October 10th, 2006

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Surreal

I just had a comment on my Flickr account saying "I invite you to post this pic to ILoveMyWristWatch.com -- rate watches and get yours rated by other watch aficionados."

Ok, I thought - it's my first bit of Flickr spam, taking me to some kind of phishing/ad site. But it's not... it's actually legit.

For the first time in a while the internet has surprised me.

"Don't you love your wristwatch? I love mine. All of them. So I created this website for people like me who want to share their passion with like-minded folks.

Here you can upload a picture of your watch, comment on and rate other people's watches, and get comments and ratings in return from other watch aficionados. It's simple, it's fun, and it's free.

We have Rolex Submariners, Omega Speedmasters, and plastic Kermit watches. It's all for the love of the watch."
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Forwards or backwards?

The problem with promising to write in reverse is that life doesn't stand still. Needless to say I'm not expecting to find much time today so no doubt I'll be old and grey before I get all this done. Maybe this evening if I'm lucky.

Anyway, last night I went to my first portfolio showing. It was an interesting experience and I still need to work on my language skills to better fit in. However, I am starting to think about how portfolios go together; how colours tell a story and implementing narrative through photographs in a way I hadn't earlier. It's interesting to see what other people find interesting about my work.

I have an annoying tendency to talk down my music stuff in "arty" audiences. It's very easy to be self-deprecating as it's not carefully planned, meticulously executed art - it's about mood, energy and moment. Does that make it less valuable? Still, I picked up some compliments - but the cynic in me suggests that that is just because it's the thing to do. I guess now I have to see if I am invited to another one.

Being mostly embarrassed by my presentation I've of course thrown money at the problem and have ordered some more prints with a plan to show groups of photos together with a greater sense of coherence. How well this will work I don't know yet, but I'm becoming more and more keen on prints. Which is especially odd because a number of people were exhibiting work "on laptop" rather than "in print" and I normally pride myself on being near the cutting edge.

Then I didn't go to badminton and instead mused on how far I've come; how far I have to go; and played some more Battle for Middle Earth.
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Mmmm dinner. If you're ever in Birmingham and need vegetarian food in a hurry - don't try Sibila's close to the canals. However, if you aren't in a rush then I can thoroughly recommend it. Yum.

Looking backwards, today was another tedious episode in my attempts to save the public purse money in the face of exteme and unwarranted cynicism so I shall gloss swiftly over that and go back further to the weekend.

Sunday was ruana1's birthday lunch - though in a break with tradition where the "guest of honour" stays longest she actually ran off quite early; a more positive outlook on life and the not-to-my-taste Lacuna Coil which I've touched on before. The reason I can say Sunday was more positive was that I was in a really foul mood Friday evening and Saturday day - and not only due to Robin Hood. mr_cook did a fine evening meal (I notice a food trend in this post already) but I was really not feeling sociable and was jolly tired which led to sensible people staying well out of my way. An evening in with a book rather than at Kryogenix, followed by sleep did a great deal for me.

The other notable event on Sunday was my demonstration to quondam of the importance of knowing how to use a bicycle pump before setting out on a ride. We'd done around 9 miles or so of an eventual nearly-12 when I noticed my rear tyre was looking a little flat. I stopped, checked it, realised it was probably looking compressed because of my lardy nature but, at her suggestion, borrowed her pump to just top it up to see if there was any noticeable difference.

"Do you know how to use this?" says I

"Nope." says she

"How hard can it be?" I ask myself...

Needless to say within a few short seconds I had completely deflated the tyre and was now standing at the meeting of Edgbaston/Smethwick/Winson Green in the dark with only one tyre. What seemed like an hour later of trying to reinflate the bloody thing quondam set off home to get a car; a cycle rack and an old fashioned pump that I knew how to operate.

It was plain sailing from then, but I'm not totally sure about cycling-shorts-with-built-in-sanitary-protection for your average man on a bike.

Bed now. More exciting updates soon, but not tomorrow probably as I have a "public facing" day manning a conference strand which is bound to get my blood boiling.