Friday, April 27, 2007

Tony Blair "Will not quit before polls'





Quelle surprise, Tony Blair won't be quitting before local elections across the UK.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/politics/6599619.stm



Of course, the only thing he managed to do without public support or mandate was invade Iraq, and look how that turned out. So, he's probably right. Best to sit tight and see what happens. Who knows, maybe the election results will give him the support and mandate he needs to get himself a bus pass, funny hat and a home in South of France...





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Thursday, April 26, 2007

Drivers urged to 'slow down or die young'



Just saw this headline in my BreakingNews.ie RSS. I could think only of the Rolling Stones, also urged to slow down or die young. Look what happened there. Urge something else I say. Like driving lessons and lane discipline and everyone get off the God damned road when I want to drive.

Or, possibly, we could urge a standard for driving that matches the conditions of today's driving. No, too much. Slow down or die young. Look at the Stones. Faces like the rumple strips on the exit slip road of the great motorway of life. Mind you, if you're the little fecker in the Astra who cut me up the other day, then proceeded to drive at 50 on the outside lane of the motorway... do us all a favour and speed up!



I love these little mixes of humour and rancour brought on by 3.45 on the day before you go on holidays. I'd best speed up with some work... or die.





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Monday, April 23, 2007

Streeeam of something less self absorbed

Tissues, suck it up. Suck it all up. The way they talk about women on those ads. Not the Internet ads. God no. The ones for tissue. The TV ads. Women, with the tissues that suck it up. No, not that. No, not the other thing either. Kitchen spills and such. Shame. Shame that's how I had to write it.

Streeeeam of something...

Early. Cold. White breath from white men. Mist hanging, a chill blanket. Shite.
Bleary. Coffee, hot, steaming, adding - no, fighting with - that chill blanket. Toast crunch melted butter coats mouth, throat. Coffee clears it, sweet, hot.
No one about. No one to pay attention. Car. More white haze. Adding to the rest of it - breath, coffee, mist. Bag, boot.
"Bye honey"
"Bye"
"Bye"
"Bye"
Bye the byes, and we're off. Before, the seats were huge, warm, in one car heated in this weather. Not now. Cloth, no heating. Wait for engine to warm, then be able to loosen coat. Christ. All change. All the same. Hate it. Early morning, driving, coffee.
Smoke. Yes, smoke. Thank Christ - you see I can only if he, so when he does, I can. Looks at me. Says it. What's on his mind. Small mind. Deeper purpose, I tell myself. Bullshit of course, just laziness. And drinking last night. Can't be bothered. Some days. Is this it? I ask. I'm a fucking fool sometimes. Convince myself there's a higher purpose. He drives on, we talk a bit. About morning news. No direct conversation. No. Not me, not him. Other people all the time. God will this head shake at all? It's always the same. Never get a stomach. Just a head. Sore. But sometimes feels really expansive, like I could fit a field in there. Full of ideas too. Like:
"Fence posts passing by frightfully fast" Not on its own, of course, but could fit in somewhere.
"Forget last night, fuck her anyway. Love her all the same" Again, not on its own, but fit.
So the gallop ends. Traffic. Traffic lights. Maniac drivers and their bizzarre lane exchanges. Shooting looks, cowering when challenged. Do it or don't. Come on. Jesus Christ. You shouldn't be on the road. Etc. Should sit in front of bathroom mirror and do it for thirty minutes every morning. Two reasons: Get it all out in one. Why stretch it out? See how stupid you look. Not threatening, just stupid. Stupid actions are threatening though. Threatening lives. We all condemn the others to publis transport. Convinced, if you can't drive properly, you shouldn't be on the road! But of course who can drive properly in this traffic?
So then, it's the bloody traffic lights. In fairness, they are stupid. Grown like weeds all along a road of beautiful flowers with petals that say Mercedes and BMW and VW and such. You see what I'm getting at. Not great, but there's something there for later. I wish I had my notebook, but that's in my bag. Mind you, with stop start traffic, maybe? No. He'd only think you're a bit odder than he already assumed. Don't do that to him, prove him wrong. No. Prove him right, that way lies recognition of your genius. Understanding his. It's the white male way. Even now, after liberalism. More lights. Jesus Christ. Irish driving measured in curses per mile, that's how it should be. If you have less than 7 either you're going too fast, or you're driving drunk. New law. Everyone arrested. No more cars on the road. Doesn't quite work. No, no - doesn't work at all. Scrap it. Delete it if only you could.
God, awake now. Nearly there. Need more coffee. Get it going on. Cart by the tram. Get it there. Handy. Should get friendly with that guy sometime. We'd get on, I'm sure. Gah! What is all this anyway? Where's the news?

