Archive for April, 2009

HA HA, you’re all blurry!

HA HA, you're all blurry!

Ella & Rosa back in a boat!

Ella & Rosa back in a boat!

18 months after the famous boat heist we are back in the same lake nicking other peoples boats. This time a fisherman gave us two Rainbow Trout that he'd caught fly fishing which I had the pleasant job of turning in to trout fingers...only the best.

Knickerbocker Glory

Knickerbocker Glory

Rosa's first (and possibly last) KBG - as they call it in Wimpy. Its a right of passage thing in my family. "It's not food" she said, "but I like it!".

We bought 20 flying saucers on the way home.

Its a shame the easter break is coming to an end and the girls have to go back to school.

Here's the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0E8MWb3hgo&fmt=18

Ella!

Ella!

She's listening to (and singing along with) the Mamma Mia! soundtrack.

Ella thinks that having white earbuds means she has her own iPod!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Springtime is here! Life begins anew.

Congratulations James & Rebecca on the birth of your beautiful daughter Isobel Aisling! Susannah, Ella & Rosa and I will grow this Sunflower 10 feet tall in your honour, harvest its seeds and hand them to you to plant and grow more flowers with Isobel.

7th Generation Apple iPod Shuffle: Introducing the iLobe!

7th Generation Apple iPod Shuffle: Introducing the iLobe!

I got one of those new iPod Shuffles last week and I am impressed with the size of the thing and the fidelity of the sound given just how tiny it is - it can hold around 1000 songs!

Apparently there has been a bit of a hooha on the internet about Apple abolishing the controls and sticking an inline 'thumb-remote' on the headphones but after a couple of minutes I found it quite intuitive pressing the button twice to change tracks or three times to step back. The technology is nothing new, resistive multiplexors as they are called have been around in remotes since the days of cassette players (My 7 year-old daughter Ella asked me the other day what a cassette was!)

There's a neat little feature that when you hold down the button on the remote for a few seconds a pre-recorded digital voice tells you the name of the artist and track - this makes up for the lack of display and is in keeping with the new wave of design and engineering that says strip it back as far as you can go. Its in these disciplined and self-imposed limitations that designers are finding freedom from unlimited choice. You can also see this phenomena happening with Nintendo (with their new DSi) and Twitter (160 characters). Boundaries force people to think creatively which is the reason I set up the Flickr group Stop.Draw.Run where the artist must only take 10 minutes to capture the essence of what they are drawing.

The tide of miniaturisation is inevitable and the advent of Apples inline remote removes the one limitation on size that they had with the previous generation of iPod shuffles - buttons were required to change tracks. What's to follow are smaller and smaller iPods until, like their musical kinder, iPod will eventually become an intangible idea. The Apple logo will be laser etched on to our ears and we will be able to change tracks with a blink.

Colour

Colour

Messing with paint as usual.

Swirly Whirly

Swirly Whirly

Another big canvas i've got on display in my town.

The Moral of The Cane Rat

The Moral of The Cane Rat

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


The Cane Rat (aka 'jungle chicken').

There's an insatiable appetite for this type of 'bushmeat' in Cameroon so this wild rat is now being farmed. The rats eat many kilos of sugar cane (hence the name) everyday which keeps their farmers busy.

The Cane Rat is kept in narrow metal cages. They are given cow jaw bones to gnaw and the gnawing keeps the rats' ever growing teeth short and blunt.

Unfortunately the rats are more stupid than their slave masters.

Little do the rats know that if they stopped chomping on those cow bones their teeth would grow sharp enough for them to bite their cages open to free themselves.


When the rat is fat
the farmer will catch it in his sack
beat its head with a stick
'til the creature is dead
dead dead dead
its wiry fur is plucked
its body is cleaned
in a boiled water bath
...then casseroled

Don't be a slave to your habits, look for the cage door and sharpen your teeth - there is a whole world to discover.