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Parenting Photos

Small object of desire

On Thursday, I was pushing Bernard around the supermarket, as I do. We reached the last aisle, where I saw a display of cheap toy cars – 69p each, or 2 for £1. A huge “3+” emblem in the corner of the box made it clear that these were not going to be suitable for Bernard for nearly 2 more years.

“Well, baby, ” I said, “I’ll buy a couple and then look after them for you.”

And now, I hold my red 1/56 Honda S2000 and my yellow 1/57 VW Golf ((yes, the different scales do mean that the Golf looks awkwardly small and the S2000 looks awkwardly large)) in my hands, and think “By golly, these feel good.”

Toy cars. Where have I been all these years? I’ve been in a wilderness for the last decade or two, but I have returned.

Cars

Here, do yourself a favour. This weekend, buy yourself a toy car. You’ll feel fantastic.

*UPDATE: I’ve taught Bernard to push the cars around on the floor and make vrooming noises. Karen is most impressed. Truth be told, so am I. Vroooom!*

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Original Music Parenting

Soundscape 1

My son asked me to help him record a song that he’s been working on. I’ve put it up here for you to listen to.

The song launches instantly into a dynamic and rhythmic first movement, with an up-beat tempo and airy feel. The listener is then startled when the music suddenly ceases, and is replaced by a very short, but very profound, acappella passage.

The artist can then briefly be heard adjusting his position in the studio. The second movement comes in at about 34 seconds, and it is an altogether much darker affair. It is a veritable assault on the ears, and contrasts superbly with the poppiness of the first movement. The lyrics here are much more sinister, chilling in what they don’t say, almost as much as what they do.

The artist is clearly exhausted, and spends the subsequent 40 seconds regaining his composure, while remarking on the quality of the coffee.

The third movement begins at exactly 1:29, and indicates the artist retreating into his shell, musing on his purpose and offering deep philosophical questions to the listener. It is by far the longest movement of the piece, and it tapers off gradually, in anticipation of the superb fourth, penultimate, movement.

The fourth movement, at about 2:25, is unlike anything that this reviewer has ever heard before in his life. Consisting of just the same note played three times, each time quieter than the last, it symbolises mankind’s lack of faith in his own judgement, gradually becoming less and less confident of his decisions as time goes by. Remarkable.

More studio noise, and then the final movement at 2:58. This movement is presented in a minor key, I think. By now, the artist’s exuberance has caused the guitar to go completely out of tune. Which says it all.

If I had to use one word to describe this piece? Majestimospheric.

(mp3 no longer online – email me if you are interested)

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Displeasure Food

High fructose, low satisfaction

Karen was forced to rescind on our lunch arrangements, leaving me somewhat up in the air. This is a figure of speech. I was not really up in the air. I was stood on the ground, and then shortly thereafter, sat back down in my chair.

So I went to the nearby sandwich shop for the first time in months. I used to go there every day, before realising exactly how much money I was wasting, and all the marvellous things that I could do with that money instead.

I purchased a can of Coca-Cola to go with my sandwich and my bag of crisps. Upon taking my first sip, I was unimpressed. It didn’t taste quite right. Close, but not close enough.

I turned the can over in my hand and realised the cause. Again, I didn’t *literally* turn the can over, because this would have resulted in the drink pouring over my lap. I actually rotated the can, whilst craning my neck to silly angles until I could read the (very helpfully) vertically-orientated text.

This drink had not been canned in the UK, but it was actually made to the US specification. For the last 22 years, Coca-Cola from the US has been made using High Fructose Corn Syrup, or HFCS, instead of sucrose. This is for the simple reason that it is cheaper, because importing sugar into the US is ridiculously expensive, and corn is ridiculously cheap. Other soft-drink manufacturers do it too, along with producers of other processed foods across the nation.

The Coca-Cola corporation, unsurprisingly enough, claim that there is no difference in flavour between Coke made with HFCS and Coke made with natural sugar. To which I counterclaim: O RLY? ((Now that O RLY has passed out of vogue, I feel like I can get away with saying it))

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Food Photos

Best pizza base ever

Base

This was such a damn good pizza base, I felt that I should photograph it for posterity.

