tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311342842024-03-13T18:38:18.403+00:00CitruslizardMusings from chameleonicAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-19134311841833267272013-05-13T18:48:00.001+00:002013-05-24T08:30:24.146+00:00Everyone is a photographer now / Diffusion Festival Platform 1
Each week throughout the Diffusion festival, there are informal presentations and discussion events providing a space to explore issues facing photography today. The first of the platform evenings was looking at the idea that ‘Everyone is a photographer now’.
The main focus was around the work and a presentation by photojournalist Matt Dunham, who works for Associated Press. Due to the nature Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-91379460514419411732013-04-30T18:38:00.000+00:002013-09-22T18:06:53.849+00:00Focus WalesI'm writing this on a train traveling backwards from Wrexham where I've spent the last thirty hours seeing a couple of gigs, providing projections for a couple of bands and catching up with people all due to focus Wales, a new annual international music gathering across the city.
No doubt spurred on by other city festivals like sonar, SXSW and Cardiff's swn , focus Wales provides a showcase for Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-13917588780656630422013-04-28T17:39:00.001+00:002013-04-28T20:49:03.022+00:00Dr sketchy's miss out of the world beauty pageant.After going up to the north Wales and Chester's Dr Sketchy's Cream Tease last year, I was very excited to be asked back up for their fist ever miss out of this world beauty pageant life drawing event. Inn the weeks running up to the evening, the Facebook page was awash with anticipation and ideas for outfits - as this sketchy would coincide with madame ex's birthday, so an after hours space discoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-50748013636838057012013-04-21T21:26:00.004+00:002013-04-21T21:41:58.633+00:00Alan Dix - Walking WalesAlan Dix is an author, professor, and it seems, a keen walker. His primary interest at large is how people interact with computers at large. Initially, his research has been around the physical input methods and user interfaces of the devices we use and the ways in which we engage and work with others through them. He is increasingly interested in how people might need to use technology in remoteAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-59642600704329621282013-03-18T00:13:00.001+00:002013-04-21T21:44:16.179+00:00Tools of the Trade
Web publishing tools for 'creatives'
First of all, let me define the term a 'creative' in the context of this post. In different circles a creative person can be quite a different beast to the other. I'm mainly referring to those who would like an online space to show their work but who might not have the tools or inclination to write a website by hand. In a fairly loose way - painters, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-72319298764990280732013-01-22T17:55:00.001+00:002013-03-11T21:43:51.455+00:002012
It's January 2013 and today is my 35th birthday. There's nothing inherently peculiar about that - a year has ended and another begun. It's that mid-point through the first month of a new year and the Idea of a new date is settling as it does every year: cheques have been signed with an incremental change (yes I still write the occasional cheque) and future dates noted in calendars. The thing Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-89023647195229880352012-10-18T10:42:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:24:38.455+00:00Twitter in wordpress WoesJust a quick note to anyone experiencing twitter feed difficulties in Wordpress - specifically 'twitter for Wordpress' or old jquery.twitter plugins.
It seems as though a twitter api agreement has changed (probably set in motion a while back, but only the last few days has made the switch)
For 'Twitter for Wordpress'
change the line:
$messages = fetch_rss('http://twitter.com/statuses/Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-24304629963026301792012-09-21T08:30:00.000+00:002013-02-07T09:03:16.011+00:00Thrifty times
It was an early start to the day with a rude awakening from one of the other house guests, Maya the bengal cat. She and mariska are staying with my parents for a few weeks while a friend moves house from Porthcawl back to her home country. They are magnificent beasts, with very individual temperaments and very cute and chatty.
After coming to and a spot of breakfast, the humans of the house Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-12175010000597831482012-09-20T08:24:00.000+00:002013-02-07T08:27:16.342+00:00Carying Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-29181646587996710732012-09-04T02:06:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:25:10.165+00:00Richmond in heat
After arriving in virginia late Saturday and a lazy Sunday, aside from a spot of gardening in the morning, today was labour day in the U S of A. Commemorating the signing of labour laws, but now a good excuse for a Monday off work and traditionally a big BBQ day.
My parents aren't really the outside grill sort unfortunately, but we did pay a visit to the virginia museum of fine art. I always Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-64205032856685645302012-08-06T23:09:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:27:33.849+00:00Back to Pisa
After breakfast, we bid farewell to the mountains and made our way back to Milan by bus and train to get our long train back to Pisa. We originally thought our flight was tomorrow, but turns out it's Wednesday, so another night in Pisa has been booked.
I'm quite looking forward to Pisa, despite a general consensus that beyond a broken tower, there's not much to see or do. If nothing else, a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0Pisa, Pisa43.72284 10.401689tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-77581994377556108112012-08-06T23:07:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:27:55.760+00:00Giorno cinqo
Lazy day.
Walked down the hill to Argegno town, pizza by the lake.
Walked back up the hill, nap in the hotel.
Cola and reading on the lawn.
Shower and walk back down the hill for dinner.
Made cultural faux pas by confusing the locally tart, slightly fizzy red wine with something gone bad.
Had three gelatos to make up for not having one the past two days (it was my pre-holiday goal to eat Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-84126440672975775632012-08-05T09:41:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:28:09.412+00:00Giorno tre
Our last morning in Milan was a quick affair. Despite my best intentions, I failed to make an early morning wander / photo ramble on any of our days in the city and Friday was no exception.
