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I have an undeserved and much maligned reputation of being a cheapskate.

I just see myself performing a Sisyphean task in a futile attempt to compensate for the extravagant spending patterns of the wimmin of the tribe.

Hence my constant requests for OAP discounts.

Normally don’t have much luck at the Museum of Applied Arts (they’ve got a choice exhibition on Dieter Rams, the head designer at Braun for over 40 years), but the lady kindly ran through the discount opportunities.

Unemployed?
Mobility challenged?
Student?

“Educator” I said.

“Educator?”

“Yep” I said with as much nonchalance as I could gather “Guest lecturer at the University of Applied Sciences in Pforzheim”

“Well, that must be worth something” she said

The ultimate discount….

Free.

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>I write like Arthur C. Joyce…

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One of my ..ahem… many Professor acquaintances pointed me to “I write like“, a website that uses cutting edge (not to mention robust) algorithms to  

“analyse your word choice and writing style and compare them with those of famous writers.

So Virginia writes like Chuck Palahniuk (whoever he is when he’s at home….), Bat writes like Kurt Vonnegut, Ernest Hemingway writes like Ernest Hemingway (always do a validation, I say…), Kate writes like Bram Stoker, Helen writes like Cory Doctorow (praise indeed…) and Gerald England writes like Arthur Conan Doyle.

Depending on what sort of mood I’m in, I appear to be a reincarnation of either James Joyce or Arthur C. Clarke.

Or a hybrid.

And Professor Fish and Chips could be – based on her dissertation – mistaken on a dark night for Dan Brown.

I’m not sure if that’s good or bad…

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>Just keep adding …..

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…to the “22”
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>A gaggle of geese, a nest of rabbits… #4

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….a shitload of postcards.

From the Linndesign 2006 desktop calendar

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>Reinventorising the language

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The Washington Post reports:

Sarah Palin tweeted that “peaceful Muslims” should “refudiate” the New York mosque being built near Ground Zero. This prompted plenty of retweets at her expense –“refudiate,” of course, is not a word.

After deleting the offending tweet, Palin replaced it with another, calling on “peaceful New Yorkers” to “refute the Ground Zero mosque plan” — although the word she was apparently (still) looking for was “repudiate.”

Then came the kicker: To quell the ribbing she was receiving on Twitter, Palin posted another tweet: “

‘Refudiate,’ ‘misunderestimate,’ ‘wee-wee’d up.’ English is a living language. Shakespeare liked to coin new words too. Got to celebrate it!” 

As someone wrote:

“To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous liberals, or to quit halfterm, and by opposing, rake in speaking fees.”

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The law rules. OK

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In Mainz the other day, watching police ticketing cyclists for riding in the pedestrian precinct.

Thinks: Cool MDP image with a witty “push bike” title.

Click. Done.

“What do you think YOU’RE doing?” yells the policeperson (female) and rockets over to where I’m standing.

“It’s forbidden to photograph police on duty. I DEMAND that you delete the image in my presence THIS INSTANT”

I tell her that a) she’s wrong, b) she can’t demand that I delete the image and c) she’s not identifiable because she’s facing the other way.

(Diane Arbus says so, too.)

Tells me that she doesn’t want to be photographed, that I need press credentials to photograph police and demands again that I delete the image.

I tell her that I won’t delete the image, that I’m allowed to take photographs in a public place and that I’ll ascertain my rights from police headquarters on Monday.

“You do that” she says.

Speak to an apologetic and frustrated spokesman who agrees fully with my position that:

1. I may photograph in a public place without restriction.
2. I may photograph people.
3. I may photograph police except if by doing so I interfere with their activities.
4. A court order is required to delete an image.
5. Publishing images of people is governed by civil law and restrictions only apply if the person is the principal subject of the image.
6. I don’t need press credentials
7. The policewoman is inventing the law as she goes along

“They must KNOW this” he says “They DO know this”

Which is the most worrying….

“Would you care to participate in a remedial session of legislative knowledge for the two officers (i.e. stand there while he rips them new assholes…) or do you trust me to do it?”

The latter.

The law rules. OK

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>So that’s alright, then

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This letter tells me what my pay increase is this year as an OAP.

It’s zero.

I knew this already, because it’s been in all the papers and all over the radio and all over the TV for BLOODY MONTHS.

But we – all 16 million of us – get a letter telling us to use teabags twice and not to go to the movies more than once a year.

Even if they got a deal on the postage, it cost them all of €5m.

That’s almost 30c each.

Better than nothing……

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>A gaggle of geese, a nest of rabbits… #3

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a shitload of postcards.

“Long graceful fingernails of dancers in Thailand wait to perform the tradiional “fingernail” dance – John Everingham

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>A gaggle of geese, a nest of rabbits… #2

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…a shitload of postcards.

I’ve got songs called “Stop you in your tracks” tracks. Great songs that pin you to the wall and that you never forget when you first heard them. 

EVER

I started a series on YMBFA, but the RIAA and its fiendish lawyers were a bit dark on the idea, so I packed it in.

These are the equivalents in 15*10.5 format – postcards that jumped out of the rack and into my hands for whatever reason.

Maybe the Rule of Thirds, maybe the colour combination, maybe the sheer starkness of the design.


You work it out.

#2 – “Jawlensky and Werefkin” by Gabriele Münter 1908/09

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>Steal this photo

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OK, so there’s no ex-centric disc spinning around, but it’s bound to be worth SOMETHING…

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