All I want is the moon upon a stick
Today, I downloaded the newly released Radiohead album ‘The King of Limbs’. I decided to tweet a single thought about each track as I listened. I am recording them here for posterity.
Track 1 - Bloom. Sounds of ‘The Eraser’ instantly permeate. My arms resemble chicken skin.
Track 2 - Morning Mr Magpie. Familiar cadence. My foot may be tapping a different beat, my rhythmical impotence cares not.
Track 3 - Little by little. Controlled panic. Nursery rhymelike chorus. Is this ‘The Eraser’s Amnesiac?
Track 4 - Feral. Yorkes voice is an instrument. Colin’s bass is sublime. I have just become aware of my head bobbing.
Track 5 - Lotus Flower. Second listen after watching Thom’s earlier video of Tilda Swinton in a bowler hat. I’m being seduced.
Track 6 - Codex. It’s the little things that get me. Thom is making love with the piano. I feel delicate.
Track 7 - Give up the ghost. There should be a guitar effects pedal called ‘Thom’s voice’. He layers it beautifully.
Track 8 - Separator. Swirling harmonics tease. I know this is the last one. I look at the track length. I try and pause time.
That was the longest kiss. 37 minutes and 29 seconds of rapture for my aural receivers. Thank you @radiohead #kingoflimbs
Pale Blue Poem
Mars is all Red,
Earth is Pale Blue,
Look close that dot,
For on it sits you.
On the 14th February 1990 Voyager 1, having completed its primary mission, turned around to looked back at us and took this humbling image of the Earth.
‘A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam’ - Carl Sagan
“
The crucified planet Earth,
should it find a voice
and a sense of irony,
might now well say
of our abuse of it,
“Forgive them, Father,
They know not what they do.”
The irony would be
that we know what
we are doing.
When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Earl
I’m typing this with my left hand, Earl is on my lap, his head on my hand, I have cramp. He is not well, still having trouble after a very traumatic week with frequent stays at the V.ery E.xpensive T.imeshare. I cannot bring myself to disturb him. The TV remote, on the floor, is just in reach of my left toes which so far have managed to select channels 111, 1_ _, 11_, 279 and 999. For those with Virgin Media you may recognise 279 as The God Channel, 999 was a desperate Michael Flatley inspired dance on the remote to change the channel to anything but! So, 999: ‘Getting the most from Virgin Media’ on infinite loop it is because this is the first time Earl has properly rested since his return yesterday. He is at peace, just there on my crampy hand and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
An Intimate Shimmer
Sometimes you see a common shooting star, but then there is a time you see one, just exactly where you look, and it’s yours.
Angry Birds Seasons in the Android Market FREE
I had forgotten to get an advent calendar this year. Then along came Rovio with their new Angry Birds Seasons. Much more enjoyable than a badly moulded, snowflake sized drop of chocolate.
(Link to Angry Birds Seasons in the Android Market)
ROFL T-Shirt features in IT Crowd
How chuffed was I when I found out that my ROFL/ROLF T-shirt design had be worn by Roy from IT Crowd season 4 episode 2 - The Final Countdown. I have long admired the work of Graham Linehan and to have something I created appear in something he created is something I am very proud of. So here is Roy displaying my proudness! :)
Dark Labyrinth
Physics is written in this grand book of the universe, which stands continually open to our gaze. But the book cannot be understood unless one first learns to comprehend the language and to read the alphabet in which it is composed. It is written in the language of mathematics, and its characters are triangles, circles and other geometric figures, without which it is humanly impossible to understand a single word of it; without these, one wanders in a dark labyrinth.
-Galileo Galilei
‘Your lagrange point’
In perfect poise I orbit with you.
Bound by universal forces.
Two eloquent ballroom dancers, separated by the vastness of space.
Yet your gravity is too weak to pull me closer.
I yearn for your celestial presence to gain mass and change my trajectory.
Then as a beautiful flash in your night sky we would become one.
Until then, I am trapped at your lagrange point.
