November 2009
9 posts
We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
Is there anything more excruciating, more desperate, more ridiculous than a one-sided declaration of love? I can’t think of much. And what if the suitor wrote you a love letter IN FULL CAPS? What would you think? Needy? Creepy? Slightly deranged? But then what if the declaration of devotion was not only in full caps but underlined and repeated page after page? Would you want to meet that...
Hush Hush Holbeck.
Today I intended to write something about design. Or rather my problems with the design for Holbeck … or should that be designs on Holbeck? I had an hour or so free this afternoon so I was going to wander my usual way into town, take a few more photos around the Holbeck Urban Village, then write my blog over a coffee in Out of the Woods. It was a good plan. I’d even scribbled some...
Went to Holbeck . . . Nobody was there.
Last night I ReTweeted a post from the Creative Class Struggle blog. The blog is dedicated to challenging the Richard Florida approach to urban regeneration. It wasn’t a very in-depth critique but I really liked the posters that advertised a conference. They are really worth checking out.Not long afterward I noticed a tweet from the agency I criticised the other day for perpetrating that We...
We Love Holbeck! Don't We Just.
I was going to play nice today. There really are a lot of positive things going on in South Leeds. Temple Works for instance. I’m definitely going to write lots about that soon. But then I saw the new We Love Holbeck website and I’m afraid I flew into full on fulmination again. I’m not a graphic designer and I’m certainly no web geek so I can’t really comment on that...
Why Would Anybody Want To Come To Leeds?
Why would anyone come to Leeds? I mean anyone who didn’t know the place, who had only the internet to rely on, who visited only the “official” websites. I was ranting on about this the other day after the Social Media Surgery with one on the other surgeons. He was saying how he’d lived in Barcelona for a few years and how the market there was famous throughout the world...
Ripples out?
I commented on a blog post this lunchtime. The post was about a film, commissioned by Yorkshire Forward, about the impact of its major regeneration project on where I live. I took all these photos this afternoon as I walked my usual way to town, passing through the Holbeck Urban Village. Just a bit depressing. See and download the full gallery on posterous Posted via email ...
My Twitter Torment.
Why do I do this to myself? Another three hours slumped over the keyboard, driven to despair by the demented chirrup of tweetdeck, a sound which puts me in mind of what Prometheus must have felt when he heard that eagle squawk every morning. Can I survive another day of Twitter torment? My celebrity is gathering pace faster than a particle in the hadron super-collider. I’m beginning to...
Sideburns.
A significant moment of etiquette marking the transition between serious life-changing relationships concerns the correct timing of an event that few of us even own up to. Who hasn’t told the new man/woman of our dreams, “no, darling, you’re just perfect as you are”, and sincerely, genuinely meant it without reservation? But then proceeded to trim, tinker, tweak and train...
Creativity Should Be Reclassified.
The Chief Enemy of Creativity is “good sense.” Pablo Picasso.Creativity should be reclassified. It’s much less fun than alcohol. Cigarettes I’m told are way cooler. Marijuana hits the spot quicker and let’s face it, there’s nothing quite like MDMA when you feel like partying all night. And if anyone wants to argue that creativity is better than sex, well, all I...