Love, Flowers

Severn Valley, UK, taken from Selsey Common and Coaley Peak near Stroud. Very damn windy, fingers nearly dropped off doing this so be grateful.

Will come soon, it will, it will.

I’ve let the cobwebs gather here a little. The last couple of weeks have been slightly hazy and any thought of doing anything beyond just existing has seemed pretty unrealistic.  Everyone in England seems to be ill with some variation of colds or coughs at the moment and I’m no exception, my throat has been sore for two weeks now and nothing seems to shift it.

I did aim originally to have a photo a day up here, as I worked through the queue of stuff I have to process and edit, and also to go through  the old negatives and slides that I’ve been mining for lost gems. That hasn’t happened quite yet, so I want to get back to it. Will be interesting to see if I’ve got the self discipline to make this a habit – I also have a sideline idea about trying to take something daily and upload it, now I’ve got web access wherever  Vodafone deign to give me a signal (although there’s a twenty mile or so stretch of the railway between Woking and Basingstoke where the signal dies to about 1kps).

Vodafone. Yes, that’s tomorrow’s job. You bastards. I phoned them last Saturday to get them to lift content control on my mobile broadband and phone accounts, which they haven’t done. The STUPID, POINTLESS, INANE content barring they have in place blocks me from Flickr, The Onion, my Alamy account, Bebo, a blog about the daily mail… Coilhouse, I mean it’s not like I’m actually trying to access anything contentious – but on the other hand, they’re transmitting to me, through their network, on a number that I’ve given to about seven people, porn spam texts such as the one that landed on me in a meeting today – ‘BB’s Nikki Fresh F*cked Pussy’. Thanks a bloody bundle.

in holborn. Going nowhere. Nothing new.

It didn’t last, but tonight, just for the duration of the walk across Waterloo Bridge, London was beautiful.

Taken with newly beloved Nokia N95 8GB geektoy. Won’t win a shootout with the Nikons, but then they don’t slip in my pocket, have GPS, maps and internet, play music to me or squawk with the voice of my partner demanding that I purchase more milk.

Oh dear. I swore this wouldn’t happen and now it has. Am writing this on a Nokia N95 8GB phone with a bluetooth keyboard. There are two other computers next to me on the desk. I have become a geek, and I didn’t see it coming. I am become a self facilitating media node. Or, perhaps to steal from Snow Crash, a gargoyle. On the one hand, Im loving the fact that I can now look things up, read the paper, catch up on stuff from anywhere – I’ve read far more new things in the last week than I have in ages, since the information is far more accessible – the downside is that it can easily become the greatest time vampire ever. And just when I thought I’d sit down and make some music for the first time in ages, my bloody desktop PC has decided that it won’t run Reason any more, so we’re squarely back to SNAFU. Maybe I’ll just go and wash the car or something.