Donkey on the Edge

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Optimism is alive and well in .tw

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Optimism is alive and well in .twGot this piece of spam yesterday and I’ve been staring at this image ever since then. The expression on the models faces just grabs me. Not sure what’s going on–is it a dating service or a mobile ISP? I just know you’ll want to download the full-size version…

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Mail stuff

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I recently lost a couple of people’s email messages–they were eaten by my spam rules. Please don’t put “dug” in your message subject (though that is my name) as messages with my name in the subject get deleted automatically.

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Tim is live

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Tim Kitchin is now online over at Blogspot. He can be completely hermetic–obscure beyond the black-holian point of bending light–and very funny. I shall be visiting often:-)

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Car advertising

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I was reading about a new campaign by a small ‘hot-shop’ that claims to ‘own’ the feeling of excitement. These guys reckon that their client’s cars are just so ‘exciting’ (and conversely, our lives so dull) that the emotionally starved masses will flock to the showrooms to snap up their latest 4×4.

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Easycar is a rip-off

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Just thought I’d share with the world that I am about to be fucked up the arse by Stelios Haji-Ioannou.

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Noise

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Have just spent the morning hanging a twenty-thousand-dollar sound meter off the edge of a top floor balcony at the Docklands Hilton. Not exactly “fun” but definitely interesting–I was helping my mate Ben who is in town record the noise of a Eurocopter ec145 (as it landed on top of the Docklands café society). In the end, it was surprisingly quiet, not that I’d want a heliport in my neighbourhood…

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Perfect day

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Moments I’ll remember forever–16:00 sitting on a bench in the courtyard of the Royal Academy having just taken CLF to see the Summer Show, her on my left knee seriously focusing on the bottle of milk I’m holding for her, the late afternoon sun peeking through the gaps in the plastic awning we’re under, and people walking past and smiling, men in particular, me humming my little milk-drinking mantra…

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