I Sublimate My Rage Through Needlework
I’ve been a cantankerous git this past week, so to placate the team who have been at the mercy of my micro rage, I tell them this:

Image by Cross Stitch Ninja
I’ve been a cantankerous git this past week, so to placate the team who have been at the mercy of my micro rage, I tell them this:

Image by Cross Stitch Ninja
I’m copying an article I wrote for Beautiful Crime here because, well I can and because it’s about digital communication. Please Digg it if you feel so inclined as for once it’s a serious and academic piece rather than some pop tech ramblings and mixed metaphors, which I know you all enjoy:
Never have street art and political activism combined to elect a US President.
That they have now with Barack Obama says a lot about the art, the man and how we communicate.
Shepard Fairey, marries respect with commerce as America’s most recognisable street artist. His Obama series of posters, ‘Progress’ and ‘Hope’ were pasted across America’s cities in the run up to Super Tuesday on February 5th. This wasn’t some sub Warhol camp extravagance, this was forthright, counter culture political activism.

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Great Britain as a deranged Scotsman, hmmm, this is the stuff wars are made of.

Hot day of brain ache, less words more pictures, thanks Batman:

… my iPhone was a plastic figurine it would look something like this and as I upgrade to Version 2.0 and watch all my tunes, contacts and diary settings disappear off a virtual white cliffs of Dover, this image pretty much sums it up:

Ron English’s iconic confusion that deserves a place on your city walls, go get’em…

Yup the blogotronicsphere’s gone nuts for FriendFeed the ultimate social aggregator machine thing.
I could detail examples of this nuttiness but you’d be better just Googling it and oggling the results.
I got a side interest in urban art (formerly ’street art’ until Bonhams had a sale of it and called it something different, it’s all a matter of semantics). I see it in the street and I feel all warm and fuzzy, I point at wheatpastes and tell anyone around me who the Artist is, a habit my wife has long been able to ‘tune out’ from, but my daughter and nearly born, smile and kick respectively.
I also like mobile phones, particularly iPhones which means I’m a bit Nathan Barley on occassion, which is weird Read the rest of this entry »
With the half hearted British summer in full cold/hot/wet/wet/wet/cold/a bit hotness, I love a dip in a good Flickr pool.
