El Hadji-Diouf- the butt of many a joke and clearly a perfect candidate for clever GIF editing types to work over.
I stumbled on this in a thread that I got to after cursing that I wasn't in New York to visit exhibitions at the Museum of the Moving Image.
Spending a little bit of time looking at maps and Google earth again. Getting excited about what I could do with them. Better not get too carried away with it all.
I really should be doing them at higher resolution but I kind of like the effect. This is Lombard street in the City. Probably lugging around gold or something.
Take another look at the boy in the foreground. The following text explains a little more about him. Surprised? I was:
"Little Mic-Mac Gosling," as the boy with the pitcher is familiarly called by all in his extended circle of friends and acquaintances, is seventeen years old, though he only reaches the height of three feet ten inches. He is, in fact, so small, and, at the same time, so intelligent for his size, that he once held an excellent situation as a lady's page; but I presume he is now getting too old for such an office. His bare feet, I should add, are not necessarily symptoms of poverty; for, as a sailor, and during a long voyage to South Africa, he learnt to dispense with boots and shoes while on deck.
The 29 page report was far too much to enjoy reading but it seems comprehensive enough and the above options made me chuckle a bit. They are options for:
'Tackling the infrastructure issues that can inhibit access to the internet and social media channels'.
Top tip that one about their legacy IE6 and IE7 installations. Truly modern Government running a legacy Civil Service. oO
This is all a bit Catchphrase and perhaps a bit meta. I had a scanned image from a book of a bank scene from the 19th century. There are so many interesting interactions going on in the larger picture I decided to focus on some of them. I'm sure other people are interested in this kind of thing, for me I just like to see what we can easily do nowadays with digitised content using simple digital technologies.
I visited this area in 2010 and stayed in a room we fondly called the bunker. This was because we weren't used to sleeping in a room with iron doors and a blast shield on the window, but by all accounts it's standard in these parts when it comes to new buildings. I remember seeing these green skips about. People filled them with rubbish and then burnt it all out. Quite a sight when they were going but also a real kicker for the environment. You can see all the crap in the background and that is actually one of many endearing memories of the trip. If you turn around on the view you will see a wall covered in graffiti.
"Then came the catastrophy of my life. At a London dinner party I met Joseph Chamberlain. At once, and I think on both sides, there arose the question of marriage. He was seeking a wife, attractive, docile and capable I was ripe for love: revelling in newly acquired health and freedom, my intelligence wide awake, my heart unclaimed.
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"In all this business of life I remained hardheaded and cold, using whatever feminine charms I possessed to further my intellectual ends. Sentimental relationships I had: but the sentiment was always on the other side! Possibly I owe this debt to Chamberlain. He absorbed the whole of my sexual feeling."(1)
We have art. Handpicked over the years from friends exhibitions. Worth every penny when I think about it. This is also huge and one of four pieces of anatomical artwork we have. One looks lewd but is in fact a cross-section of brain tissue. Yum, Yum!
It was a cracking day spent in the office at home drying out a carpet after overnight flooding. I wish the office was not so large or carpeted. Goodbye Tuesday. You have been a strange day mostly involving me staring out of windows and at a computer screen.