Wait until next year

Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today

Category: not sport

Things are not OK

Cover of new Godspeed You! Black Emperor album

…because the internet needs yet another site streaming the new Godspeed You! Black Emperor album (even though you can go out and buy it now) and a quotation from the Guardian interview transcript. Read the rest of this entry »

Striking out

Woman bowling, taken around 1950

The Art of Fielding is quite a lovely, comforting book. In many ways it was the perfect holiday read this summer. In many ways it should have been my perfect book – easy-to-read mid-brow fare, feted by the likes of Jonathan Franzen, giving some sort of insight into the human condition, and fundamentally all about baseball. And yet something was lacking, something wasn’t quite right. Read the rest of this entry »

Open houses

 

Last Saturday we headed out for Open House Weekend. For those unfamiliar with the concept, every year a selection of London’s buildings are opened up to the public, to visit for free. It is opportunity to visit venues that usually charge an entrance fee, or a little more intriguingly, visit places that aren’t usually open for the public to just wander around. Read the rest of this entry »

This week’s consumption report

Festive scene in shop window

That is consumption in the sense of consuming stuff, rather than suffering from tuberculosis, you’ll be pleased to hear. You may be less pleased to hear that this is a lazy link-heavy post. Anyway, this is what I’ve been consuming this week… Read the rest of this entry »

Memory tapes

GIF of an old Peanuts VHS

I think there were a number of factors in me not turning into a horrible drug addict in my youth. Fear was a significant one. I was (probably still am) self-centred enough to think that if I ingested illegal substances I was bound to be the unfortunate statistic, that I’d either have that rare biological make-up that would lead to a terrible, painful death from a single Youthful Drug Experience, or I’d be given something laced with rat poison, with the inevitable consequences. Read the rest of this entry »

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