125% more interesting

Why have I posted a photo of scaffolding? Firstly because I can but mainly because it’s approximately 125% more interesting than a Citrix installation; that’s why.

Laying down beats with Bert Monroy

Just like accountancy, Photoshop is not the greatest of party-starters; even if you’re in the scene (for want of a better descriptive), it’s difficult to maintain the interest factor much past 3 or 4 sentences.

The production team at Revision3 have obviously noticed this, and, in a fit of insanity (or drugs) decided: what a podcast video of Photoshop techniques really needs is a drum and bass soundtrack. Now I have nothing against a little musical accompaniment but this simply Does Not Work. I found myself periodically wanting to shout down to the unseen teenager to turn their music down; I couldn’t hear what the nice man was saying. FFS!

Perhaps if he were to rap the technique as a Gangsta Rhyme; or better still, and more fittingly, a hoedown patter call: “take your stylus in your hand. Grab the pen tool; make a bend.” They could take that on tour. Marvellous.

Now I’m off to watch Delia Smith prepare chicken in a basket at a Metallica gig.

In the bag

Well, that’s the first day of my extra-long bank-holiday weekend 3/4 of the way through. What have I achieved? My review for Focal is complete and sent off, hooray! I tested a couple of new ideas for Elements techniques (model village pictured) and finished watching The Brave One (I was too tired to do so last night): not a bad film, a little slow at times – although that may have been fatigue based impatience – but not so much to detract from the plot; a welcome twist on the vengeance story-line which is not just a no holds barred violence-fest.

Relocation, relocation, relocation

Fear not, dear reader, the missing component of the installation has been found: the artist had merely moved it into a neighbouring gallery.

I think it works well as an individual piece.

Disappointed

Well, it seems someone didn’t appreciate our avant-garde statement and has made off with the tyre. I’m hopeful, however, that it was the artist themselves rethinking the piece; to return with something more powerful. My breath is bated.

Is this you?

Living in one of the cultural epicenters of East Sussex, very little surprises me any more. So, the fact that someone has decided to begin an art installation on our driveway has not sparked the need to ‘phone my councillor or write stern letters to the local paper. I say begin because this seems to be an ongoing thing, starting a few days ago with the glove, with the addition of the tyre this morning. I’m wondering if it’s an ironically slow performance piece. I may well photograph its progress and put it all together when it’s complete, Nick Park style.

As nice as it is to consider using our house as impromptu gallery, the artist has neglected to place one of those little cards explaining its meaning so at present, I have no idea which way up it’s supposed to be viewed. Answers on a postcard please.

Hum-drum

So, I started this ‘blog yesterday with all the best intentions of having it filled with wondrous musings and other such things, but, as it transpires, not much has happened (from my side of things, at least).

Jules and her friends from the course did their first public massage session today. Despite her doubts, it was a huge success and she thoroughly enjoyed it, although she was shattered by the end of it.

We stayed at home playing Wipeout Pulse. Here are two typical snapshots of my game-play tactics:

The first being on the verge of destruction

and the second actually achieving it.

The first day of the rest of my life..

..so this could be a very long ‘blog; or stop here. It’s always a lottery.