Cluedo

Thursday 15th March § 3 Comments

(written on the return train journey, a few weeks ago)

First, I should explain that (when I go home) I live in the attic, well out of the path of drunken wanderers. At some point during last nights partying, between the hours of 7 in the evening and midnight, someone came in to my room and scrawled this message on my desk in permanent marker.

Cariad

Which is rather sweet. Certainly better than a crummy Valentines card. If only I had any idea about who could have written this. So far the identity of the mystery scribbler seems to be remaining stubbornly secretive. The only possible course of head is to locate the culprit through a process of elimination. So far I have 4 out of the 39 people at the party, who probably definitely didn’t do it; if they’re telling the truth.

Investigations will continue.

Inflatable Monsters

Monday 12th February § 1 Comment

Inflatable Eel

Evil Eel

Bowling And Metalwork

Wednesday 24th January § Leave a comment

What I sat down intending to write last night was a breif account of how nice an evening I’d had. 7 of us went bowling (which I haven’t done since I was 10), followed by a pizza, too celebrate one of the fellow-coursemates birthday. Only one of us acted adult. And then it snowed! At 11 o’clock at night and it was beautiful.

Today contained much source of intrest. Metalworking is now integral to my model making tool-kit. The workshops here are seriously good (in my entirely inexperienced opinion). Thumbs are not for hammering! I have the blood-blister to remind me.

And there was this lecture about TEQ’s (Trading Emissions Quota’s) by an old guy called David Fleming. It really was very simple. There is cause for hope. The inevitable recession from the combination of Climate Change and Peak Oil can be dampened. Our society might just survive. There will have to be a process of total overhaul (or Lean Thinking as he would term it) of our entire lives, but something that is vaguely recognisable as our society could still exist. New Orleans was a demonstration of how little time it took for laws to fail and for the people to resort to mob rule. If only we could get it implemented we might stand a chance. It seems so obvious.

A Windy Day

Friday 19th January § 2 Comments

After having done almost nothing for the last two weeks, I’ve
tried to compensate by two weeks worth of activities in the space of two days.

Yesterday was really spent on borrowed time, after having not slept that evening. About 5:30 in the morning I decided that I was going to write(code) a fullscreen image viewer, which is really useful for previewing images.

There was a fantastic open-lecture by the sudo-client (who’s name I promptly forgot) for the Performing Arts centre designed by Raphael Vinioli. It’s a really interesting project: two theatres, setup in such a way that either can make use of an extended central stage, or even to open up the whole space to include both spaces, the idea was that the workings of the stages would be revealed to the public. What was really interesting was hearing from a clients eye view on such a huge project. This guy was so pashionate about the project and the possibilities, this is Stage 1 of an idea he’s been pushing for 8 years now. Really crappy on the eco front, and 3 times over it’s initial budget, it’s still quite brilliant architecture. (Apparently, being environmentally friendly costs approximately 5% extra)

Today was a bit slow to start. Missed the last of the moisture ingress laboratories because I slept in. Spent 2 hours messing about in Sketchup. For our first model we’ll be copying Mies Van De Rohe’s iconic Barcelona Pavilion, originally designed in 1929 (The current pavilion is a 1970’s replica, because the original got carefully dismantled, but then they lost. They lost a whole building in the post!). The roof of the CAD-lab was groaning ominously in the storm-force winds. The courtyard of our building was roped off because but’s of the Fletcher building where falling off.

Then Rose, Chris and I went house shopping ‘round lunchtime but discounted that property because it didn’t have a double bed. But later saw a house at 5 and came out and within half an hour we’d each withdrawn a £250 deposit so hopefully that will go through in the morning – in my absence. It couldn’t be closer to the campus.

In between the house hunting I sketched a small doodle that I instantly saw in 3D. No inspirations, no process. Miraculous conception.

It’s more like walk through sculpture than true ‘architecture’. Blurry lines I know. General themes that I was pondering at the time: wind 🙂 waves, texture and puzzling about what makes an idea worthy of scaling up into an all out concept. How do you chose what to develop? Why? How should that choice be made? But in the end this idea turned up out of nowhere, complete, and perfectly formed and so I’m just going to go along with it. It’s not as if I can forget this idea, so I’m stuck with it, no matter how hard its going to be to draw/model/construct. Anyway, next Wednesday shoud see inductions into the Metal Working workshops which will be brill.

