Bloglovin

Follow my blog with Bloglovin if you like that sort of thing.

Since the very sad and untimely demise of Google Reader I have been using Feedly to read and sort the large amount of blog and RSS feeds I follow.

But still I missed the hive mind collaborative and interactive nature of Reader, being able to leave comments on posts and see what other people were reading. I am aware thereis a payment level on Feedly that allows one to do something similar,  but I am in the early stages of making my work profitable in some form so such expenditure is out of the question at this stage and by its nature one would be only interacting with a small, exclusive commmunity.

Bloglovin seem to be, at this stage, to have the potential of having a simile sharing platform to Reader. You can follow, comment and collate blog posts into collections of particular subjects which echoes the nature of Flipboard. And it all links to your profile and your own blog. Theref providing a potential for a great network of blogs, people, connections and recommendations to those of a similar mind and compulsions.

I recommend giving it a try and please follow me there to see what I get up to.

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This is my variable collection of things I’ve read, seen and heard on that internet.

The weather’s turned (see above) so we have gone straight to autumn here in the UK but it does mean we get to have fires and other autumn delights.

Most of this post is automated so it doesn’t take long to assemblt once I have bookmarked things.

Hope it’s of use.

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“…like “Rite of Spring” in Disney’s Fantasia … our internal devils may destroy and renew us through the technological overload we’ve invoked.”

“Electronic aids, particularly domestic computers, will help the inner migration, the opting out of reality. Reality is no longer going to be the stuff out there, but the stuff inside your head. It’s going to be commercial and nasty at the same time.”

J.G.Ballard (April 1982)

“Go bravely to it, not as a coward.”

Stop worrying about content and what your dipshit peers will think and who you may or may not offend on social media and whether or not someone will google you in the future and give you or not give you a job because those jobs will kill your soul anyway.
All of those things are things you don’t need in your life. They are the things that come from without, not from within. And that’s what matters: What’s inside of you. That is the stuff of you.

Susannah Breslin

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Ethel The Notebook is getting very full. It might time for retirement soon.
Ethel The Notebook is getting very full. It might time for retirement soon.

It’s been a beautiful weekend, like the summer’s not ready to let go, I’ve been outside, mostly, hacking at the hedges. Pleasant but very tiring.

Within the space of a week UK politics has changed completely which is a breath of fresh air whether you agree with the direction or not. You can tell how much it has changed by the level of hysterical outrage in the old school press. It can be difficult to take your eyes off the news. Fun times.

If your not watching This Is England ’90, do yourself a favour and get with it. When it’s done, it’s done.

Social Media-ed

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Listened

Emily Hall – Ode To The Pylon

Deerhunter – Snakeskin

Kathryn Joseph – The Bird

Bookmarked

Twitter and Instagram users can learn a lot from a 1920s journalist – Paul Mason/A Graphic Account of Roxane Gay and Erica Jong’s Uncomfortable Conversation by Mari Naomi/Meet the Artist Making GIFs to Ridicule All the Shit Women Deal With: Isabel Chiara/The Tsarnaev trial: Drawing a line/Hunter S Thompson on Now, from the Past/Jeremy Corbyn’s new PMQs has Tory MPs turning to tranquil pursuits like sketching MPs/’Ukraine’s Banksy’ on his time imprisoned by separatist rebels – in pictures/Megan Nicole Dong – “I’ve been doing a series of comics about men being deceived by makeup.”/Judy Pfaff/

Always Tumbling at TheElectronicalRattleBag

I can relate to this:

Bits from Deep Winter.

Ah, January, with your sobriety and need for useful activity. I suppose we better do you.

I have a list of overlong posts to make, I got backed up a little with various things happening towards the end of the year, I’ll make it easy for myself by starting with a Round Up Of Things type post.

WolfandFox posted this clip from Judex. We got shown this film at art college and it had a profound effect on me. This sequence stood apart somewhat, it’s like film from another planet, doesn’t try to explain itself too much. I like that.

 

This clip from Paul Mason, an off the cuff rant on his frustration with another banking corruption story, from someone who follows world finance as closely as he does. It won’t stop happening, despite what they say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I spent a bit of time in South Shields during November. It’s a lovely place.

 

 

 

 

 

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South Shields harbour from last week. #latergram

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@tkoola is tweeting the entirety of Joyce’s Ulysses, they’re on their sixth go round:

Also interesting:

https://twitter.com/Vicki_Lagnehag/status/540403287556898816

This quote from Rob Horning:

Social media offer a single profile for our singular identity, but our consciousness comprises multiple forms of identity simultaneously: We are at once a unique bundle of sense impressions and memories, and a social individual imbued with a collectively constructed sense of value and possibility. Things like Facebook give the impression that these different, contestable and often contradictory identities (and their different contexts) can be conveniently flattened out, with users suddenly having more control and autonomy in their piloting through everyday life. That is not only what for-profit companies like Facebook want, but it is also what will feel natural to subjects already accustomed to capitalist values of convenience, capitalist imperatives for efficiency, and so on.

