Sunday, 30 May 2010
Saturday, 29 May 2010
Via Cool Hunting
Friday, 28 May 2010
I love my watch but I have to admit that I'd cheat on it for this superb British Military (Oyster Perpetual) Rolex which is soon to go under the hammer @ auction in Nu York for well north of $20,000.
Via A Continuous Lean
Thursday, 27 May 2010
But according to a scientist at the University of Reading (the same joint that encoraged H.Blumenthal to cook with liquid nitrogen) the next breed of computer viruses will be way worse.
According to the Financial Times, Dr Mark Gasson is the first human to be infected by a computer virus. And he didn't even get it from shagging a sickly baboon in the Central African Republic. No, Gasson only went and deliberately infected himself (in the name of science). Here's why:
Dr Gasson deliberately introduced a computer virus into an electronic chip that had been implanted into his left hand last year, in order to study its effects.
“We are moving towards these devices being small computers that are able to store information, communicate with other devices, and perform simple computations. But with these new abilities come new risks, such as being attacked by computer viruses,” Dr Gasson said.
“There are very serious implications for medical devices. Imagine if someone developed a virus that stopped a pacemaker working.”
The chip in Dr Gasson’s hand is a high-end radio frequency identification chip, a sophisticated version of the technology used in shop security tags and for identifying pets. The device, the size of the grain of rice, allowed him secure access to University buildings and his mobile phone.
Once infected with the virus, the microchip contaminated the system that was used to communicate with it and tried to spread to other chips in contact with the system.
Dr Gasson said that the experiment had offered a “glimpse at the problems of tomorrow”.
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Since childhood, Congdon has been an avid collector of pretty much everything. Her collections range from vintage envelopes to plastic seashells via smooth rocks found on the beach.
Now the human jackdaw has decided to post a picture every day for 365 days presenting one of her collections. She's up to day 145. Once you check out the 'A Collection A Day' blog, you'll find yourself returning every few days to see what she posts next.
What I love most about her blog is the simplicity of the concept. I also applaud her decision to include some 'imagined' collections; for stuff she wishes she collected but hasn't, she just posts a drawing.
Anyway, here's the url: http://collectionaday2010.blogspot.com/
Monday, 24 May 2010
Thursday, 20 May 2010
Where to start? They are modelled on a short story about droplets of steel which drip off the new Olympics stadium and take life. Their cyclops-like faces are modelled on digital cameras and they each sport a natty London black cab orange light on their wierd bonces. To make them slightly more frightening for kids, they have hands like shark fins and feet like elephants.
Enough with the sniping - I love their names. Here's the providence (from the Guardian):
Wenlock, named after the Shropshire town of Much Wenlock that helped inspire Pierre de Coubertin to launch the modern Olympics, and Mandeville, inspired by the Buckinghamshire town of Stoke Mandeville, where the Paralympics were founded
Photo credit: Suzanne Plunkett/Reuters
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
It was so good I haven't been able to eat a pizza since - nothing will ever match up so what's the point. I could bore you silly about the perfect dough, the freshness of the tomatoes but what really stood out was the wood-fired aroma - hints of Vesuvian plain sapling.
Or so I thought until I read with utter disgust that what we ate was in fact (probably) dead people. Italy is on fire with reports that crooked cooks in Naples (there's lots) are firing pizza ovens with coffin wood 'salvaged' (ie dug up) from graveyards.
Anyone want to go to Pizza Express with me?
Tuesday, 18 May 2010
The reach across class and country boundaries is unreal. Liberian robbers wear jeans. And so does Prince Harry. In fact, it is hard to imagine a world without jeans.
But such a world did exist. One of the best-known rulers in the pre-jeans era was Henry the Eighth. So, it saddens me to today stumble across these understated denim beauties. I am sad because I can't help but think how much Henry would have loved these. They'd have ticked all his big boxes:
*roomy crotch (for his massive package)
*easy to let out after a big banquet
*ideal for horseback wear
Monday, 17 May 2010
Friday, 14 May 2010
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
So, no wonder one or two of the key negotiators are looking a little ropey, a little fatigued. Take young William Hague. Dude has really let himself go ...
Monday, 10 May 2010
Fret not for you can drop off the grid and start adopting the new concept of moontime with a moonwatch.
The moontime watch has been invented by The Emotion Lab. Here's the hippy blurb:
The moon has been a guide and object of admiration and mysticism during thousands of years. Agriculture, fertility, tidal patterns, human behaviour and many other activities have been linked to the different moon phases.
Moonwatch has been designed to establish a relationship between the moon cycle and a person’s emotional states. It’s a new concept of time based on nature which invites people to reflect upon and gain a closer understanding of their mood and daily life on earth.
I'm sold although fear my mood might dip a little when it passes through total blackout!
