Thistles and… wheat?

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I’m not usually one for taking landscape pictures – they tend to look flat and the things I think will stand out rarely do. But here’s one I took this morning on a walk.

I run a 3.5 mile circuit of the village every couple of days or so but have lately been trying to get my running mileage up to 15/week to increase fitness and lose weight, which means trying to do 3 miles every day, or a long run one day and a short one the next. Because I don’t want to overdo it early on and end up with an injury, I opted for a 5-mile walk today, and the colour of this thistle’s flowers caught my eye.

I guess the picture’s a bit overexposed in the top right-hand corner, and it might be better if there were more negative space around the thistle-tops instead of losing them against the woods, but there’s something about the alien fractal spikiness which appeals to me.

The Shrubbery

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I went to a summer fete in a shrubbery the other day. It was a nice shrubbery – hidden away where a shrubbery seemingly had no business. I wouldn’t have immediately tagged it as a shrubbery, as the playgrounds and sunken basketball court stood out more to me. I’d maybe have called it a recreation area, or a recreational community outreach hub. Or a Community Youth Outreach Project, or a Local Authority Sponsored Game Area. But I would have done so with a curl of the upper lip and enough inflection on the words to convey my disdain.
I strode into the Shrubbery at a cheerful speed, calculated to give pause to any would-be attackers hiding round the corner. But instead there was a couple of policemen, a bouncy castle, a bric-a-brac stall, and a tent painted with cartoon characters, one of which seemed to be Jamie, from the 1970s Cosgrove-Hall cartoon Jamie and The Magic Torch, the theme tune to which is beloved of so many people reared in the Golden Age of children’s TV. I personally like the extended introduction (which lasts a staggering 30 seconds) before the song itself kicks in – I can take or leave the refrain itself… although it starts with a great set of ringing chords evoking The Who’s Pinball Wizard, and there’s a lovely boingy wah-wah sound to the guitar which reminds me of some effects in Chorlton and the Wheelies – the same guy, Joe Griffiths, did music for both shows. Incidentally the end of the title sequence always bugged me – I remember thinking that Jamie and Wordsworth bounced along completely unbelievable trajectories from the trampoline at the bottom of the tree at the entrance to Cuckooland.

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The fete passed without incident – there was a reggae band playing in a kind of sunken auditorium. Minutes later we’d passed out of the Shrubbery and were – but for an eerie feeling on my part that we should dodge under a concrete porch – almost caught in a torrential downpour. I wonder what happened to the reggae band.

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The Skies over Cowfold

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Two or three interesting objects in the sky yesterday evening, a strange day for being in the air what with the heavy cloud. The first two were powered parachutes, just visible as tiny specks in the pictures, and the second was a hot air balloon, which sank from sight and landed in the field I run through in the mornings. It is a large field, and has something of the prairie about it, apart from the mobile phone mast and a view of the monastery.

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My first commission

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While sorting through the accumulated papers of (half) a lifetime I’ve found my first ever paid commission! It was a logo for the egg-boxes that were delivered to the surrounding area from the egg-farm I worked on, incorporating a caricature of the farmer Ralph. I’m quite pleased with how it turned out, considering this was 1997 and I had no access to computer or Photoshop and had to work in pen-and-ink. I’m pretty sure there was also a counterpart design (involving chickens and a coop silhouetted by the sun) for a decal on the side of Ralph’s van, but I can’t find it anywhere.

Rio? Milan? Ibiza?

Somebody must have given themselves the afternoon off after noticing that the terminal syllable in “Sussex” has an alternative meaning.
The “sexy” events include:
Armed Forces Day
The Avengers, 50th Anniversary Celebration
Goodwood

I’ve got to go have a cold shower.

It’s a big fiddle

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Hallmark or Clintons’s or one of those other slightly hysterical card/gift shops. Something about the bleak ranks of ugly toys and the ambiguous title has haunted me ever since.

Nothing

If you are watching a TV sitcom and any character says a list of synonyms for “nothing”, to wit:

“Nothing… Zip, nada, zilch, zero, bupkis.”

You are watching a bad sitcom. Turn off the TV.

Mip-mapping and bilinear filtering

Before reading this excellent and concise series of articles about game development and graphics, I had no more idea of what those two terms mean than I know what an ostrich is.

What in god’s name is that thing!?

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