Sunday, December 28, 2008
Random thought
If I'm still in gainful employment during the next year, I think I'd quite like to visit Alaska. Is that nuts?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
David Ford - Milk & Cookies 8, Manchester
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Exactly
This copyright warning appears on David Ford's new EP...
"Ignore those whiney little bastards who complain about illegal copying of music. Hell, since radio went to shit, how else do you get heard? So be my guest, copy and share this music."
"Ignore those whiney little bastards who complain about illegal copying of music. Hell, since radio went to shit, how else do you get heard? So be my guest, copy and share this music."
Monday, December 8, 2008
Checklist
SLR - Check
Lenses - Check
Contract with agency - Check
Now all I need is my first assignment. Yikes.
Lenses - Check
Contract with agency - Check
Now all I need is my first assignment. Yikes.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Carnival
I'm not going to turn this blog into "What I did on my holidays" but this one did give me pause for thought, so I'm going to do it anyway.
On Antigua we came across a carnival - crowds paved the streets, there was a steel band steel bandifying various hits.
Crowds lined the streets, enjoying the music.
It was only when we reached the front of the procession that we realised that this celebration was not, in fact, a carnival of any kind - it was a funeral. That's the hearse being followed by the mourners on the last shot.
On closer auditory inspection, the hits they were playing were things like My Way and Yesterday. But the atmosphere was still very much of a celebration of a life rather than a sombre acknowledgement of death. Not many funerals over here will ever be mistaken for a carnival by a tourist...
On Antigua we came across a carnival - crowds paved the streets, there was a steel band steel bandifying various hits.
Crowds lined the streets, enjoying the music.
It was only when we reached the front of the procession that we realised that this celebration was not, in fact, a carnival of any kind - it was a funeral. That's the hearse being followed by the mourners on the last shot.
On closer auditory inspection, the hits they were playing were things like My Way and Yesterday. But the atmosphere was still very much of a celebration of a life rather than a sombre acknowledgement of death. Not many funerals over here will ever be mistaken for a carnival by a tourist...
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