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Every Cloud: My adventures as a delegate at a technology conference (Part One)

Diagram of computer monitor

So, I’m spending the day at a conference on technology and things are not going well. Fundamentally not going well. Not going well in the sense that I can’t actually find the conference. The conference is being held in a large and prominent office complex. It is being hosted by a Major Technology Company housed in said complex. I can find the complex, but I can’t find the right entrance. There are at least four, by my count, and none seem to be the right one, nor do any of them actually mention their tenant who, and I can’t state this enough, is a Major Technology Company who really should be prominently featured around the complex. Although maybe there are security concerns. Or they just see this as the initial test – if you can’t find your way in, they don’t want you in there, polluting the minds of all the clever (I won’t say genius as I know that has connotations for a particular Major Technology Company and might give you the wrong impression, plus genius is a little understood and much overused term, right?) folk in there. Read the rest of this entry »

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Friday Jukebox: Désordre et distorsion

Found this while wasting some time on YouTube. I know next to nothing about it, but if you’re in the mood for some suitably icy early 80s leftfield electronic stuff, and let’s face it, who isn’t, then I think this might fit the bill.  Read the rest of this entry »

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The Futurist

The “futurist” produces work that looks like an ancient artifact. The modern rooted in the past – Ulysses paralleled with the Odyssey, Art Deco looking back to Egypt and all that. Remake and remodel, nothing really new. Here was a future before that other future of spaceships and Bakofoil. We’re in those futures now, and nothing looks familiar. We don’t seem to have futures of our own, beyond the prosaic and those borne out of fear. It is less of a concept. We’re in that old eternal now I suppose. We’ll probably recognise our futures once they have gone.

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