Then there was climbing (glowing tinglyness throughout), followed by a brief spell in another pub, but I left before the pub quiz got started because my head aches.

Apparently the ‘place to be’ for live music in Leicester is a tiny pub called The Twisted Toucan, with open mic sessions with talented people and live Reggae and cool stuff like that.

Right now I’m enjoying flipping between ‘The Trial Of Tony Blair’ and the realities of Newsnight. Fiction and reality merging. There are moments when it’s . Switch from a fake Gordon Brown patronising likqwl kiddies in a classroom to the real Gordon, being even more patronising to a group of kids on the starting block of a school race, cut to him chewing the cud (in reality). Meaningful TV.

Oh, and tomorrow I’m going to gawp at the glossy glass losenge starchitecture of Manchester as part of the Uni. 10 buildings within the course of the day.

And for those in the loop, I think I’ve lost my mobile phone.

One huge plus-side, in my rather manic search for my mobile, I happened to look behind my bedside cupboard where I discovered my tiny Fuji digital camera that I thought I’d lost about 2 months ago. In the mean time, believing that the Fuji was well and truly vanished I treated myself to a fantastic Pentax digital SLR. Techno-gluton that I am, I’m tempted to keep them both. Photos will be forthcoming.
If I mention that Irn-Bru is a godly drink which would be ideal accompanied by a shot(glass) of lemon(juice) then I’ve manged to tick off all of those pesky category thingies down the side in the one post.

Love to all & noswaith da.

What, No Tagline?

Saturday 18th November § Leave a comment

What, No Tagline?

iTunes’s randomness at choosing tracks is extremely dubious. I’m sure there’s some telepathy going on. Music of the moment: “For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her” by Simon & Garfunkel.

I Love

Saturday 18th November § Leave a comment

Warning: Soggyness! (and nothing much worthwhile)

Over the last weeks I’ve come to realise just how much my family mean to me. I don’t know why I hadn’t realised it to this intensity before. Living with people in your life it’s easy to rely on that presence. Like a sound that you feel in your body, that you might not notice until it stops and the sudden silence reveals the sound. Like that but with emotions. I had the feelings they were just swamped by our proximity.

It’s not exactly homesickness. I’m happy loving them from a distance. Maybe with the added proviso that we have time set aside in the calendar to spend with each other.

Along with this newly realised love, was another discovery. From the standard definition of family, brother, sister, parents, grandpa aunts, uncles + cousin, I need to expand to include two others. I need two fit two extra bodies into my mental imagery. Yes you. You know who you are. Love you guys.

Gushy sentimental aaahh moment, but it’s true. So there.

Travels Eastwards

Monday 6th November § Leave a comment

Returning to Leicester took 6 and a half hours. After the long night of practising, by today we’d honed hugging into a refined art. The journey was studded with interesting events. As I got onto the train I had too pass through a small gaggle of saxophonists who were playing a repertoire of light jazz and the classical equivalent of Huge Hits 98 to the whole train for the length of the 2 hours it took to reach Shrewsbury.

At Shrewsbury I approached a girl who I thought I vaguely recognised as we were climbing aboard the connection to Birmingham New Street. She turned out to be Dot, sister of Bethan Greaves (who calls her Dottie), who played Mrs Squires (brilliantly) to Josh’s Mr Squires in the Nicholas Nicholby. A fun hour and a half of conversation followed, covering stuffy Oxford traditions, advanced Geology (never Geography), and the pros and cons of being a youngest child (with reference to Bethan and my brother Owen), the strict robes that her (Oxford) collage require worn for exams and the pleasures of city cycling. We had a coffee and a baguette and went our separate ways, but now that I know Dot I know I’ll see her around. It’s one of the nicer things about living in such rural communities.

After that I only had an hour to flitter until I slept on the bus while the guys in the seat behind me talked openly about dealing crack.

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