Via Cool Hunting
A lot of the other kids at my playgroup have iPhones and only like cartoons in 3D but I'm more of a traditionalist in my tastes.
I think it's really important for kids my age to continue to cherish old world treasures like tractors.
With this in mind, I'd like to draw your attention to this awesome YouTube vid about fire trucks (fire engines to me and you). I'm sure you too will be absolutely bowled over by the dedication of the fire brigade and come away wishing your car had one of those elephant trunk-like supersoakers ... feel the heat, smell the smoke and taste the flames here:
ps Happy Bday Mum!
Friday, 7 May 2010
Thursday, 6 May 2010
Presumedly 'cos her demure trouser suit was at the dry cleaners, Jenny opted to sport her 'I have the pussy, so I make the rules' tee (and sit wham bang in the front row). It was all too much for the judge who nailed her for comtempt of court.
No news on how the tee went down in all-gal lock-up where she spent the night for her fashion crime.
Via The Smoking Gun
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
National Geographic have penned me another 'reminder' letter. For regular readers, you'll know this happens on a frighteningly regular basis.
Gone are the previous appeals to my better conscience. Now, it's straight hardball. No chaser.
John 'Don't Play' Griffin, President, Publishing (for those of you dumb enough not to remember his top level exec title) has a simple message for getaway scum like me:
THIS IS YOUR FINAL NOTICE.
Unless I get back to him and his boys 'immediately' I face expulsion from the party:
"your name will be dropped from the National Geographic Society membership rolls."
Keep it going harder Johnboy.
In keeping with tradition there's still a little guilt pill for me to swallow:
"p.s Think how much your family member's gain from NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC'S blend of information, imagination, and insight. Renew now for them- as well as for yourself"
ie stop being such a selfish bstd Archie and give your family back their imagination, info and insight (you lazy thief).
Via the doormat
But it turns out it aint sheeeet compared to how hard Puff Daddy is hyping his forthcoming Diddy Blog. To get the ball rolling, Daddy has put together a trailer which is on permanent loop here
Judging by the trailer, which features just about every influential black American ever - Obama, Ali, Jordan and err, Will Smith - you'd figure Diddy Blog will have the power to plug oil spills, disperse volcanic ash and rebuild Haiti overnight.
For my brother target number one has been dance expert Louie Spence ever since he first clapped eyes on the impossibly fine 'Pineapple Dance Studios' TV show (Go Sky!).
Finally, after weeks of dodgy tip-offs and fruitless stakeouts, Reub got his man last night ...
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Disappointingly, this does mean that while George is hanging out at the country club with Texan oil barons, Laura sits at home blazing up the 'urb, eating only ital food and preaching about the (soon come) destruction of Babylon.
Instead, it just refers to Laura's insatiable appetite for the music of His Bobness Robert Nesta Marley.
Laura must like the slow, soothing ones ('No Woman No Cry') cos her kids also told Oprah a typical night in at the ranch involves the fam playing puzzles and turning in at 21.00. Not that rasta.
Via People Magazine
So, up-step young Otto G with a little update on what's hawt in his life right now:
Happy May folks! Bummer about the weather but let's not stress hey ... I figure it's bound to rebound back into spring soon. Perhaps it has something to do with the ash cloud?
That's enough of the oh-so English pleasantries.
Some time ago I took time out to educate you fools about the wonders of the London Eye (remember this vid my dad made?)
Now I'm back and I thought I'd let youse know how a real G rolls on a standard bank holiday weekend.
It goes a little something like this; if I'm not having a top-level pow-wow meeting in Starbucks (work never sleeps peeps), I'm kicking it @ home with an eff-off cappuch or strolling down country lanes looking effortlessly cool*.
Word up, Otto G
*Before you ask ... yes, fashion is (reasonably) important to me. Did you actually think that bottom button came undone on its own accord? Do me a favour. I always loosen it as I think we'd all agree my cardie looks way better worn this way.
Photo credit: Alice Blacker
Monday, 3 May 2010
Why? They deem it simply unmanly, prefer never to show weakness.
However, there comes a moment in every man who does not cry's life when he loses discipline, lets himself down. Fags out.
The stiff upper lip begins to quiver and years of tears rip a hole in the eye socket dam.
Given the subject has had no practise of crying, the result can be quite extraordinary.
Sometimes it sounds exactly like a male walrus giving birth. Case in point:
Via Arran Lidgett
Saturday, 1 May 2010
But it turns out there's a far, far worse way to die than drowning.
According to The Sun, a Chinese chef has died after a eel ate his insides as he slept.
Turns out his 'mates' put the eel up his bum when he passed out drunk (hahahaha). Cheers guys! Medics said the eel devoured his bowels. Pass the sickbag.