with lovely slide shows and music courtesy of Josh Rubin. It's not body art is it? Cos it can't be fashion!