The magnificent Billie Whitelaw past away, Samuel Becket’s Perfect Actress. How can you not watch this and be transported to another place. (#FilmFromAnotherPlanet)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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via edgarwrighthere

Nice post on Brain Picker about Lynda Barry and her new book, Syllabus.

 

 

Bill Kartalopoulos wrote a great piece on why comics are more important now than ever, in which he refers to Professor Maryanne Wolf‘s idea of the bi-literate brain. It includes an interesting breakdown of this classic page by Windsor McCay.

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via Huff Post

 

Robert Frost famously described poetry as the thing that gets lost in translation. It’s not hard to imagine the story of Little Nemo’s galloping bed adapted into full blazing CGI, and certainly much would be added. Digital texture artists would show us what kind of wood Nemo’s bed is made from (oak? teak? cherry wood?); the wind would ruffle convincingly through Nemo’s hair as his face registered every gradation of delight and terror (the recent cgi Peanuts trailer suggests some possibilities). But what would be lost in this translation from one form to another would be the poetics of comics: the aesthetic experience of simultaneously experiencing a comic’s form and content so harmoniously that the contours of the comic’s theme can be read in its architectural blueprint.” (via)

Matt Fraction wrote this about why he is easing off Twitter. It’s a sobering read. Encourages me to want to post on here more.

I have been keeping a Winter 2014 playlist. It’s already quite long as I feel I have been catching up with autumn. (There’s a more comprehensive version on Whyd, but that doesn’t seem to embed here.)

 

 

 

 

Adam Curtis made this chilling short film for Charlie Brooker’s round up of last year. It definitely should’ve gone out instead of the Christmas speech.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not sure how the embeds are coming across in different reading applications, but to be honest I don’t really have that many readers that it matters. If it does, and you’re missing stuff let me know.

Hope you enjoy your year.

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There’s nothing like the arrival of a new interesting social media thing to get people talking about talking.
Ello kind of blew open this last week, taking the creators by surprise slightly. I got myself and invite from a dear internet friend, and there’s only one way to find out if you look like something. It could be better than bad.
Turns out I do quite like it.
There’s a lot of speculation and discussion as to whether its the Facebook Killer prophecy speaks off, or just another Diaspora. Google+ was a Facebook Killer for about 2 days and that had Google behind it.
You can’t buy cool though.
Ello’s first inhabitants were the creatives, artists, writers and weirdos (and I mean that in the nicest possible way) we all love and adore, there weeks before anyone else. Then, because of it’s most righteous indie web aspirations it also has provided a landing pad for those fleeing Facebook as a result of its banning accounts without users genuine names (immediately alienating large areas of the LGBT community for one).
And they say they won’t advertise at you or sell your data, which is nice, but has many wondering how it will pay for itself, suggesting the big sell out is inevitable, or has already happened.
I’m hopeful it won’t. But it does have me wondering why we all just don’t post to our own sites all the time anyways, instead of socially mediating and handing all our content to someone elses website.
Makes me think I should be using this more.
Maybe I will.
Or maybe I’ll see you on Ello.

(Something that does work nicely on Ello is gifs, the one above is over 2mb and it went up and played no problem).

Seascapes, writing and old formats.

This one took several days to put together, thank goodness for “save as draft” is all I have to say…

We spent a week in Hunstanton, here’s some pictures:

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That’s my team down there on the beach. Jellyfish rich atm. This place.

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This last picture is the Wash Monster, a converted amphibious vehicle, made for the Vietnam War and repurposed as a tourist holiday fun ride, like they do on the East Coast.

I tried to draw it here.

 

 

Mikey Please announced his new company Parabella Studios with Daniel Ojari , He also uploaded his marvellous short Marilyn Miller to Vimeo to celebrate. He’s the PTA of the animation world as far as I am concerned:

Here is a great Walt Disney film on the multi-plane. When I was at college (a very long time ago) the multi-plane was the secret magic trick to get flat things to work in three dimensional space, it meant you could have depth blurring, shadows, false perspective and differential lighting in a cut out animation format. Obviously this has now been superceded by the 2.5D enabled in After Effects comping. I am very glad I was able to use the old tool, though. I built a few of my own with wood, screws, baked bean tins and gaffer tape and filmed a lot of my graduation film in my bedroom with all my housemates bedside lights. Anyway the one here in the film is a bit more up market.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I suppose these posts are back ups for the links and thoughts that I spit out on the social medias. So if you follow me there, you probably don’t need to read this. However I don’t often cross post stuff to everything, so this is a handy way for me to review what I found and amalgamate into one huge blog dump. As Austin Kleon says it can be helpful to review what you’ve been sharing.

