Nerdy frustrations with my desktop - the inbuilt card readers are not recognising my CF card, nor the external universal card reader. I don't want to download directly from camera, which I had to resort to doing with my Italian food photoshoot two weeks ago, and I have some RAW images to process. Then it's also suffering from 'white screen syndrome', rather less extreme than blue, but endlessly frustrating nonetheless, as the monitor has to be turned on and off at least twenty times at start up before it clears. The mouse is malfunctioning too. This is possibly terminal. Not a memorable birthday.
Sunday 28 February 2010
Tuesday 23 February 2010
Cyclamens need light too
A gift to compensate for working in a windowless cupboard on Thursdays until building work is complete: finally due to start March 1st!
On the terrace - four cats and a fox
Unlike me, Buddy is not entertained by the recent succession of feline visitors invading his territory and has taken to marking his boundaries most fragrantly, unfortunately indoors as well as out - not that he has often ventured to put his nose outside this winter. He wants to be a Buddy-no-mates apparently, so ginger Jim from next-door and the two cute kittens from over the garden wall are banished.
Friday 12 February 2010
Puritan shopper
I had to shop for ingredients for a food photoshoot on Monday and bumped into a time traveller in Sainsbury's cleaning products aisle. I only had my phone camera with me to record the apparition. Stupidly I could only think to ask him if there was an event nearby, a possible historical re-enactment of the Battle of Finsbury Park or the departure of the Pilgrim Fathers for New England, so his reply that no, he dressed like that every day, may have been heavily ironic. I saw him again at the checkout where his trolley was overflowing - he may have been stocking up for the Mayflower's voyage across the Atlantic, though I thought time travellers couldn't take anything with them (at least not according to the logistics of 'The Time Traveller's Wife', which I'm just reading).
Sunday 7 February 2010
From urban art to aspirational topiary
A couple of stencil graffiti have appeared at the bottom of our street by a Banksy tribute artist called T Wat. Her Majesty driving a bullet-ridden smart car has quickly been followed by a tiny white mouse and a throned policeman. I paused with my shopping and dry cleaning yesterday to take some snaps before Hackney's cleaning squad set to work and got into conversation with a young German who showed me pictures on his mobile of T Wat creating a large scale stencil featuring one of Banksy's infamous rats being led off in handcuffs by armed pest control soldiers:
http://www.artofthestate.co.uk/Graffiti/twat-banksy-rat-pow-stencil-graffiti.htm
In typical Finsbury Park style, the stencils are sited just yards from our local aspirational topiary hedges.
The second-hand shop on the corner of the street, where for decades Mr Phillips, multiple brothel keeper, slum landlord, rumoured millionaire, piled high the unsavoury junk that furnished his properties has been transformed into a small gallery guarded by two snarling Dobermans that are rather less fearsome than their real life predecessors.
http://www.artofthestate.co.uk/Graffiti/twat-banksy-rat-pow-stencil-graffiti.htm
In typical Finsbury Park style, the stencils are sited just yards from our local aspirational topiary hedges.
The second-hand shop on the corner of the street, where for decades Mr Phillips, multiple brothel keeper, slum landlord, rumoured millionaire, piled high the unsavoury junk that furnished his properties has been transformed into a small gallery guarded by two snarling Dobermans that are rather less fearsome than their real life predecessors.
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