After breakfast we got to the train that would take us north to lake Como where the wedding is. The fast, modern euro train got us into the mountains within the hour, from Como, we took the ferry to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-73508071164878722042012-08-04T17:58:00.001+00:002012-08-06T23:04:31.420+00:00Giorno quatroWaking from a long hot sleep, we joined the other guests at the breakfast table for brioche and nescafe instant cappuccino (when oh when am I going to get a decent coffee in Italy?). Thankfully the rain seemed to have stayed away despite the forecast.
Once all suited and booted (or jacket and sandled in my case) we got into minibuses and cars for a ten minute drive to a medieval monastery turned Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-66004722249046186782012-08-02T21:11:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:28:27.542+00:00Giorno duo
My romantic vision of today was to wander through the brera part of town. The guide books promise a wealth of interesting little shops, galleries, studios and cafes. We didn't quite find the bohemian treasures I had imagined, but were did take a peek around the astronomy department of the university and stumbled upon ARMANI's design studio (I wonder if he'd be impressed with my counterfeitAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-31936715884751374302012-08-01T15:32:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:28:43.438+00:00Giorno Uno
Luckily I awoke to the sound of the underground (literally - the metro is below our hotel) as the shutters on our window betray any sense of the time if day. I was worried that we almost 'Did an Osaka' (where we slept in until 3pm due to the effectiveness of the curtains), but we did make breakfast.
We spent the morning down at the main area of the Duomo Catholic cathedral and galleria vittoro Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-91035434124363362462012-08-01T06:46:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:28:53.033+00:00Milano
Debbie and I are taking our first (non-family) based holiday in a while. We're heading to lake Como in the north of Italy, but first, we've decided to spend a few days exploring the sights, sounds, and smells that the country's second largest city has to offer.
We arrived in Pisa yesterday morning and Emory got on a 4 hour train ride north-bound for Milan. The oven blast of heat that greeted usAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0Best Western Hotel Galles, Piazza Lima, Milan45.48052 9.21147tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-23494158997258148002012-04-10T18:00:00.000+00:002013-02-07T08:29:07.742+00:00channelling
The day's task was to get back to the hook of Holland in time for our 2pm ferry. In my mind that would be a genteel trip to Massluis (where we got Gareth's bike fixed on the first day) where brunch would be taken before meandering back to the port. however, the weather finally caught up with us blowing a north easterly wind and unpleasant rain.
I made it 15k before my knee thought it better toAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-73888351548556183162012-04-10T14:45:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:29:16.075+00:00Rotter. Damn.
After the tourist saturation and relentlessness of Amsterdam,Rotterdam feels more spacious and laid back, albeit with an underlying seriousness. in many ways it reminds me of Osaka. having been demolished during WW2,it's full of quite brutalist modernist architecture, and seems to have a decent amount of cultural things going on to give it an important buzz.
Gareth and I checked into the hotelAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-73956811853568224792012-04-08T16:14:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:29:33.376+00:00Goin' down to Rotterdam
team bike woke up bright and early to a glorious Easter Sunday, there was a clear sense of relief that the rain and driving north easterly wind forecast yesterday was not to be (not this morning anyway).
Gareth, Ad and I rode into the city for some breakfast where i managed to spill my meal into my lap. another coffee and change if trousers later, Ad hit the cycle straad to Utrecht and G and I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-42249945647850292092012-04-08T13:53:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:29:45.388+00:00Dam day
I woke quite early and went to forage for breakfast with orjon. after a few rounds of coffee and toast,we made our way back up to the centre.
I cant remember if there ever was a plan to 'do'anything,but it was agreed that eight people feels like a critical mass when it comes to touring round a place as one group.
Sure, every vintage camera shop, book shop and curios corner caused a pang in my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-23134418602567701802012-04-06T14:16:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:30:10.250+00:00Dag drie
After a hearty night's sleep, we awoke to a gloriously bright day. Meeting up at the train station (some of us stayed at a hostel, Joe and I crashed at Ads' place - after recently moving to Utrecht to do a masters), ate breakfast and set off.
Thankfully, the pace was more easy going than the previous days mission, making it from Utrecht to the outskirts of Amsterdam in about 2 and a half hours.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-47606023329748108732012-04-05T23:41:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:30:19.169+00:00On a boat.. .
All meeting up at Liverpool street station, each of our trusty steeds in tow it was suddenly real.
A night spent catching up over beers on a ferry and 5 hours sleep later and the rudest of tannoy in the face wake up calls,  we've hit the cycle paths of the Netherlands.
Today was marathon trip of roughly 100km from the hook of Holland to Utrecht.
An eventful day marked by a bike repairAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-88744720695721696672012-04-04T15:17:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:30:27.127+00:00Cycle of spring
I think it was the beginning of March that I eagerly agreed to join 7 of my school friends on a cycle ride from the edge of Holland to Amsterdam and back with a few overnight stops along the way at Utrecht on the way there and Rotterdam, the way back.
It's going to be an interesting weekend to say the least
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31134284.post-43964128153124574142011-04-25T19:43:00.001+00:002013-02-07T08:30:35.352+00:00Venezia!
Aaah, venice with your open sewers and creepy carnival masks, you're so romantic!
We disembarked this morning and spent a few sunny leisurely hours wandering up and down canals around the piazza de roma before grabbing a pizza and beer for lunch and mozy-ed onto marco polo airport where I've just had the best coffee of the week and debbie is passed out in the departure lounge. about to board Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860532311100167330noreply@blogger.com0