More photos of the pizza after the “jump”.

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Meander

Protection backfiring

A few weeks ago, I discovered a mobile phone round the back of my house, baking in the hot sun. I took it home, and after figuring out the UI, managed to place a call to “HOME”. I told them that I had found their phone, and they came round and picked it up, and everyone was reunited with everyone that they ever wanted to be reunited with ever.

Today, I discovered a phone in almost the same spot, shivering in the damp cold. I took it home, and after figuring out that it was turned off, turned it on. It asked me to enter the PIN.

I gave 1234 a stab.

Incorrect. 2 tries remaining.

It’s a bit sad, really. The person who PIN-protected this phone probably thought that they were being really clever. What they forgot to take into account is that in this world, there are actually a surprising number of nice, helpful people, who want to return this phone, but need access to the phone book to do so. Sigh.

I’m stumped now. I’d hand it in to the local police station, but I’m not sure that such a thing even exists these days.

Bernard, meanwhile, is stacking blocks. His tallest tower was five blocks high. This is most impressive.

We don’t stop here

Mulholland Dr.On a few occasions in my life, and I can count the number of such occasions on one hand, I have reached the end of a film and wanted to immediately watch it again from the beginning. Notable examples are *Memento* and *Donnie Darko*. Films that are designed to pay off on the second viewing, assuming that you weren’t sleeping through it the first time round. *Mulholland Drive*, you may have gathered, is such a film. One day, I anticipate that this movie will be one of my all-time favourites.

The secret to enjoying this film is to pay attention. Imagine that you are a detective, presented with a series of seemingly unrelated clues. They may not make sense now, but commit them to memory, for you will need to be able to recall them all later in order to piece the puzzle together.

It’s stimulating, and somewhat challenging, but definitely not directionless. Yes, it’s not all spelled out for you. Yes, events are not portrayed in strict chronological order. But isn’t that realistic? Real life isn’t spelled out in detail. In real life, information never comes to you as and when it happens – it comes after the event, in the form of gossip from friends and headlines on the news websites. You have to take the information, put it in order, and fill in the gaps. That’s what your brain is for. And that is why this film is so engaging. It’s brain exercise, and without your input, it is worth nothing.

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Gardening Photos

Snappy

Snappy in July 2007

Snappy’s doing pretty well at the moment. He’s been eating lots of delicious flies lately.

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Gardening Photos

Veiny

Geranium

I think that this is a geranium of some sort.

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In The News Music

Fopped

> Music retailer Fopp has announced it is shutting down its 105 shops, as the firm becomes the latest victim of the slump in CD sales.

This is terrible, terrible news. Fopp was the only music store that sold desirable CDs at a reasonable price. It was the only place where DVDs were priced at £7, rather than all being on a “3 for £21” offer. It was the only chain music store that I could get enthusiastic about.

I feel a bit lost now.

*UPDATE: Bobbie Johnson feels exactly the same way as I do.*

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Music Original Music

Everyone’s Got Piles

More than seven months ago, I claimed to be feeling the distant aroma of inspiration. Well, what happened? I uploaded one song, then wrote a couple of others for another project, and then somehow found myself in a five-month slump. A number of factors have been responsible: the desire to live in a clean, tidy, well-maintained house; lots going on at work, leaving me ‘xhausted at the end of the day; spending time with the fambly.

But then I started to fear for my creativity, which is blatantly atrophying, so on one Sunday morning a month ago, I pushed myself to record this song that I’d been developing over the previous couple of weeks. I came to the realisation that all this sitting around in front of a computer is going to catch up with me soon, and if I don’t start taking better care of myself, I’m going to hit 30 and have the body of a 40 year old. The only option that I can see is to find time in my schedule for regular exercise, but as I am no longer a person with ample spare time, that will mean sacrifices elsewhere.

Anyway, enough mithering, here’s the song, and I think that it’s a cracker. It features an extra uber mega special guest on piano and backing vocals, Nathan, who was absolutely honoured to work on this prestigious project, I’m sure. He added his contribution yesterday afternoon, and we can finally consider the song to be finished.

Listen at last.fm