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Open Source Poem Template

Release notes:
In keeping with the vogue of the day, I have decided to provide here a poem that can be customized by whomsoever wants. This poem is free, but licensed under the GNU. Interested parties may of course edit and extend the features and functionality of this poem, but they may not use it, in any of its ontologies to generate wealth that is not ultimately redistributed into my beer or mortgage (or beer & mortgage) accounts. Essentially, the purpose of this poem is to act as a kernal, from which ethical, moral and aesthetic decisions can be processed. You may find it quite powerful. Of course, to the uneducated, it may seem like nonsense.

Joke is on me, as my angle brackets all got translated into html. It doesn't matter, round brackets are just as good, and I shall forever more argue they represent the roundness that can be seen at both of my sides, and of course my front (when seen from the sides). Which means of course I am parenthetical, not fat. So information that may in some way help you, but is not essential. Maybe I'd prefer to be essential (and therefore fat) but there's no way of telling without some form of trial period. I may need to roll out a Beta phase. Anyway, on with the poem! Please note the poem will be provided once with York notes, and a second time straight through (so as to make for easy reading)

Future releases will incorporate and address scansion issues, such as syllable guidelines and a handy rhyming dictionary. We just need to raise some more money from our VC partners, who wish us well in the further expression of our ambitious project.

(Title) (Lady's proper name) (preposition) (adjective) (verb) (/Title)

Note: The use of adjective with verb is of utmost importance. It goes to the very heart of our grammar, and therefore how we understand meaning itself, as represented to ourselves through a series of arbitrary marks and sounds.

(Line 1) (Preposition) (punctuation mark) (noun) (punctuation mark) (adjective) (verb) (/Line 1)
Note: The verb here is intended to get things moving
(line 2) (noun) (punctuation mark) (/line 2)
(line 3) (adjective) (adjective) (noun) (adverb) (noun) (/line 3)
Note: should anyone ask about the use of an adverb beside the noun, this is intended to reflect the stagnancy one no doubt feels. Certainly if you're writing a poem based on a template, there is some stagnancy here. In release 2, we shall include a glossary of terms to aid the expression of this.
(line 4) (adjective) (adjective) (adjective)(adverb) (verb) (Punctuation mark) (noun) (punctuation mark) (adjective) (/line 4)
(line 5) (Proper noun [Name from title]) (punctuation mark) (pronoun) (verb) (adjective) (adverb) (verb) (noun) (/line 5)
Note: How exciting, now a name has been thrown down, we can really feel a much more personal element creeping in here. This is now a poem full of emotion and personal experience.
(line 6) (Proper noun [geographical place name]) (verb) (adverb) (punctuation mark) (/line 6)
(line 7) (plural noun) (punctuation mark) (plural noun) (adjective) (preposition) (conjunction) (/line 7)
(line 8) (adjective) (punctuation mark) (pronoun) (verb) (verb) (/line 8)
(line 9) Always love me despite how despicable I am? (/line 9)

And so, without notes, that reads:

(Line 1) (Preposition) (punctuation mark) (noun) (punctuation mark) (adjective) (verb) (/Line 1)
(line 2) (noun) (punctuation mark) (/line 2)
(line 3) (adjective) (adjective) (noun) (adverb) (noun) (/line 3)
(line 4) (adjective) (adjective) (adjective)(adverb) (verb) (Punctuation mark) (noun) (punctuation mark) (adjective) (/line 4)
(line 5) (Proper noun [Name from title]) (punctuation mark) (pronoun) (verb) (adjective) (adverb) (verb) (noun) (/line 5)
(line 6) (Proper noun [geographical place name]) (verb) (adverb) (punctuation mark) (/line 6)
(line 7) (plural noun) (punctuation mark) (plural noun) (adjective) (preposition) (conjunction) (/line 7)
(line 8) (adjective) (punctuation mark) (pronoun) (verb) (verb) (/line 8)
(line 9) Always love me depsite how despicable I am? (/line 9)