Speaking of Austin Kleon, he can ask him anything you can’t google on Tumblr, here’s one answer to a question on dayjobs:

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Here is Haruki Murakami on writing and running:

When I think about it, having the kind of body that easily puts on weight is perhaps a blessing in disguise. In other words, if I don’t want to gain weight I have to work out hard every day, watch what I eat, and cut down on indulgences. People who naturally keep the weight off don’t need to exercise or watch their diet. Which is why, in many cases, their physical strength deteriorates as they age. Those of us who have a tendency to gain weight should consider ourselves lucky that the red light is so clearly visible. Of course, it’s not always easy to see things this way. I think this viewpoint applies as well to the job of the novelist. Writers who are blessed with inborn talent can write easily, no matter what they do—or don’t do. Like water from a natural spring, the sentences just well up, and with little or no effort these writers can complete a work. Unfortunately, I don’t fall into that category. I have to pound away at a rock with a chisel and dig out a deep hole before I can locate the source of my creativity. Every time I begin a new novel, I have to dredge out another hole. But, as I’ve sustained this kind of life over many years, I’ve become quite efficient, both technically and physically, at opening those holes in the rock and locating new water veins. As soon as I notice one source drying up, I move on to another. If people who rely on a natural spring of talent suddenly find they’ve exhausted their source, they’re in trouble.

Ray Bradbury on teaching storytelling:

Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. I write metaphors. Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. The great religions are all metaphor. We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion’s den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can’t get free of them and that’s what kids like in school. They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there’s a story.

And here is an amazing speech by him where he lays down a very easy to follow DIY writing course:

 

 

 

Werner Herzog on making films:

The best advice I can offer to those heading into the world of film is not to wait for the system to finance your projects and for others to decide your fate. If you can’t afford to make a million-dollar film, raise $10,000 and produce it yourself. That’s all you need to make a feature film these days. Beware of useless, bottom-rung secretarial jobs in film-production companies. Instead, so long as you are able-bodied, head out to where the real world is. Roll up your sleeves and work as a bouncer in a sex club or a warden in a lunatic asylum or a machine operator in a slaughterhouse. Drive a taxi for six months and you’ll have enough money to make a film. Walk on foot, learn languages and a craft or trade that has nothing to do with cinema. Filmmaking — like great literature — must have experience of life at its foundation. Read Conrad or Hemingway and you can tell how much real life is in those books. A lot of what you see in my films isn’t invention; it’s very much life itself, my own life. If you have an image in your head, hold on to it because — as remote as it might seem — at some point you might be able to use it in a film. I have always sought to transform my own experiences and fantasies into cinema.

You go walking in Leigh Woods and you can find enchanted trees.

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Just another enchanted tree, nbd.

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Look at that picture whilst listening to She Keeps Bees.

Or alternatively listen to 12 hours of Deckard’s Apartment sound (via 3liza).

Look at these old forms of media. I have boxes of these old tape things. This one is made by a company that doesn’t even exist anymore, and it and they were EVERYWHERE.

Sergei Eisenstein looking at actual film (via various}.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s an old photo taken on film with accompanying commentary on Instagram:

 

 

Clearing out the garage and the study ready for them to be demolished is proving a slow and emotional process. You find the strangest artifacts. This is me doing a “selfie ” in the nineties. Alone on a boat in the River Mekong (long story). The idea of travelling solo for months at a time is very far away from where I am now. That is not a bad thing. Look, I’m doing my best Hunter S Thompson like an actual ****. Unfortunately one can’t really pull it off when one has the face of a baby.

…and yes I did paint that t-shirt myself.

Sometime later I took another selfie, with a phone obviously. and I submitted it to Molly Broxton‘s GDSP project, a collaborative photography project which you can get involved with here. It’s been going for a while now the idea is that one person suggests a prompt which others follow, and if you submit you will then have a turn at suggesting a prompt yourself. I might write a longer post about what happened when I submitted a prompt and the extraordinary stories that came out of that. Here is a montage of the batch from the first ever prompt.

 

 

 

 

 

Jim Woodring (on Facebook), pointed out this tumblr where someone was posting examples of one of a very strange old comic called the Wiggle Much.

Some pottery animation from Jim Le Fevre and the gang:

Andy Thomas has done some nice work visualising bird song:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thom Yorke from Radiohead appears to be posting up drawings. Not sure if they are his or not.

 

 

 

 

..and here’s some Giacometti from the Paris Review.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Night!