The peerless Eclectic Method (I’ve seen 1/3rd of them live, they’re incredible) hits it out of the park with this Robo-tune.
I’m a big fan of American English, normally - I enjoy some of its more colourful metaphors. But the phrase highlighted here by the peerless David Mitchell sets my teeth on edge. Especially because it is quite simply a society-wide mistake that has become normalised through years of repetition. The point about ‘holding down the fort’ is a cracker too.
Trippy.(via Life’s Little Mysteries)
I’ve voted.
I hope you have too.
A beautifully put together and well-argued article from Craig Mod about the future of books. I particularly like his methodology of splitting text into ‘Formless’ and ‘Definite’ categorisations, and I think he’s right about the relative value of printed materials for those categories.
Have a read, it’s thought-provoking stuff.
Awesome and really well done. I thought these kind of Heath Robinson-esque videos were kind of old hat, but this is top notch.
An Unlikely Twitter Synchronicity between Mr Samuel JOHNSON and Ms Kirstie ALLSOP ‘Pon the subject of the BRIT awards.
In Transition
So in the whirl of getting ready for our big move to Scotland and the excitement of finding a new flat (omg, it’s huge), we somehow didn’t notice until the other day that we really only have one weekend left in London. Nearly six years for me and three for Valerie will be over pretty soon. All of a sudden things we’ve been meaning to do for years have become things we’ll probably do on a future trip to London, rather than when we actually live here. We haven’t left yet, but the days are literally numbered.
So, now we’re in limbo, the house is full of boxes and pretty soon we’ll be waking up to a medieval castle in the distance and clean, cold, drinkable water in the tap. Blogging has been and will remain pretty light here while I work hard to make the move a success (my new office in Edinburgh is lovely and I’m getting very familiar with the East Coast mainline as I begin to work with Scottish clients) and we both get our little shoebox of a house packed away, but after that you may see a fair few posts as I reacquaint myself with the city of my birth.
I can’t wait for the move, but I’ll admit to a few melancholic moments as I’ve gazed at London’s skyline from various high places these last few weeks. It’s a big, dirty, noisy, smelly expensive madhouse of a place, but it’s been an education.
Old school Irn Bru cans rule.
